This was written for the Holiday Food Challenge on Prey For It

 

 

Of Gravy and Men

 

          “Yes, Mom, I understand.” Sloan sighed into the phone. “Of course. I’ll be right over.”

          She hung the phone and leaned back against the wall for a moment. Her mother’s duty in life was to make her life a living hell full of guilt.

          “Sloan?” Tom asked, frowning with concern. He walked over to her, hands in his pockets. He was looking especially handsome to night dressed in black slacks, black pullover sweater with a gray t-shirt underneath. He had let his hair grow a little these past few months, making him look younger.

          “Yes!” Ed bellowed from the living room. He was deep into a football game.

          “I’m okay, Tom.” She smiled at him. “Just my mom and one of her usual holiday guilt trips. I thought I’d managed to get out of having to go over, but she’s not letting me win.”

          “I’ll drive you.” He replied immediately.

          “No, no.” She shook her head, holding her hand out. “This is my hell not yours. You stay here with Ed and make sure he doesn’t eat any more pumpkin pudding. I want some when I get back.”

          “You’re certain?” He asked, cocking his head and staring at her with those intense gray-blue eyes.

          “Yes, very.” She set the phone down on the table by the door. They had moved to a new loft apartment after recovering Tom, and the three of them lived together. It was pretty platonic, though Tom and Sloan did engage in some pretty heavy petting from time to time. “I can drive myself. It’s not that far from here, and I’ll have my cell phone with me. I should be back in two hours, tops.”

          “Okay.” He nodded though he still didn’t like this idea. She stepped close to him, giving him a quick kiss.

          “Behave, and don’t you two do anything fun with out me.” She winked, settling into her jacket. She scooped up her purse and keys, and headed out the door.

          “Where’d she go?” Ed asked, coming to the living room doorway.

          “To visit her family.” Tom said, standing there staring at the door. He always looked so lost when Sloan wasn’t around.

          “I figured her mom would get to her sooner or later.” Ed chuckled. “Come on, we’ll have some more dessert and watch the game. She’ll be back in no time.”

          “She said you weren’t to have any more pumpkin pudding.” Tom followed him to the kitchen.

          “Killjoy.” Ed grumbled, hesitating long enough in the doorway of the kitchen for Tom to catch up. “So what are our other choices? Cherry pie? Want some?”

          “No, thank you.” Tom smiled, shaking his head. Ed had a real thing for food. The less nutritious the more he loved it.

          “Oh, come on. I can’t eat alone.” Ed pulled out to semi-wet plates from the dish drainer. “How about some… Chocolate pecan pie?”

          “No.” Tom shuddered. That was far too rich for him. “If you insist on me eating with you, I could have a few slices of turkey and gravy.”

          “Hmm…” Ed frowned heavily as if considering a very important topic. He tapped the fork to his lips which got them covered with cherry filling sauce. He licked them absently, then licked the fork, and only then noticed that Tom was watching him intently. Ed blinked, flushing slightly. “Okay.” He shrugged, and turned back to the fridge to pull out the turkey and gravy. Tom suddenly decided that the cupboards lining the far wall were exceedingly interesting.

          ‘I’m not thinking about this’, Ed said to himself as he cut a few slices of turkey and put them on a plate. ‘Tom and Sloan, Tom and Sloan.’

          “And some of this…” Ed said out loud as he spoon some gravy on to the turkey. He popped it into the microwave for a minute. He got some of the gravy on his knuckles, and licked them clean. He glanced up, and sure enough, Tom was watching him. Oh, my.

          Ed took his plate of cherry pie and whipped cream while Tom carried his plate of turkey and gravy back to the living room. They sat side by side on the couch as they had a hundred times before. Only this time, it was different. Ed was very much aware of Tom, and Tom was very much aware of Ed.

          The game raged on. Suddenly, it wasn’t that interesting to Ed. He made comments about it in all the right places, and Tom murmured appropriately.

          Then came the moment when, while cutting a slice of turkey, Tom got a bit of gravy on the on the heel of his left hand. He stared at it for a second. He could see Ed’s tongue darting out, licking it clean. Suddenly, he wanted that very much. His passion for Ed, however, was not sudden. It had been growing for some time. It didn’t deter what he felt for Sloan. It was just… an added dimension.

