Making Cookies

by Kez

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ask/kez/cookies.php
Summary: Daniel is making Cookies. Jack helps

Now I know some people might find it strange to arrive at their 38 year old, single, male, best friends house and discovering them making cookies, but since this is Daniel, and strange with him is generally perfect normal I am not overly concerned.

"Hi Jack!" he greets loudly over the music blaring from his living rooms hi-fi system, why he needs one so big is beyond me, since he is hardly ever here, but like I say, strange is normal with Daniel.

"Daniel," I return, my eyes looking at the mixing bowl he is presently holding in his hands full of cookie batter, chocolate chip if I am not mistaken, but those little brown, chocolaty looking things in the mix.

"I felt like cookies." He tells me. Perfectly normal. I mean I know he is a cookie addict. You just aren't best friends with a guy for five years and not notice something like that.

Of course, wanting cookies is one thing, but last I looked unless you were a stay at home mom, with a love of cooking, it isn't normal to spend your Tuesdays making cookies.

"Jack pass me that blue shaker over there will you." He asks me, pointing in the general direction of a light blue, em... Sugar? Salt? Well something shaker sitting on the counter closet to me.

I hand it over, and lean up against the counter beside him as he shakes, what turns out to be icing sugar over some still warm cookies on top of the counter, that had been hidden by his body before.

"If you are staying the least you could do is help." He tells me.

"Stick them back into the oven, on the bottom shelf, just for a few minutes, oh and check on the ones that are in there already, they should be nearly done." He orders me, setting down his bowl and reaching up to get another tray from above the cooker.

That's the last batch, all finished. I cannot believe I just spent the past hour helping Daniel make cookies. If anyone on base ever finds out... it doesn't bare even thinking about, especially if that someone is Carter.

Daniel is just putting the last batch to cool, and I notice there is still a little excess batter in one of the mixing bowls...hmmm... he isn't watching. Could I? Yes. Should I? Hell Yes!

**SPLAT**

Hehe, right on the ass, I am sooooo good.

Oh, oh, he looks positively evil. EEEK.

Egg yolk does not go well on this shirt, and he just splattered two whole eggs all down me. I am going to kill him this means WAR!

Ha got ya, right in the face.

Pfft, hmmm cookie batter tastes just as good uncooked as cooked actually, who woulda guessed. Not that I really wanted to find out like this, but...

I think we are running out of things to throw, and apparently energy to throw them with. We're both laughing so hard.

Oh fuck! I so didn't see him coming then.

Bastard is getting better at sneaking up on me.

Ahh! Oh that's it he is so going down. Fucking flour down my pants is so not playing fair.

"Jack *pant* please *Wheeze* stop *pant*"

That will teach you, if out doubt on how to get back at Daniel for something, tickle him, works every time.

God we both must look a mess, covered in flour, eggs, cookie batter, and a few other things, him lying below me as I'm still straddling his hips from when I was tickling him, and him panting for breath like that, and... I just realised the incredible eroticism of this moment.

I can't be sure, but I think he did too.

"Daniel?" I half ask, my voice sounds all wrong, more like a high pitched, squeaky kind of croak, as I say it.

He doesn't answer me, but his eyes darken, his tongue flickers out to lick his lips just a little and God help me if it isn't the hottest thing I have ever seen.

I bend down slowly, I don't want to push this, giving him plenty of time to change his mind, but when I am only a few millimetres away, his breath tickling my lips I give in and crush my lips to his, pushing my tongue against his mouth until he lets me inside where I can taste him properly for the first time.

I've never kissed a man before. I have been fucked by, and I have fucked a man, but I have never kissed a man. It's different, but the same.

Daniel's lips are soft and pliant, but I can feel the scratch of his stubble against my own, and I can smell his musky male sent in my nostrils as our tongues duel, playfully tagging each other as they slip back and forth between our two mouths until I have to pull back for fear of passing out from lack of oxygen.

I can feel his hardness against my leg, even as my own struggles against the confines of my jeans, and I can't help but push against him.

"Jaaaaack..." the moan that comes from him turns me on even more, if that is possible, and I grin, leaning forward again, but this time going for his jaw, and neck where there are smattering's of cookie batter from out fight, which I lick up with my tongue, listening carefully and nibbling slighting in the places where I get the most reaction.

"I think we need a shower." I tell him, licking clean another patch of skin on his neck, loving how he shudders beneath my touch.

"Hmmm..." Daniel moans again, I think I will take that as a yes.

