Kiss The Cook

Title: Kiss the Cook
Author: Darth Claire
Pairing: Momo/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: PoT is not mine. The crack is. Apologies for giving this a thick veneer of plot and for the over use of corny euphemisms. They're over 18.
Summary: Ryoma wants Momo’s hotdog.

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Ryoma leaned against the support beam of the porch watching Momo and Kaidoh play what was supposed to be a friendly match. Even in their second year of college his two teammates were still intensely competitive and even at a friendly cookout, they were going all out. Ryoma’s parents had suddenly grown nostalgic for the United States and had decided to throw a traditional July 4th cookout and Ryoma had invited his teammates in spite of his misgivings about them meeting his father. Nanjiroh had promised to behave and play the part of the good host. Ryoma only hoped his friends would be more interested in his family’s tennis court than in his family. So far it seemed to be working.

Momo and Kaidoh were locked in a death match with a score of 6-5 in favor of Kaidoh. Kaidoh had the edge Momo because of his incredible endurance, but Momo wasn’t letting up. Ryoma watched casually from the shadow of the porch as Momo ran back and forth, trying to stay in the game. He followed the smooth motions of Momo’s powerful legs as he tried to keep pace with his rival. Occasionally Momo’s shirt would fly up to reveal a small glimpse of his solid, rippling stomach. Ryoma licked his lips unconsciously as he watched the sweat roll down Momo’s neck. Damn him. Why did he have to be so sexy? Ryoma automatically reached for the cap he wasn’t wearing to pull down over his reddening cheeks. He had been doing that so often since Momo asked him out at the beginning of the year that it was a firmly established habit at this point. Momo was just too sexy when he played seriously.

Kaidoh cursed as he hit the ball at a bad angle and sent it high, a perfect set up for Momo’s trademark Dunk Smash. Momo jumped and slammed the ball back down, taking the game. Kaidoh readjusted his bandana and glared at Momo who was grinning like a happy idiot. He hissed at the spikey haired moron and set up to serve for the tie break.

“Hey you two, let other people use the court,” Oishi scolded them. “You’ve been playing for almost an hour!”

“But-,” Momo protested.

“It’s a tie, just leave it.” Tezuka checked the tension on his racket strings in preparation for his match with Oishi. The two second years reluctantly vacated the court for their captain and vice captain.

“I swear,” Oishi muttered. “Everything with those two turns into a contest.”

Momo grabbed his water bottle and sat down on the porch beside Ryoma. “I could have beaten him in the tie break.”

“Mada mada dane.” Ryoma said with a small grin. Momo probably would have lost. After an hour long match, Kaidoh’s endurance would have given him a decisive advantage over Momo. Momo grabbed his boyfriend around the waist and pulled him down on the porch. He tickled Ryoma’s stomach as his slender boyfriend laughed uncontrollably and playfully tried to push Momo’s delightfully torturous hands away.

“Momo-chan!” Ryoma laughed in protest.

“Who would have won?” Momo asked with a goofy grin.

“Kaidoh-senpai.” Ryoma giggled.

“Wrong answer!”

“Ma-ha-da ha mada da-haha-ne!”

Eiji looked away from his boyfriend’s match to see what the commotion on the porch was. He tapped Fuji on the shoulder and pointed at the pair.

“Aren’t they cute Fujiko?”

“Yeah, too bad they’re about to get interrupted.” Fuji pointed to Nanjiroh who was making his way over to the pair with an overprotective gleam in his eye.

“Who would have won?” Momo continued tickling Ryoma, blissfully unaware of the danger he was in.”

“You!” Ryoma shrieked finally. Momo ceased tickling his boyfriend and leaned in close.

“So now I want my reward.” He leaned in to capture Ryoma’s still laughing lips as a fist gripped the back of his shirt. He was pulled away from Ryoma to face a Nanjiroh’s evil smirk.

“You’ll get a reward. How about getting to help me with the grill.”

Momo gulped and followed his boyfriend’s father like a dog with it’s tail between it’s legs. Ever since Ryoma had revealed their relationship to his parents, Nanjiroh was watching their every move like a hawk, trying to protect his son’s long gone virginity. Ryoma looked regretfully at the bulge in his shorts. He had hoped that this party would be a good chance to spend some time with Momo outside of school, but the old man was really cramping his style. Ryoma watched his boyfriend dutifully flip hamburgers and thought about how hot Momo looked in his father’s ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron. Or maybe Ryoma was just horny. He watched Momo’s strong arms turn the hotdogs and vowed that before the day was out, he would be eating Momo’s hotdog.

