Coffee And Cookies

Coffee And Cookies

Posted: September 21, 2007
Title: Coffee and Cookies
Author: Sileya and Decadence
Type: RPS
Characters: Craig/Karl
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don’t know them, and we don’t claim to. We just like their faces and names.
Beta: Sileya

Summary: Craig comes in out of the cold to a warm welcome.

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Setting the coffeemaker to brew a fresh pot, Karl hit the button on the oven to start a batch of cookies and about jumped out of his skin when the bells on the door of the coffee shop jangled. Third shift was usually dead but for a few regulars who had already come and gone. Curious, he walked around the corner to see who had come in.

Stepping in out of the drizzling rain, Craig was thankful to find an open business. He was chilled to the bone, shivering beneath his soaked jumper. Hugging the wet garment to himself, he looked down to see the puddle he was making on the floor. Looking up apologetically, he took the jumper off and hung it on a coat rack before wrapping his arms around himself and stepping to the counter. “Coffee, please. The biggest mug you have...”

Karl chuckled. “Just coffee? We’ve got espresso or anything else you could think of,” he said, jerking a thumb at the chalkboard behind him. “ Cocoa, chai tea, even toddies. Or a dry towel?” Leaning over the counter, he looked the guy up and down, noting that he was drenched.

“Umbrella was broken.” Craig shivered, nodding at the offer of a towel, “And just coffee is great. My tastes are pretty simple.”

Reaching under the counter, Karl grabbed two large towels and offered them, and then he headed back to the kitchen to get the fresh coffee he’d started for himself. While there he grabbed his book and checked the timer for the cookies. Back out front, he dug out a couple of the really big porcelain cups and poured two big, steaming cups of coffee.

“You want sugar with that?” he asked, looking up to see the man toweling his hair dry.

Rubbing furiously at his hair, Craig peeked from beneath the towel, for the first time really noticing the other man. He was tall, dark-headed, dark-eyed. Rather good looking, in fact. “Sugar?” Craig’s eyes focused on the other man’s lips before realizing he wasn’t talking about THAT kind of sugar. “Oh – no, thank you. Just black.”

Karl blinked, attraction hitting him in the gut as he looked at the customer. He walked over and set down the coffee, leaning on the counter a bit. “How about some...cream?” He knew he was flirting outrageously, but fuck! This guy could be a model or an actor. He was absolutely gorgeous - his hair wet and spiky, a drop of water caught on his eyelashes, his shirt sticking to him...Karl swallowed hard.

The other man’s white shirt gaped as he leaned on the counter, flashing a tanned chest at him. Craig swallowed hard, sitting down on a nearby stool as he cupped the mug in his shaking hands. “I prefer my cream with other things,” he answered, eyes widening as he realized he was flirting right back.

“Yeah? Like...” A buzzer went off somewhere back in the kitchen. “Like fresh cookies?” Karl offered, eyes intent, hands spread on the countertop.

“You have fresh cookies?” Craig’s eyes widened. “I don’t suppose you allow customers in the back? I’m just imagining how warm it is around those ovens...”

Eyes darting to the door, Karl nodded to the kitchen. “Take your coffee and go on back.” He loped over to the door and flipped the lock and the closed sign, going back to grab his own coffee and follow Craig to the kitchen.

Craig didn’t need a second invitation. In fact, he hurried through the doors and was seated near the oven by the time Karl came back. “Those cookies smell marvelous. What kind are they?”

Setting his coffee aside, Karl got the oven mitt and rescued the cookies. “Chocolate chip, of course,” he said, placing the tray on the end of the large, stainless steel table in the center of the kitchen. “What other kind is there?” Ambling over to the large refrigerator, he opened the door and dug around, coming back with a can of whipped cream.

“Cookies with white chocolate and macadamia nuts,” Craig nearly drooled. “But I can settle for chocolate chip.” He watched as Karl approached with the can of whipped cream. “Mmm...cream...”

“We’ve got those, too, but I made them for dinner,” Karl commented, setting down the can of cream and hitching himself onto the table. He reached for a cookie, hissing and tossing it between his hands until he broke it in half and offered part to Craig.

Craig met Karl’s gaze as he reached for the cookie, their fingers brushing suggestively over each others palms. “For dinner? Special occasion?”

“For dinner rush,” Karl amended, taking a bite of hot, melting cookie and moaning. “They all sold out, so I made these,” he said while chewing.

The low moan that rumbled from Karl’s chest made Craig’s mind wander to other darker, more seductive places. “How late is the shop open?” He glanced at his watch, noticing the time was half past ten.

Blinking his eyes open, Karl had the good grace to look a little ashamed. “Ah, I turned the closed sign over. I do that sometimes, when it’s really dead, or when I have to run to the bank.”

“So are you open or closed?” Craig asked, eyebrow arching candidly.

Turning his chin so he looked at Craig directly, even hungrily. “The shop’s closed,” he said quietly before licking his bottom lip. “But I’m open.”

“Open to possibilities?” Craig asked, leaning close across the worktable. He watched the progression of the pink tongue across the full lower lip. He reached up and brushed at a bit of chocolate that clung to the corner of the luscious lips.