Pulling myself up I offer a hand to help him up as well, already walking towards his bathroom before either of us has anytime to reconsider this, because I don't want to reconsider it right now, maybe not ever.

I hit the right buttons on Daniel's shower for a nice warm temperature, without being roasting, but keep it on a low spray.

Turning back I find Daniel already more than half undressed, grinning at me.

Oh yeah, this is definitely one of my better ideas in life... why did I never think of this before?

I'm pulling of my clothes before I really resister what I am doing and soon, but not nearly soon enough I look back to see Daniel standing completely naked before me.

Not the first time I have seen him naked I'll grant you, but the first time I have seen him like 'this'.

He is gorgeous.

When we first met he was so skinny, but now, he is all firm muscles, soft lightly golden skin rippling over the muscles as he moves. Strong shoulders flowing down to strong arms, and a torso, followed by long lean legs, and of course the part I am most interested in right now, his long, hard dripping cock, standing out proudly from a bush of soft honey coloured hair.

Did I mention gorgeous?

I step into the shower, pulling him with me, part of me wondering what he thinks of me naked, I mean I know I am not much to look at. Too many years of fighting far to many battles, but he doesn't seem to mind, infact if that look is anything to go by, he looks damn right appreciative of my old body.

The water is just warm enough, and I grab a washcloth from the side, slowly starting at the top and working my way down cleaning him from head to toe, so that I end up on my knees in front of him.

I wonder what I could do while I am down here?

I've never done this, they tired to get me to, in Iraq, but I wouldn't so they stopped trying and just fucked me instead, but here, now, with Daniel I want to do it, I want to taste him, and know what it feels like to have his dick in my mouth, his cum sliding down my throat.

I try a tentative lick at the head of his cock, lapping up a little pre-cum that has beaded there. It's salty, but sweet, and not at all unpalatable.

Now a little more, sliding just the head into my mouth, my eyes cast up, meeting his as he watches me, watching him, watching me suck his cock.

It is damn hot to see his eyes glazing over just a little as I take more and more slowing to my mouth until I have almost all of him. It's a lot to take, and at first I think maybe I might gag on it, but as my throat becomes more use to it I am finding it easier to take until my nose is pressing almost right against his groin.

My hands wander of there own accord up his legs to his ass, lightly massaging the firm, rounded globes, before slipping around and under my chin to his balls, playing with the lightly furred sacks as I continue to suck on him until I feel the sacks tighten, and I pull back so only the head is left in my mouth allowing me to really get a taste as Daniel yells releasing several spurts of salty liquid into my mouth, filling it to over flowing until I swallow it all down, retaining just a little to savour the taste on my tongue.

I never would have imagined enjoying the taste of another man's cum, but the salty, tangy, sweet liquid that Daniel deposited into my mouth is strangely very likeable.

Daniel flops back against the wall as I kiss my way back up his body, nibbling a little on the nipples on my way back up to see what sort of reaction I will get. And boy do I get a reaction as Daniel almost flies of the wall, nearly knocking me down.

Before I know it I am back against the wall myself, Daniel's tongue in my mouth, and I know he must be able to taste himself in there.

Hands are everywhere, at least it seems like that as he teases my nipples, with one hand as the other drifts down to take my leaking cock to task.

As suddenly as his assault on my mouth started it stops and before I know it I feel his warm, soft lips against the head of my cock as he takes me down his throat in one go... FUCK! Where did he learn to do that?

It's... oh God, so good, damn, I can't think, I just can't, I know I'm about to...."DANIELLLLLLLLLLL".

Oh wow.

Hang on, how did I end up on the bed?

"Hey there!"

"Hi." Did I pass out? I wouldn't be surprised I mean WOW, but still, it is mildly embarrassing.

"You ok?" he asks, he brow creased, and for the first time I notice that he is wearing a robe, while I am still laying here naked.

"Hmmm... yeah. Come here." I tell him, hoping his comes because if he is regretting this I might lose my best friend and I really don't want to do that.

"Em... Jack... I... Your straight." He tells me, like that is news. I know I am straight, at least I always was before, but with Daniel it's not a matter of being straight or gay, it's... its Daniel.

"What I am is crazy about you." I say, I funnily I know I really mean it, infact...

"I love you Daniel. I don't care about straight, or gay, or male or female, your... you, and I love you. I admit I never thought I could fall for another guy, and honestly until today I never even considered you in that way, but now... I love you." I tell him, I'm trying to keep my face open, not hiding anything, because this is make or break time, and I would much rather make, than break.

"I love you too Jack." He tells me, much to my relief as he leans in, kissing me, manoeuvring so he is on top of me on the bed, pressing against me.