Momo stole a covert glance at Ryoma. The slender boy lounged in the shade watching the match with an unreadable expression gracing his delicate features, his lithe young body pose in an inviting manner. Momo had half a mind to flip one of the burgers off the grill and into Nanjiroh’s smirking face, but such a waste of food went against his code of ethics. Grilled foods should be used for nourishment, enjoyment, and occasionally seduction, never for revenge. No, he would have to find another way to circumvent the perverted old monk. Momo was surprised by the older Echizen’s attitude towards his son’s sex life. He had pegged Nanjiroh for the type to encourage this sort of thing. Reluctantly, Momo pealed his eyes away from Ryoma and gave the hotdogs the attentions they deserved.

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“The boy knows how to handle his meat, I’ll give him that.” Nanjiroh reluctantly praised Momo’s grilling prowess. He walked off, happily munching on a hamburger while his guests tried their best not to burst out laughing. Ryoma rolled his eyes and grabbed an ice cream bar out of the cooler and sat down beside Momo. Momo eyed his slender boyfriend with a wicked smile.

“Is it just me, or is it hot?” He said, casually pulling off his t-shirt just slowly enough to give his teammates a show.

“Fsshh, it‘s probably because you were standing next to the grill,” Kaidoh said, looking away in disgust.

Ryoma was entranced. Suddenly his shorts felt extremely tight. He barely noticed as his ice cream slipped from his grasp and landed on Momo’s plate. He picked it up quickly, willing the growing heat in his pants and cheeks to subside.

“Hey,” Momo whined. “You got ice cream on my hot dog!”

Ryoma looked at the long stick of meat which was now partially covered in a layer of creamy white. He started to apologize for his carelessness, but stopped. Momo had been teasing him all afternoon whether he knew it or not. It was time for payback.

“Let me get that for you.”

He picked up the offending hot dog and snaked out his tongue to lick off some of the ice cream. Tilting his head back, he drew the hot wiener into his mouth and sucked at it gently. He licked the ice cream off of his boyfriend’s hotdog and withdrew it slowly from his mouth. Momo’s throat went dry as Ryoma laid the hotdog back on his plate and licked his lips.

“Is that better?” Ryoma asked in a silky voice. Momo couldn’t answer. He had to have Ryoma now. Maybe they could sneak up to Ryoma’s room without being seen and finished up before they were missed. He looked around for an escape route. To his dismay, Nanjiroh was hovering near the adult’s table by the entrance to the house. He needed a distraction. He noticed Tezuka getting up for more potato salad and had an idea. He jumped up to follow.

“Hey, Buchou, I have a favor to ask.”

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“Echizen-san, could I ask you for a match?” Tezuka asked when dinner was finished. Nanjiroh scrutinized the boy with a trained eye. He had heard stories about Seigaku’s captain.

“You think you can take me on?” Nanjiroh gave the boy a cocky smile.

“I would like to try.”

“You’ve got a match.” Nanjiroh grabbed his racket from beside the bell tower and squared off on the court.

Everyone gathered around for what promised to be an exciting match.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Momo whispered, pulling Ryoma towards the house.

“But Oyaji is playing Buchou. Don’t you want to see that?”

“I asked him to distract your dad. Come on.”

Ryoma grinned and ran upstairs with Momo. The pair tumbled onto Ryoma’s bed with their arms tightly around one another.

“How much time do you think we have?” Ryoma Ryoma’s asked as he licked Momo’s neck, tasting the salty sweat from his earlier match and the smoky aroma of standing near a charcoal grill. He sucked gently on the smooth skin that he had been admiring from afar.

“Half an hour, tops.” Momo pushed Ryoma off to pull of both their shirts. He mashed their lips together, feeling Ryoma’s smooth skin against his own. Momo ran his fingers through Echizen’s hair, trailing his hand down the freshman’s exposed torso until his fingers disappeared in the waist band of Ryoma’s shorts. He tugged them down roughly, taking Ryoma’s boxer shorts along for the ride south. Momo stared hungrily at his lover’s lean, naked form. Ryoma blushed as Momo’s lavender roamed over every curve and line of his body.