“Open to suggestions,” Karl murmured before leaning to lick at Craig’s fingertips playfully before the other man pulled his hand away. It was clear what Karl was talking about.

Craig’s fingertips lingered over Karl’s lips, his eyes riveted to the sight of the other man’s tongue darting out to touch his digits. He moved closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off of the taller man’s body.

Laving at the bit of chocolate on Craig’s fingers again, Karl smiled and kissed one fingertip. “Do you have any suggestions? Maybe...something to do with the cream?” he purred, trying to let the other man know he was seriously attracted to him.

“Would it sound cliché if I asked to lick it off your body?” Craig ventured, hoping that he wouldn’t be thought too forward, given the other man’s obvious attraction. He tugged at Karl’s lip with his thumb, exposing the inner, pink flesh.

Smile spreading into a grin, Karl slid along the table edge closer to Craig, bringing the can with him, pushing the cookies out of harm’s way. He knocked off his hat as he pulled his T-shirt off and threw it to the floor before looking at the other man expectantly.

Taking the aerosol can in hand, Craig gave it a few hard shakes, the action itself suggestive in its repetition. He grinned lazily as he pushed the large man back on the table, not even giving warning as the first blast of cold, compressed cream frothed against his nipple.

Karl hissed and laughed out loud, almost jerking upright. “Christ, that’s cold!” he howled between laughs, writhing slightly under Craig’s hand as his bare back touched cool steel.

“Oh hush.” Craig laughed as he leaned over, warm mouth melting the stiff cream and allowing his tongue to wrap around a distended nipple. He sucked and nipped at the cool flesh until all the sweetness was gone and the skin had heated in his mouth.

Still chuckling, Karl leaned back under the weight of Craig’s hand, moaning softly as he felt a warm, wet tongue move over his skin. “Oh yeah...” he whispered. He shifted a hand so he could thread his fingers through Craig’s hair.

Craig dotted the other nipple with the cold cream before running a line down the middle of the toned abdomen. “You’re telling me,” he agreed to Karl’s whispered assurance as he flicked his tongue along the trail of sweet cream.

Humming happily, Karl shifted one of his legs up onto the long prep table, laying himself out for Craig and that hot, soft mouth. Eyes mostly shut, his free hand strayed down to his crotch where he rubbed idly, shifting into the stimulation.

Craig’s hand followed Karl’s, lacing their fingers together as he dared to touch the covered steel of the other man’s erection. “You make me feel wanton,” he whispered, lips moving lower along the path of cream, swirling through hair and over skin.

Karl lifted his head to look down at Craig. “Well, tell me what I did, ‘cause I don’t want you to stop. Christ, you’re gorgeous...and your mouth...” he sighed and his head fell back against the table with a thunk.

Laughing softly, Craig moved back up Karl’s body and slid his hands beneath the darker man’s head. “Are you okay?” His eyes glinted with humor as he massaged Karl’s scalp, pressing kisses to the unlined forehead.

Sticking out his bottom lip, Karl mock pouted. “This head is okay...the one further south could use some attention,” he said in a hopeful tone.

Lifting a dark brow, Craig grinned. Moving down the toned body once more, he worked at the fastenings to Karl’s jeans. “Oh? Is that right? What kind of attention would it benefit from?”

Breathing picking up, Karl’s eyes got bigger as Craig moved to his jeans. “More...cream...” he managed to get out, almost excited enough to want to tackle the other man to the floor and hump him like crazy.

Craig pushed the tight-fitting jeans down to mid-thigh, palming the obvious erection beneath the stretched cotton of a pair of plain ol’ tightie-whities. He sprayed a dollop of cream on the mushroom-shaped head of the shaft, letting the coolness penetrate slowly.

“Awwwww, man!” Karl groaned as the cold filtered through his shorts. “That’s torture!” he complained as he laid back and took it, hoping Craig’s mouth was soon to follow.

Cupping his hand over the slowly melting cream, Craig hoped that his body heat would speed the melting process. Pulling his hand away, he found it white and sticky. Laughing, he wiped it on Karl’s chest. “Already making a mess, I see.”

“Oh, I’m gonna make more of a mess than that...” Karl said low and dark. “I sure hope you like cream.”

“I love it,” Craig answered in an equally low tone, tugging the sticky shorts down to mid-thigh as well. His hungry eyes focused on the flared head of Karl’s wide cock, and he licked his lips. “More cream...coming up...” He took the container, spraying some in his hand and letting it melt before stroking it over the hard flesh.

Karl’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned, shifting on the table. Broken words of pleading softly fell from his lips. “Christ...feels so...good...good...more, please...please...” One hand gripped the edge of the table beside him, the other the corner of the table above his head.

Craig’s smile spread before disappearing altogether as he licked Karl’s cock from base to tip, lapping at the sweat cream that ran down the shaft.

A sharp cry echoed off the tile walls and stainless steel appliances as Karl’s head shot up, and he opened his eyes to watch Craig. The barista’s bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he tried not to jerk his hips up against the other man’s mouth.