I really need to get rid of that robe of his, so I push him back until I can get it off his shoulders, watching as he catches on and does the rest of the work for me.

He is hard again, and so am I, and the friction of our two cocks trapped between us as he rocks against me lightly, still kissing me is delicious, but right now I don't want that, I know what I want, and I plan to get it.

It's strange, after Iraq I swore I would never let another man touch me like that again, but this isn't another man, this is Daniel and the fact that he is a man doesn't matter, because I know that he would never hurt me.

"Daniel." I look at him, choosing my next words carefully.

"Make love to me." I say finally, hearing his breath hitch in his chest as he watches me for any signs that I don't really want this, he won't find any.

"Wait there." He tells me, disappearing into the bathroom again before reappearing with a tube of what I assume is lube, and a condom.

I take the condom and toss it.

"We're both clean. I want to feel you." I say, and he nods slowly, almost reluctantly at first before he smiles at me, giving me another kiss, this one so filled with tenderness that it nearly brings me to tears to feel the love behind it.

How did I ever get this lucky?

"It'll be easier if you're on your knees." He tells me.

"No. Like this." I say, pulling myself up and spreading my legs back.

"You sure?" he asks me, as he pours a little of the clear, thick substance from the tube onto his fingers.

"Sure." I promise, smiling.

I expected him to dive straight in, but he doesn't, instead he leans in, kissing and nibbling his way along my thigh, up to my cock again, taking it into his mouth for a few moments before slipping down until I can feel the tickle of his breath against my crack.

OH FUCK!

His tongue is flickering lightly against my opening, wetting around the edges, and pushing in just a little, and if feels fucking amazing, if just a little strange.

He is moving back up to my dick now, taking my back into his mouth as I feel his fingers start to move around my opening, one slowly pushing in.

It has been years since anyone went near there, and it stings just a little, but it isn't too bad, I know worse is too come, but I also know that this will be painless compared to the last time.

I feel another finger pressing in, and I wince in pain, it's not much, but it's enough to stop Daniel in his tracks his eyes asking me again if I am sure. I am.

Time is moving so slowly, Daniel giving me more than enough time to adjust to the second finger before he tries for a third.

This time I try to hold back the wince, but I can't. It hurts. The stretch on my anal muscles, ones that haven't been used in years is painful.

He waits again, still licking and sucking at my cock and balls to help keep me relaxed as he prepares me.

It takes a few minutes but before long I feel comfortable enough to push back against the probing fingers until I feel his fingers brush my prostate and I can't help a small cry from escaping my lips at the sensation.

"Daniel. Please." I beg. I can't wait any longer. I don't care how much it hurts, I need him inside of me.

His eyes ask me again if I am sure, and he gets the same response. I am.

He puts some of the lube onto himself, moving forward to slid between my legs until I feel the head of his cock pressed against me, pushing slowly forward, breaching the barriers and breaking into me.

I can't help a slight groan of pain, no matter how hard I try, but when he stops moving I push myself against him hard, forcing his whole cock inside me.

I yelp.

Fuck it hurts.

I can barely see through the tears in my eyes.

"Jack..." Daniel is about to say something, but I stop him.

"Stay...just give me a minute." I tell him, pulling him down so I can kiss him, playing with his tongue until I feel the pain melt away and only the pleasure of the complete rightness of this is left.

"Love me." I whisper against his lips, pushing myself back against him a little, groaning, this time in pleasure as he hits that sweet spot first time.

Slow, even movements inside of me, filling me with every stroke until I can't take anymore and I scream, cuming all over my own stomach. He hasn't touched my cock since he started to move inside me.

Daniel is panting, his face red above me, and I know he is about to cum as well, so I work to squeeze my ass muscles just a little more until I feel a warm torrent of his cum filling my ass.

I don't know how long we've been laying here, but it is starting to get dark outside, the sky turning a multitude of colours as the sunsets.

We've just been cuddling, talking, mostly about mundane, unimportant things, and not about work.

I know it won't be easy, the military isn't exactly friendly to this kind of thing, but we'll manage it somehow. I'm only a few years to retirement anyway, I won't take a desk job, I just couldn't do it. As soon as Gorge retires I am gone as well, and until then, well we are best friends, and best friends hang out together all the time, no one will think anything of it.

I feel Daniel shift beside me.

"Be right back," he tells me "I'm hungry," he adds with a grin.

A few moments later, just as the final vestiges of daylight filter away Daniel returns, switching on the lamp on his way, and reveals a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies.

Fini.