“I think I’ll have another hotdog,” Momo said with a lecherous smile. He bent down and took Ryoma’s half hard cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue in slow circles around the head. Momo licked the precum from his boyfriend’s weeping cock, savoring the taste which was uniquely Ryoma. The unusually sweet taste of his boyfriend’s seed and the creamy texture made him think of ice cream. With slow strokes he licked the ice cream off his lover’s hotdog. Ryoma cried out in pleasure, weaving his delicate finger in Momo’s spiky hair as Momo used his well exercised tongue for something other than talking Ryoma’s ear off. Momo sucked gently on the firm pillar of flesh, bringing a hand up to massage Ryoma’s balls. Ryoma moaned softly and nudged Momo’s head further down his throbbing member, relish the wet heat of his boyfriend’s mouth as Momo continued to suck him like a popsicle.

“Momo!” Ryoma threw his head back moaning in ecstasy. Shaking with need and desire, he reached under his pillow for the small bottle of lube he kept there. He handed the tube to Momo and spread his legs open in an inviting gesture. Momo grinned. Ryoma had never been the patient type. Not wasting any time, he squeezed out a liberal amount on his fingers and rubbed it teasingly around the small puckered entrance. Then, with slow firm strokes of his tongue, he licked it all off, drawing a pleasured shudder from his lover’s lean body. He looked up at Ryoma a licked his lips.

“Tastes like strawberry ice cream.” He squeezed more of the fruity lube onto fingers and stuck one inside, teasing his boyfriend’s all too willing passage. Ryoma writhed and squirmed as Momo tickled him in places that made him see stars. He gripped the sheets tightly against a wave of sensual pain as Momo added a second finger and began to tease him open. Momo scissored his fingers apart gently, coaxing the resistant muscle to relax enough to let him in. Ryoma moaned loudly as Momo’s touch became less painful and more arousing. A third finger slipped inside him and Momo pushed in deeper, brushing against that wonderful spot inside of him.

“Momo!” Ryoma cried out. His hips bucked into the touch, pushing forward to take in more of Momo’s fingers. Panting, he trailed his hand down his naked body to grasp his aching cock. He strokes himself with light slow strokes as Momo massaged his prostate. He wanted more but he didn’t want to come just yet. He wanted Momo to fill him and fuck him into unconsciousness. He wanted Momo to make him come hard. Momo removed his fingers from Ryoma and quickly shed his clothes. He groaned as his plumping hotdog was released from its cloth prison, already dripping with the signs of his arousal. He coated his member with lube and prepared to grant Ryoma’s wish. Taking hold of Ryoma’s slender hips, Momo plunged his juicy hotdog in between Ryoma’s firm buns.

“AH!” Ryoma screamed as he was impaled by Momo’s thick, meaty wiener. Momo moaned loudly, happy to finally be buried inside his green haired lover. He leaned in to kiss Ryoma, fucking the younger boy’s mouth with his tongue as he prepared to fuck Ryoma’s ass. He felt Ryoma’s body relax and slowly started to move his throbbing dick in and out of the tight heat. Ryoma clung tightly to Momo’s strong, sculpted back as his boyfriend thrust into him with slow, deliberate strokes. He arched his back, pushing into Momo’s thrusts eagerly. Momo sped up a little and adjusted his strokes to hit Ryoma’s prostate.

“AH! Momo! Again!” Momo hit the spot a few more times and then shifted away. He didn’t want Ryoma coming too soon and ruining their fun. He continued to pound into that small pleading body, faster and faster until Ryoma was reduced to a quivering pile of flesh.

“Momo, please! I can’t!” Ryoma panted helplessly as Momo continued to drive into him urgently. Momo tried to say that he couldn’t last much longer either, but words failed him. Instead he nodded and took Ryoma’s oozing penis in his hand, pumping it in time with his strokes as they both approached their climaxes. Ryoma thrust in to Momo’s hand desperately pushing himself closer and closer until finally he felt his body tense and erupt in a blissful release. Momo thrust in a few more times and cried out, emptying himself into his lover. They collapsed together on the bed, spent and satisfied. Momo kissed Ryoma lovingly on the forehead.

“So do I win the hotdog eating contest?”

“Mada mada dane.”

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“Wow,” Oishi said as he watch the match in awe.

Fuji nodded. “I never knew a tennis match between two good players could be so, so-”

“Boring,” Eiji finished. The rest of the team nodded with glazed expressions. The match between Nanjiroh and Tezuka had been going on for nearly half an hour. The score was 15-15 in the first game and for the last 10 minutes both players had been using the Tezuka Zone move. Both of them were still playing right handed.

“What did we miss?” Momo asked, slipping in beside Oishi with a tousled looking Ryoma at his side.

“Nothing.” Inui said. “If you go back upstairs for another half an hour, there’s a 40% chance one of them will score in that time.” He waited for a reply but received none. He looked around to see that the two had vanished once more.

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