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“Where are the bagels?” Tim asked as he rifled through the bags of groceries like the feral racoon he was.
“What?” Jason looked up from his silent inventory of ingredients. He had set out the items he needed, and was just double checking before he started cooking.
Tim held up the single package of cream cheese. “You bought a crap ton of cream cheese but I don't see any bagels?”
“Tim… it's one block and cream cheese can be used for other things…”
“Well sure but I thought you were making us snacks or something.”
“No, I'm making cupcakes.”
“What does that have to do with this block of cheese?”
Jason snatched the package out of Tim's hand before it could be put in the fridge. “It needs to sit out.”
Judgemental blue eyes stared him down, Tim demanding more information. “What are you doing with the cheese, Todd?”
“It's for the icing.”
Tim eyed him dubiously, looking back-and-forth between the package and Jason. “You’re putting cheese in the icing?”
“Really?” Jason brushed past him and grabbed a stick of butter from the fridge. “You haven't had cream cheese icing?”
“That sounds disgusting.”
Jason pressed a kiss on Tim's cheek as he passed back by. “Just you wait, babe. You're gonna love this.”
The cupcakes were cooling and the mixer was running. Tim hooked his chin on Jason's shoulder to watch as he sifted powdered sugar into the bowl.
“Now some recipes will call for more sugar but really to balance the sweetness of the cake, you want to use a bit less,” Jason lectured in his quiet way. “2 cups ought to do it.”
“Can I taste the vanilla?” Tim eyed the teaspoon of vanilla extract in Jason's hand.
“No, you loser.” He wafted it by Tim's nose and saw him scrunch it up in disgust.
“Gross, it smells like alcohol. I thought it would be sweet.”
“Nope, just be patient.” They watched the rhythmic twirling of the beaters for another minute, Jason using a spatula to push down the build up in the sides, keeping the mixture smooth.
Then Jason shut up the machine, gave a final scrape with the spatula, and brought the utensil up. He held it steady as an offering before Tim's mouth. “Wanna taste?”
Tim scrunched his nose again, obviously stuck on his savory thoughts of cream cheese, before he tentatively stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked. His eyes widened in surprise and before Jason could react, his boyfriend grabbed the whole spatula in his mouth.
“Tim!” Jason tried wrestling the spatula back but Tim was determined.
“It's so good!” Tim whined as he eyed the bowl.
Jason laughed as he tossed the now cleaned spatula into the sink. “No kidding, that's what I was telling you. Now let's ice the cupcakes and I'll let you lick the beaters.”
Tim watched as Jason's deft tongue worked to clean the beaters from the creamy substance. He flicked it around and stroked it up the metal sides before retreating into his mouth with all the sugary goodness.
“I ought to charge you for the show,” Jason grinned, swiping his tongue across his lips
Tim was mesmerized, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. He nodded dazedly, “I'd definitely pay.”
The freckles on Jason's cheekbones practically glowed as his skin pinked. He quickly stood and shuffled to the kitchen to place the beaters in the sink.
Adjusting himself, and not subtle with his interest in the slightest, Tim followed his boyfriend into the kitchen. He walked by the icing bowl, still filled with leftover icing, and swiped his finger along the edge.
Unaware, Jason turned from the sink and his green eyes blew wide in shock as Tim was immediately on him, pushing the tip of his icing covered finger insistently against Jason's lips.
“How about a bit more, Jay?”
Mouth dropping open, Jason was crowded back against the sink. Tim wasted no time in taking advantage of Jason's surprise, pushing his icing coated fingers inside Jason's mouth and petting down his tongue, filling Jason’s mouth with the sweet and tangy taste of the icing. Jason couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, sucking Tim's fingers clean, but it barely lasted a moment before Tim's fingers were replaced by his tongue.
The kiss was messy and so, so sweetly flavored by the sugary icing. Tim chased the taste through Jason's mouth, unable to resist his own loud moan as Jason's hands gripped his hips tightly.
Tim was hoisted up suddenly as they spun through the kitchen and then sat down on the counter of the kitchen island. Right next to the icing bowl.
