A Matter of Taste - Kate
NC-17 - language, m/m slash
Characters: Alex Shelley/Chris Sabin, Kevin Nash
Summary: PWP. Chris Sabin has a sweet tooth attack.
Disclaimer: We own neither the characters nor the individuals who portray them. Written solely for our own entertainment.
Shelley's anticipatory whine was cut short with a gasp as Sabin shoved his pants off his hips, wrapping a firm hand around his semi-erect shaft. Sabin grinned as Shelley bucked up into the sensation and deliberately slid his thumb across the swollen head. A wave of heat flooded Shelley's groin, and his hips snapped upward again."Wow," Sabin murmured, staring wide-eyed at the drop of precum already forming at the tip of Shelley's cock. With one last reassuring grin, he lowered his head, lightly touching the tip with the flat of his tongue. Another shudder wracked Shelley's body as he fought to retain control.
Sabin was waiting patiently for Shelley
to conclude his profanity-laced tirade when a knock sounded against the hotel
door. "I got it," Sabin announced cheerfully, councin to the door as Shelley
hurridly yanked up his pants.
Sabin checked the peephole, then flung open the door with a laugh. "Hey, Big Kev! What's going on, man?"
"That's what I came to ask you two." Kevin Nash entered the room causually, pausing to watch Shelley finish zipping up his pants. "Hey, don't put that thing away on my account."
"I...we were just..."
"Oh, I think I can gues what you two were just doing," Nash drawled. "In fact, that's why I'm down here."
"To try and get some?" Sabin asked, his brow wrinkled in confusion.
"No, but thanks for the offer. Actually, I was upstairs talking to some of the boys, and we could hear you yelling down here."
Shelley flushed. "We were just..."
"Having sex," Sabin blurted.
"Arguing," Shelley finished at the same time, glaring at Sabin. "We were arguing."
"I see," Nash said, sinking slowly onto a nearby desk chair. "Were you arguing over whether you were having sex or not? There seems to be some confusion over that."
"Well, we were, and then we weren't," Sabin explained. "And then Alex started yelling, and I ate some cookies."
"I wasn't yelling," Shelley sulked.
Sabin looked doubtful. "You were pretty loud."
"You're always pretty loud," Nash agreed. "Senshi said he was across the hall from you two last night, and it sounded like someone was strangling a kitten in here."
Shelley's eyes widened. "I do not--"
"How does he even know what that sounds like?" Sabin wondered aloud. "I mean, does the dude really strangle kittens?"
"I wouldn't doubt it," Nash deadpanned. "He is a scary, scary little man. So in the interest of not provoking him further, why don't you tell me what the fight was about so that I can fix it and Senshi can get his beauty rest tonight."
Shelley collapsed onto his back, covering his face with both hands. "We were just fooling around a little and Chris decided he would rather pig out on his stupid cookies than finish what he started."
Nash turned to Sabin. "A serious accusation, sir. Your rebuttal?"
"Dude...they're Girl Scout cookies."
Nash's eyebrows shot up melodramatically. "Are they...Thin Mints?"
"Better." Sabin proudly displayed the cookie box. "They're Samoyas. And you can dip them in peanut butter."
"Isn't that were Joe is from?"
Sabin shook his head. "I already asked. It's Samoa, not Samoya."
"Too bad. It would've explained his weight issues."
"Guys!" Shelley shouted. "This conversation is not helping me get my dick sucked!"
Nash paused in surprise, but quickly recovered. "He makes an excellent point, Chris. I've always believed that a conversation that doesn't end in someone getting blown is not a conversation worth having."
Sabin grinned. "So what should we do about it?"
"Hmm...can I have a cookie?"
Shelley groaned and returned his gaze to the ceiling. "I hate you both."
Nash ignored him, holding the cookie Sabin provided in his open palm, just above Shelley's torso. Deliberately, he clenched his hand, letting the crumbs fall down onto Shelley's stomach.
"What are you doing?" Shelley yelled. "They're going to get into the sheets and--"
"They won't, if you don't move," Nash cut him off. Slowly, he lowered his head, lapping up one of the larger crumbs. "See? Chris, you wanna help me out here?"
"Sure." Sabin crawled across the bed and began methodically collecting every crumb with quick, feather-light licks.
"Chris..." Shelley whined softly, trying not to shudder and spill crumbs onto the bedspread.
Sabin grinned playfully up at him, letting his tongue linger on the skn just above Shelley's navel before pursuing the next crumb.
"Nice job." Nash ruffled Sabin's hair as the young man finished and sat back on his heels. "Want another one?"
"Absolutely." Sabin began crumbling another cookie as Shelley slid his suddenly confining pants down off his hips again.
"You two are both gorgeous," Nash announced, moving back to his desk chair. "You're making me hungry, you know that?"
"Mmm," Sabin murmured in agreement, lips pressed against the soft skin of Shelley's inner thigh. "Tastes good, too. Tasted better with peanut butter, but..."
Nash laughed and leaned forward, grabbing the jar off the bedspread and handing it to Sabin. "Knock yourself out, kid."
"Jesus Christ," Shelley hissed as Sabin scooped peanut butter onto one finger, trailing it up the underside of Shelley' cock. His fingers dug into the mattress at his side, and he moaned softly as Sabin locked eyes with him before beginning to lick off the ceamy substance. "Chris," he panted, "why the hell didn't we think of this earlier?"
Sabin scooped another dollop of peanut butter onto the head of Shelley's cock as he contemplated. "Probably because you said it was the grossest thing in the world."
Shelleys head fell back onto the bed as Sabin's mouth enveloped him. "Well, maybe not the grossest," he conceded once he caught his breath. Sabin's answering chuckle sent shivers racing up his spine.
A few minutes later, Sabin felt Shelley stiffen. He managed to catch most of the explosion in his mouth, cleaning up the rest of the mess with the same care he had shown with the peanut butter. Finally sitting back on his heels, he gave a self-satisfied smile as he watched Shelley gasp for air.
"You catch on fast," Nash remarked, getting up from his chair and tossing Sabin the suspiciously empty box of cookies.
"Thanks. I kind of feel like we've corrupted the idea of Girl Scout cookies, though."
Nash shook his head. "Trust me, you didn't do anything that Scott Hall and I didn't figure out between a box of Thin Mints and some marshmallow fluff years ago. But that's a whole different story."
"Bye, Kev, come back soon," Shelley mumbled, already drifting into sleep.
"See you tomorrow," Nash told him, adding with a grin, "Don't start breakfast without me."