          “Here.” Ed reached over, taking Tom’s wrist, and bringing his hand up to his mouth. He licked the gravy clean of Tom’s hand. He let go of the hand, and the hand hung there in mid-air. He could not believe he had done that. Sloan would kill him. Wouldn’t she?

          “I didn’t think…” Tom started to say something, but stopped. He brought his hand down. He didn’t want any more turkey and gravy, and had only been eating it to make Ed happy. “You wouldn’t…”

          “Tom, I’m not- . It’s just…” Ed sighed, closing his eyes.

          Tom set his plate of turkey on the coffee table in front of them. He took the remote, and turned off the television. Then he took Ed’s plate away from him and set it on the coffee table. He paused, then stuck his finger in Ed’s pie, and smeared the cherry sauce over his lips as he stared pointed at Ed. Slowly, he raised his finger to Ed’s lips. His intention had been to smear the red sauce over Ed’s lips as well, but Ed had other ideas. He took Tom’s finger in his mouth and sucked.

          With his finger still in Ed’s mouth, Tom brought his leg up on the couch. He leaned over towards Ed, and pulled his finger out. Ed’s hand came around the back of his neck and brought Tom’s lips to his. It was the most wonderful erotic feeling… First he rubbed his lips against Tom’s, and then their heads slanted, and mouths opened.

          The first touch of tongues was tentative. The sweet cherry flavor heightened the sensory input. Tom made a growling kind of moan deep in his throat. The only reason they pulled apart was to get some air. Tom’s lips traveled around Ed’s jaw, and down his neck. Ed’s flannel shirt and t-shirt combination was very annoying. Tom’s hand traveled down over Ed’s chest, he wanted the feel of more skin.

          Ed swiveled underneath him, bringing his long legs onto the couch. He had to stop when his right leg met up with Tom’s left leg. Tom pulled back slight so Ed could maneuver his leg around him. That’s when he tugged on Ed’s t-shirt.

          “Skin.” Tom said plaintively. Ed complied quickly though his arms got tangled for a second –flannel shirt, t-shirt, off! They went flying through the air.

          “You too, buddy.” Ed plucked at Tom’s sweater. Tom tried to kiss him again but Ed pulled back. “Skin.” He said simply. Tom shucked sweater and t-shirt in record time. Dominants are nothing if not efficient.

          They kissed again, more deeply, more thoroughly. Tongues clashing, tasting. Tom’s hands on Ed’s chest found the sensitive male nipples quickly. Ed groaned as Tom teased them, rubbing the hard nub between his index finger and thumb. Ed’s groin came into contact with Tom’s thigh, and he ground himself against it. God, he was hard!

          Tom’s lips broke away to taste more of Ed. It nearly undid Ed when Tom mouth found his right nipple. Oh, god, oh, god….

          Ed’s hands massaged Tom’s chest and ribs, then clasped hold of his round, muscular butt. He tugged until Tom was laying on top of him, arching and rubbing his cock against Ed. Tom arched against Ed, throwing his head back, so close to coming. Ed took that moment to taste Tom’s nipples and the shuddering response was incredible.

          “Off.” Tom sat back on his heels as he tried to undo Ed’s jeans. His hands were shaking, his fingers uncoordinated. Ed helped, a little, his coordination not much better than Tom’s. Soon there were both naked, breathing hoarsely.

          Hesitantly, Tom reached out to stroke Ed’s chest. His eyes were full of uncertainty. Had he pushed Ed to this place? Is this what Ed really wanted. Ed smiled at him, settling down on the couch under him. One foot hook over the back of the couch, the other one planted on the floor. He held his arms open to Tom, the invitation clear.

          Tom laid down on top of him, their cocks caught together, rubbing sensuously against each other. It made Tom shiver as he buried his face in Ed’s neck.

          “Easy, love.” Ed rubbed his back reassuringly. “We’re not done yet.” He kissed everything of Tom’s that he could reach with his mouth. His fingers started kneading Tom’s butt, working him against his own crotch. Tom’s body was absolutely incredible. God’s finest work existed in both Tom and Sloan –no matter what God you believed in, they were perfection.