Jason's smirk was devilish as he pressed between Tim's parted knees. A thick finger swiped through the icing and waggled temptingly in front of Tim’s face. Jason watched his partner’s eyes dilate, his breath catch, as the desire burned through him.
Tim opened his mouth, obediently ready to suck the treat off but Jason went right past his waiting mouth and smeared the creamy concoction down Tim's neck. It was Tim’s moment to gasp in shock as he tossed his head back and allowed Jason unfettered access to his sensitive neck.
Jason's mouth followed the path, licking the skin clean again, watching intently as Tim began to pant with desire. Before Tim could fully recover, return any of the moves Jason was throwing his way, Jason swiped his finger again, but this time wiped it down his own neck and into the dip in his clavicle.
“Your turn, baby,” Jason's husky voice caressed against Tim's ear. Tim didn't waste a moment, darting forward to lick the sweet treat from Jason's skin. The hint of salt from the taste of Jason mixed with the sugary icing and burst over Tim's tongue. He groaned deeply as he sucked against the tender flesh, grinding his hips up into Jason's pressing their still clothed cocks together.
Jason's hands tangled in his hair, tugging him harshly back with a gasp, then he pulled away completely leaving Tim heaving for breath on the counter. Clothes were hastily kicked off as Jason stepped back, pressing the lube into Tim’s hand and picking him up.
Jason spun them around laying Tim on the kitchen island and bringing the bowl of frosting close. “Here’s how the next part goes, Timbit. I’m going to spread icing around, if it lands on you I’ll lick it up, If it lands on me you lick it. But I know that’s not enough to keep you occupied, so while I play, you’re going to finger yourself open for me, got it baby?”
Tim groaned his acceptance, warming the lube on his fingers and reaching down to start lightly fingering himself.
“Good boy,” Jason husked against Tim’s ear. Tim shuddered, giving a soft whimper as Jason licked his ear and continuing to eagerly fuck his own fingers to stretch himself.
Jason left that part to Tim and instead used his own fingers to scoop a bit more of the icing. There were so many options available across the bare expanse of Tim’s skin but he went right for the most erogenous areas, too worked up and ready to cum to drag it out. A dollop of icing was smeared on each of Tim’s nipples, and followed by Jason’s hot mouth pressing suckling kisses to clean them.
Tim squirmed beneath him, working himself open with soft gasps and moans. Jason’s hands tightened against Tim’s hips to calm him before swiping a finger back through the icing and painting his own lips. Tim didn’t hesitate, the hand not fingering himself yanked Jason’s hair pulling his head down and kissed him. Tim’s tongue darted all around, cleaning off Jason’s mouth.
“Jason, just fuck me already.” The sugary taste filled the air between them as Tim whispered the words into Jason’s mouth.
For once, Jason listened. He lined himself up, and pushed in slowly, shallowly thrusting until Tim panted with desire. As he finally bottomed out, Jason melded his body into Tim's, close enough they breathed in the same shared air.
Tim’s eyes captured Jason’s with their blissful intensity and for a moment they just stared. Then Jason swiped more icing and presented his fingers to Tim’s lips.
He watched as Tim’s pink shiny lips parted, his deft little tongue poked out and then he sucked onto Jason’s fingers hungrily. They both groaned and Jason was unable to hold off any longer. He shifted into a better position, but left his fingers petting against Tim’s tongue as he began fucking into him earnestly; chasing that pleasure for the both of them, setting a rapid pace with long strokes to draw out the connection.
He finally pulled the spit slicked fingers from Tim’s mouth and instead wrapped it around his cock, stroking firmly until Tim arched up and cried underneath him as he orgasmed.
Jason gripped the slim hips in both hands and with a couple more powerful thrusts let his own release fill Tim. They panted, catching their breath, until Jason slowly slipped out.
“I’m really sticky,” Tim whined tiredly, “and probably need to drink a gallon of water to combat all that sugar.”
Jason huffed a laugh, and then scooped his boyfriend up in a fireman’s carry over his shoulder. “Come on sugar-fiend, let’s get you cleaned up.”