Title: Kiss the Cook
By: Bj Jones
Pairing: Horatio/Speed
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Speed invites Horatio over for dinner.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Executives, producers, directors and studios that have more lawyers on retainer than I want to think about – own them. I'm not making any money, just borrowing them for a while. I promise to return them to the lab as soon as I'm finished.
Beta: Calypso

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Speed knocked softly on Horatio's door, not wanting to disturb the redhead. He leaned up against the door jam, and watched the older man. Speed's eyes raked over Horatio's lean form. Just the sight of him set Speed's blood boiling. He had always had, an attraction to the man, ever since he met him all those years ago. It wasn't until lately, in the past few months, the attraction grew and began to consume him.

Horatio had entered his dreams. The dreams were very real, he could feel the softness of Horatio's hair, feel the silky skin, and taste his salty essence. He woke with a moan on his lips, his hand and sheets sticky.

At first he had a difficult time facing his boss, just knowing that he would see the hidden desire in his eyes. Slowly he was able to find an easy friendship with the man, happy to have him in his life. Over time he began to realize that the feelings he had for his boss wasn't just lust for his body, but love for the man.

Speed knocked again, "Horatio?"

"Speed." Horatio looked up from his desk. "How can I help you?"

Speed gave him a small smile, "It's late. You're tired and there's nothing you can do here."

"Paperwork." Horatio pulled up another folder.

Speed walked over to his desk, "It can wait, dinner?"

"Dinner?" Horatio asked looking up.

"Dinner." Speed states. "You need to eat, and I missed dinner. I was thinking maybe..." Speed hesitated; he was wondering what possessed him to ask his boss to dinner. Oh yeah that's right, because he's in love with him.

Horatio looked back at the pile of reports, sighed threw his pen down, "Why not."

Speed looked surprised, "Okay, good, dinner.. Ah H...I'll need a ride, bike's in the shop." Speed gave him a shy smile.

"Oh I see," Horatio laughed as he stood up. "You're just using me for a ride home."

"I'll buy dinner," Speed pointed out.

"Let's go," Horatio moved towards the door. Speed waited just long enough so he could get a nice view of Horatio's tight ass.

~*~

"I can't believe the diner is closed for a private party," Speed grumbled in the passenger seat of the Hummer.

"Irony," Horatio grinned. "Any other places?"

"This time of night?" Speed looked at him. "Not really."

"I'll take you home and call it a night." Horatio started the engine up. "Thanks for asking."

"I can whip us up something." Speed suggested.

Horatio glanced at his passenger, "You cook?"

Speed blushed slightly, "It's a well kept secret. Only one other person knows I can dabble in the kitchen."

"Alexx?" Horatio asked smiling.

"Who else?" Speed returned.

"Okay." Horatio grinned. "I'll try Speed's Place." Speed laughed.

~*~

Speed led them into his apartment; he threw his keys and badge onto the table near the door, setting the gun in the drawer. "Make yourself at home," Speed gestured around the living room, as he slipped off his shoes and socks. He quickly picked them up and stashed them in his bedroom. He rolled up the sleeves of his button down shirt as he walked into the kitchen.

Horatio stood by the door watching the small routine, with a tiny smile on his face. This was a different side of Speed, relaxed and at home. He watched Speed pull out some ingredients from the cabinets and fridge, humming softly to himself. Horatio decided to get comfortable and slipped off his tie and suit coat, he laid them across the back of the recliner in the living room.

He eased onto one of the bar stools at the small breakfast bar separating the kitchen from the living room. He was content to watch his Trace expert cook. He couldn't remember when he had fallen in love with the man, but lately it had been getting more and more difficult to keep his distance. He found himself assigning cases to make sure Speed ended up with him; he enjoyed the man's humor and wit. He especially enjoyed the view when Speed would bend over the microscope. Those long baggy shirts covered a well-defined ass, one Horatio dreamed of slipping into many nights.

Horatio looked up shaking his head to clear away his thoughts, "What?"

Speed was grinning at him, "Chicken or Steak?"

"For?" Horatio asked somewhat distracted. Speed had some flour on his cheek; his eyes were open and full of life, then there was the apron he slipped on. Horatio stood up, his eyes locked onto Speed. He moved around the bar, and into the kitchen. Speed watched him with trepidation. Horatio pounced, backing Speed into the cabinets and taking his lips in a demanding kiss.

Speed's arms wrapped around Horatio's shoulders and pulled the older man closer. He opened his mouth allowing Horatio complete access. Horatio slipped his tongue in, tasting and exploring the moist mouth, he grinned slightly as he tasted a variety of spices. It seems Speed is the type of cook that tastes as he goes. Speed groaned as Horatio pushed him further into the cabinets, their hard cocks grinding against each other.

Horatio pulled back panting slightly, "Speed?"

Speed answered the question by pulling Horatio back in for another kiss, licking Horatio's bottom lip asking for permission. Horatio opened his mouth now letting Speed explore. Speed needed desperately to get closer to Horatio; he wanted to feel smooth skin. His hands pulled at the tucked in shirt, clawing desperately to get under it. Horatio stepped back eyes dark with passion, he took Speed's hands and placed them on his chest.