          The rhythm increased, Tom’s mouth on Ed seared him. He wanted Tom inside of him not just on him. What to use as… Ed’s brain cells sizzled as Tom’s mouth found a sensitive spot on his neck, under his left ear.

          Tom felt Ed’s need, his desire to be fully connected. He had condoms in his bedroom, bought for the contingent with Sloan, though rarely used… The one problem remaining, however, was the lack of a lubricant.

          “Hey.” Ed’s hand slipped up around Tom’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “Whaddaya thinkin’ about?”

          “Condoms and lubricants.” Tom replied in between tongue tag.

          “Ah.” Ed wiggled his eyebrows. “I got the lubricant figured out. You got the condoms?”

          “Yes.” Tom was up and running for his bedroom in a flash. Literally. Ed had never seen a naked man run so fast in his life.

          When Tom returned, the first order of business was to kiss. His eyes were still hinting at uncertainty. Ed held him for a moment, stroking his back.

          “Are you sure about this?” Ed asked him, kissing his forehead.

          “Yes, but…” Tom whispered softly. “Are you?”

          “Yes.” Ed chuckled, rubbing his groin against Tom’s abdomen. “You got that condom?”

          Tom held up the foil packet.

          “Suit up.” Ed reached over and patted his fingers into gravy on Tom’s plate. Then, spreading his legs wide, he started to prepare the way for his friend. The gravy was cooling off, starting to congeal, and the texture was rather odd. But the high fat content would do the trick. Once Tom was ready, he put his fingers into the gravy, and took over. Inserting one finger into Ed, massaging, stroking. Ed’s hands gripped the arm of the couch as he thrust up against Tom’s hand. Two fingers, and Ed’s head was rolling back and forth, panting hard. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed some of the gravy into his free hand, then he inserted three fingers and grasped Ed’s cock at the same time. Stroke down on Ed’s shaft, pulling out with his fingers. Thrust in with his fingers, stroke up on Ed’s shaft.

          “Tom!” Ed cried, near insane with his desire.

          Tom quickly coated his own hard cock with the greasy mess, then poised himself at Ed’s well lubricated entrance. He pressed in and Ed arched up at the same time. He slid into Ed easily in one thrust. He tried hard to keep some semblance of control, working Ed as he worked himself inside Ed. But the sensations were overwhelming, the emotions rolling off of Ed were too much for him.

          They came at the same time, an explosive force that ripped their souls lose from their bodies before slamming them back down in. Tom collapsed upon Ed, and they held on to each other for dear life. Neither one was able to move, though Tom did manage to pull out of Ed and take care of the condom.

          Sloan sighed, turning her key in the apartment door. Her mother was *so* exhausting. She hoped the boys –calling them that always made her grin- had left her some pumpkin pudding. Though the real culprit was Ed. He’d eat anything as long as it didn’t bite back. She dumped her purse and keys, locked the door behind her, and kicked off her shoes.

          The sight that greeted her in the living room took her breath away. A naked Tom draped over a naked Ed on the couch. There was a faint scent of turkey gravy and cherries in the air. She stared at them in wonder and… She licked her lips. Desire. Two lovely naked men stretched out in front of her. Two men that she loved very much.

          Tom sensed Sloan’s presence, and immediately sat up. There was a rather slurping sound that came with that movement. He blinked up at her, totally at a loss for what to say.

          “Tom.” Ed whined, rubbing his eyes open. Then he saw what Tom saw. Sloan standing there, hands on hips, her green eyes very bright and sparking.

          “Well, at least you saved me some pumpkin pudding.” She commented, trying to keep from smiling. They looked so funny, all cherry-stained and sticky with gravy. “But next time, I suggest using the whipped cream. And you better not have ruined the couch!”

          She turned around and walked off for the kitchen. Ed and Tom looked at each other. She hadn’t been angry with them for having sex. As one, they stood up to follow after her.

          “Yuck.” Ed walked a little uncomfortably. “This feels gross now.”

          “Definitely.” Tom agreed, grimacing.

          “Showers, first!” Sloan called out from the kitchen. They immediately adjusted their direction.

          “Together?” Ed suggested.

          “Sure.” Tom nodded. “You’ll need help.” And then he grinned. It only lasted a second, but it happened and Ed saw it.

          “Yes.” Ed nodded, mock-serious. “Yes, I will.”

 

End!