Word Count: 779
Summary: See the thing is, it’s pretty much just food!porn.
Prompt: For October 20th challenge at slashing_lorne: ‘write a drabble/ficlet about Lorne and his lover and food’. And ‘058: Dinner’ for fanfic100.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never have been, never will.
Major Nicholas Lorne sat cross-legged on the mat, with Dr. Kavanagh sitting close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off his body. Dr. Simpson was on his side, but she seemed far too occupied in feeding Lt. Rang some of the sweet, leavened bread to notice what anyone else was doing.
There was a feast spread out in front of them. Their hosts had been more than generous. Of course, both of the scientists had to be dragged away, in Dr. Kavanagh’s case literally screaming and bitching, from their analysis of the highly endothermic compound that was embedded in all of the rock around here.
But the Damianals had insisted that they joined them for their evening meal and Major Lorne didn’t want to upset their so-far friendly allies.
It hadn’t taken more than a few mouthfuls before the atmosphere had changed. Kavanagh, instead of complaining loudly over lost time and pointless social rituals, relaxed and leaned back against the Major. Their hosts, smiling knowingly, had vanished soon after.
Lorne himself was beginning to feel a pleasant buzz settle around him. Some small part of him acknowledged this wasn’t normal but it was easily quashed as he decided to follow Simpson’s example. He picked up a slice of almost-melon but far sweeter than any he’d ever tasted and bought it to Kavanagh’s lips. The scientist sucked on the end of it, making a soft pornographic sound in approval that went straight to his dick.
Playfully Nick pulled the fruit out of his mouth and smeared it across his lower lip, letting the juice flow down his chin. He followed it with his own mouth, licking up the droplets and chasing them up to Kavanagh’s lip, sucking at in order to get all of the flavour. Somehow his tongue ended up in Kavanagh’s mouth and his hands were in the scientist’s thick hair, holding him in place as he first tasted and then devoured him.
To his surprise Kavanagh kissed him back, adding to his craving. The next - far too many - moments were taken up by Nick frantically tugging and pulling at Kavanagh’s clothes, as he hastened to get him naked. He could feel strong hands and long fingers on his body and knew that Kavanagh was struggling to do the same. Both of them were completely oblivious to the fact that Simpson and Rang were still in the room.
Once all clothes were gone, Nick pushed Kavanagh back on the thin mat and slowly started trickling the juice of a large red berry across his pale skin. He smeared it across his chest and then greedily lapped it all up, stopping only to suck at his nipples. He dribbled it across his abdomen and again followed it with his eager tongue, dipping into the well of juice in the scientist’s belly button.
Kavanagh whimpered hungrily and he moved up to meet his mouth in a clash of teeth, letting the younger man taste the fruit from his mouth this time. They kissed until they were both breathless and light-headed from it. Then Nick picked the thick chocolate syrup like mixture and with a wicked smile he oozed it over Kavanagh’s already hard and leaking cock.
Lowering his head, he took the scientist in. The sickly sweet taste of the syrup contrasted with the bitter spunk in his mouth. It was the most exquisite thing he’d ever tasted and he sucked harder, need and want and desire building up with each stroke of his tongue. Kavanagh started thrusting into his mouth, obviously just as desperate, and he revelled in the feeling. With his free hand, he started jacking himself off in the same rhythm.
Kavanagh’s release triggered his own and he came as he swallowed down mouthfuls of him.
Happily post-coital they both fell asleep wrapped around one another.
Nick woke up cold, sticky and with his head throbbing from what felt like a major hangover. It took him several long minutes to remember what happened last night. It took him even longer to realise that that was Dr. Kavanagh’s morning erection pushing into his thigh.
He moved away abruptly, the motion waking up the scientist. They both stared at each other. Nick opened his mouth to say something than shut it again. They both stared some more. “That was…the food. We weren’t acting ourselves.” He muttered eventually.
“No.” Kavanagh agreed. “And I just want to point out that I was against the idea of eating - ”
Nick gasped, cutting him off, as incredibly hot memories of last night filtered into his consciousness. He was rock hard in an instant. “Want breakfast?” He asked innocently.