Speed quickly unbuttoned the soft silky shirt, the moment he exposed the erect nipples he leaned forward sucking one into his mouth. Horatio moaned, his hands slipping into Speed's hair, "God..."

Speed grinned as he moved to the other nipple giving it as much attention as the first. His fingers became uncoordinated and with a frustrated growl he ripped the rest of the buttons off. He pulled back, smirking at Horatio's dazed expression. His hands slid down the smooth chest, pinching the wet nipples, caressing down the flat stomach, enjoying the noises Horatio was making. He stopped at the waist, his hands sliding across the belt. They slipped around to the back inching lower until he was cupping Horatio's ass, pulling the man closer he ground his own hard erection into his.

Horatio growled deep in his throat, he turned the two of them and moved them across the kitchen. Before Speed could figure what Horatio was doing he was flat on his back on the small kitchen table. Horatio's eyes were dark with lust. Speed lifted up on his elbows watching the redhead intently. Horatio grinned, as he made quick work of Speed's pants, and boxers. Speed groaned as the cool air hit his aching cock. He dropped to the table when he felt Horatio's wet mouth engulf it.

"Horatio...Oh God..." Speed withered under Horatio's touch. "Please..." Horatio took his time, licking, tasting the hard cock, and lapping up the pre-cum. His hands spread Speed's legs wide, massaging the tights muscles. Speed was shaking under his fingers; Horatio hummed softly around the swollen cock, and then swallowed it down. Speed screamed out his name and came down his throat. Horatio swallowed all of it, and then licked the softening cock clean. He eased up bending over a spent Speed.

"Olive oil...counter..." Speed panted his dark eyes locking with Horatio's blue.

Horatio quickly grabbed the olive oil, pouring a small amount into his hand. He slowly began to work his fingers into Speed. "How long has it been?" He asked feeling how tight Speed was.

"A while," Speed panted pushing back onto the fingers. "More..."

Horatio grinned, "I don't want to hurt you."

Speed looked at him with all sincerity in his eyes, "You could never hurt me."

Horatio swallowed at the trust Speed had in him. He slipped in three fingers stretching him, finding that one spot to make Speed wither and moan. "Damn it Horatio. In. Me. NOW!"

Horatio nodded, knowing he couldn't hold out much longer. He quickly freed his hard member from the restrains of his pants coating it with oil. Speed's legs widened even further in an open invitation. Horatio gasped at seeing the complete love and trust in Speed's eyes.

Horatio eased himself into Speed, not wanting to hurt the young man he had grown to love. Speed took matters into his own hand and pushed back, impaling himself onto Horatio. Both men groaned deep, stilling at the sensation. Horatio took deep breaths trying to control himself.

"Fuck me," Speed whispered.

Horatio pulled out and thrust back in, causing Speed to scream out in pleasure. Horatio pounded into Speed, loosing himself in the tight body. Speed wrapped his legs around Horatio's, arching his back upwards urging him harder, faster. Horatio's hard cock was scraping his prostate with each thrust, causing him to see stars, reducing him to non-syllables, moaning, chanting, and calling out Horatio's name. Horatio took Speed's hand, wrapping it around Speed's hard leaking cock. "I want to see you jack yourself off." Horatio demanded thrusting deep into Speed.

Speed groaned his own hand matching Horatio's thrusts. It didn't take long, a few hard pulls and with the pounding his prostate was getting, he came hard screaming out Horatio's name. Horatio followed soon after, thrusting hard and deep into Speed, shooting his seed into him, his name a harsh groan on Horatio's lips.

Horatio was very thankful for the table; it was the only thing that was holding him up. Speed's legs dropped from around his waist, limp and heavy. Speed lay on the table panting, trying to wrap his mind around what just happened. Horatio slowly eased himself off of Speed, slipping out of his new lover. Speed winced slightly.

"Are you okay?" Horatio asked concerned as he put himself back together, though the shirt was a lost.

"Sore." Speed answered with a smile, "But in a good way."

Horatio handed Speed his pants then helped Speed sit up. He leaned forward and gave Speed a sweet loving kiss, "I don't want this to be a one time thing."

"What is this?" Speed asked. "I mean what happened here?"

"I've wanted you for so long," Horatio, stated his hand running through Speed's hair. "And I just saw you standing there, and just..."

"Jumped me." Speed smiled his own hand caressing Horatio's cheek.

"Basically." Horatio laughed. "I love you."

Speed gave him a bright smile, "I love you too."

Horatio looked around the kitchen, "Dinner?"

Speed eased off the table, "How about breakfast?"

"I like the sound of that." Horatio kissed him deeply.

Speed looked down at himself, "Well this apron is going into the wash. I can't believe I still have it on."

"I was impatient," Horatio grinned. "Besides it gave me some good advice."

Speed pulled off the apron leaving him in his shirt, and his shirt only, "What?" He looked at Horatio. Horatio pointed at the apron. On the front it said 'kiss the cook'. Speed laughed, he tossed it onto the counter and led Horatio towards his bedroom. Maybe they would have better luck making breakfast.