Flattening his tongue, Craig moved from base to tip several times, cleaning the dripping cream. When at last Karl was clean, he wrapped his lips around the head, pushing down slowly.

"Sweet Jesus!" Karl howled, both his hands flying to sink into the other man's hair. "God! Just don't stop..."

Craig didn't stop. He sucked strongly - noisily, savoring the taste of Karl in his throat. His hands braced Karl's hips, encouraging him to move.

Feeling exposed and out of control, Karl had to grip the edges of the island again as he jerked his hips up into the man's mouth. "Shit...gonna...gonna - " A ragged scream accompanied the burst of come from his cock.

Craig swallowed, gulping around the twitching length inside his mouth before pulling off and licking at the shaft as it continued to spray on the tanned belly above it. "So fucking hot and sexy," he murmured, tongue running the entire length before teasing over Karl's stomach.

"Aww fuck," Karl moaned, lifting both hands to cover his eyes. "Didja get your cream?" he asked shakily.

Cleaning the last bit from Karl's dark, soft skin, Craig looked up with a cheshire grin. "Did I ever..."

The barista chuckled a little desperately. "Geez," he moaned, laying back on the island. "Kay. Whatever you want, it's yours. I'm...here." Karl laid both arms flat out, spread across the prep area.

Rising along Karl's body, Craig reached to untuck his wet shirt, tossing it back over his shoulder after pulling it off. "Don't make an offer like that. I might decide I want it all," he husked.

Sitting up on his elbows, Karl looked down his body at the other man. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't interested," he purred.

The sexy purr broke any resistance Craig might have, and he leaned forward, catching Karl's full lips with his own. His tongue swept inside, devouring Karl's mouth and fighting with the other man's slick tongue. He rutted against Karl, hands still holding his hips steady.

Karl gave back as good as he got, kissing hard and sloppily, lifting his hip against the hard cock that rubbed him.

Letting go of Karl long enough to grab an ever-present packet from his pocket, Craig shoved at his jeans before pulling Karl to the very edge of the table. He reached for the cream, spritzing more into his hand and melting it before moving his hand between the other man's splayed legs. He teased at the puckered entrance, pushing gently with his thumb against the stubborn muscle.

"Oh...fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Karl breathed, bracing his heels on the edge of the table, knees in the air. The prep table was right at waist height - he was gonna be SO well-fucked.

Using one hand to roll a condom down over his throbbing cock, Craig pushed a finger inside of Karl, moving it back and forth, loosening the resistant muscles slowly. Hand returning to Karl's body once more, Craig stroked at the filling cock that began to show interest again. "Beautiful," he hissed, thumb circling the flared head.

Whining, Karl arched up into Craig's hand, then down against his finger. "Awww, hell, come on," Karl bit out. "You're driving me crazy," he added as his cock twitched and hardened some more.

Adding a second finger and then a third, Craig stretched Karl until he wouldn't worry about hurting him. Grasping those tanned legs, he pushed them back as he pressed forward, groaning and cursing as he slipped inside Karl's hot body inch-by-torturous-inch.

Karl moaned long and loud as he arched again, this time trying to get Craig deeper into him faster. "I want my cream," he rasped as he latched onto Craig's hands that held his hips down.

Losing all control, Craig rammed into Karl, apologizing in a halting whisper as he began to move back and forth hard and fast.

"Sorry? He says he's sorry?" Karl gasped, almost laughing. "Christ! C'mon, fuck me more!" he encouraged, moving one hand to pump himself hard.

Craig slammed harder, leaning over, hands braced on either side of Karl's shoulders as he pounded into Karl's giving body. The force of the fucking lifted the taller man's hips off of the table with each thrust.

Karl yelled out joyfully, fingers of one hand digging into Craig's waist as he was just pummeled - his other hand moving fast on his own cock. "Yeah yeah yeah fuck...I'm coming I'm coming coming!" Karl cried as he writhed under Craig, and his come sprayed onto his belly and chest, even marking Craig's chest.

The stimulation of sight, sound and the powerful sucking contractions around his cock made Craig fly apart. He jerked inside Karl, each stuttering thrust ridding his body of come. Eventually, the thrusts slowed, working the both of them down gently from such a high.

Grunting, Karl eased his knees down so his legs hung over the edge of the table, and he sighed, holding Craig close. "Don't people usually do coffee before sex?" he asked idly.

"Technically, I think we did... but I'd rather have you first any day," Craig huffed, groaning as he reached down to get rid of the condom.

Karl chuckled and sat up, snagging a couple towels from the counter nearby and handing one to the other man. He looked up and had a thought. "What's your name?" he asked curiously.

Snorting quietly, Craig held out a freshly wiped hand. "Craig Parker, and may I say it was an EXTREME pleasure to make your acquaintance?"

Shaking Craig's hand, Karl grinned. "Karl Urban. And that pleasure was all mine." He hopped off the table and grabbed the bowl he'd set aside, picking up one of the things inside. "Cookie?"

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THE END

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