“These what?” Nick wrapped his arms around Oliver, pushing aside his ponytail to plant a kiss on the back of his neck.
Oliver turned his head to nuzzle at him, but didn’t stop working, his hands turning in tight circles. “Energy balls. Or that’s what they’re supposed to be, anyway.”
Nick rested his chin on Oliver’s shoulder. Oliver didn’t acknowledge his touch, instead growling as something brown and lumpy like a small turd fell out of his hands and landed on the counter, breaking apart into clumps.
“I hate to tell you.” Nick slid an arm around Oliver to poke at it, watching as it crumbled even more under his finger to reveal tiny bits of coconut. “But these don’t look like something a person should eat.”
Oliver sighed, sagging back against him. That part, at least, Nick could get on board with. He rubbed his hands over Oliver’s stomach as he kissed from the base of his skull around to his ear. His cock hardened in his pants, and whatever Oliver’s cooking plans were, Nick wasn’t in the mood to be patient.
“They’re energy balls. Cocoa, dates, ground cashews, some other stuff, I don’t know. They’re supposed to be these little things you can pop in your mouth, but they—” He gathered up the remains of the one he’d dropped, squishing it together. When he placed it back down, it fell apart again. “They just disintegrate.”
“Worry about it later.” Nick slipped his hands lower, gratified when Oliver groaned and arched against him. He turned, cupping Nick’s face as he pulled him into a kiss. Oliver’s texts last night included detailed descriptions of everything he would do with his mouth if Nick were there. Looked like he hadn’t forgotten about that. Nick certainly hadn’t.
Oliver pulled back, and then his eyes widened. “Oh no!” He laughed, stepping all the way back so he leaned against the counter.
“What?” Nick frowned. Oliver pointed at him, but then doubled over, howling. “What is it?” Nick’s erection was fading at the sudden interruption, and he was not happy about it.
Oliver straightened. He went to wipe tears from his eyes, but then stopped, howling louder.
“What’s so funny?” Despite his irritation, Nick was fighting laughter at the glee on Oliver’s face.
Oliver shook his head. He tried to speak, but it came out as a snort, so instead, he held up his hands, palms out.
They were brown, dark brown. The color of chocolate.
Or cocoa.
“No!” Nick slapped a hand down his face and ran down the hall. Sure enough, his reflection in the bathroom mirror showed more or less hand-shaped smears of brown on both his cheeks.
Somewhere behind him, Oliver let out a weak giggle. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they’d make such a mess.”
Nick growled. “You are in so much trouble.” His belt was still open, so he undid his pants and stripped out of everything.
“I’m sorry!” Oliver said again, but then his eyes widened as Nick came out of the bathroom, naked and horny.
“You’re sorry?”
Oliver licked his lips and gave him a once-over. Nick didn’t even bother to hide his preening. His dick was getting back with the program, and Oliver was going to do the same very soon.
Nick stopped when they were inches apart. Oliver’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. Nick had noticed his hair first, but Oliver’s smile would always be impossible to resist.
“You’re making a mess.” He lifted one of Oliver’s hands and sucked a finger into his mouth, tongue circling around it. Oliver gasped and stepped the remaining distance between them so their bodies were pressed together.
“I can get a—” He didn’t get to finish the sentence because Nick swallowed it in a brutal kiss. He had waited too many hours for this, and he was done.
Their mouths together tasted like cocoa and sweetness.
“Been sampling as you work?” Nick asked as he ground against Oliver’s hip.
“I was going to try selling them at the shop. I needed to know if—oh.” Oliver gasped as Nick put two more of his fingers between his lips, licking, eyes on Oliver’s blue ones the whole time.
“Later.” He took Oliver’s hands in his and dragged them over his bare chest. They left brown streaks over his skin and hair. “You’ve made a mess, and I need you to clean it up.”
“I’ll get a cloth.” Oliver didn’t move, instead choosing to go back to kissing. Coming to this man’s house and having this—taking this—was so hot. Nick pulled Oliver’s hair loose, grabbing thick fistfuls and pulling until Oliver released his mouth. His lips were parted, his breathing ragged.
“I think we’re past cloths.” Nick was working fast, undoing Oliver’s jeans and pushing them down. “The only way to fix this is a shower, and fortunately, you have a big one.”
“Room for two.” Oliver’s hips bucked as Nick cupped him through his boxer briefs. He slipped a cocoa-coated finger in his mouth one more time, loving the way Oliver hissed and flexed against him.
