Thanksgiving Fic: Stuff This by Kimberly Gardner

Copyright 2008 by Kimberly Gardner, all rights reserved.

Stuff This

Balancing the pizza box in one hand, Chris knocked on the door of Tim’s apartment. A minute went by, then two, then three. What the hell?

Tim knew he was coming, had invited him over. They were heading to Chris’s sister’s for Thanksgiving and were going to get an early start in the morning.

Chris listened. He could hear the stereo through the closed door, the music cranked up loud the way Tim liked it when he was involved in one of his ‘projects.’

Chris raised his fist to knock again. But just as he did, the door was flung open.

“It’s about time, man.” Chris held out the pizza box like an offering. “I come bearing gifts.”

“Mmm, pizza. My hero.” Tim held the door open. Chris passed into the living room. “Did you get extra cheese and extra pepperoni?” He shut the door.

“Just like you like it, babe. Where do you want–” Chris broke off in midsentence and did a doubletake.

Over his customary jeans and sweatshirt Tim had tied a bib-style apron, which would have been weird enough by itself, if not for the picture on the front. It showed a drawing of a cartoon turkey in rear view, the bird peeking coyly over one shoulder in a parody of one of those old-time pin-up poses. The artist had drawn a balloon coming out of the turkey’s mouth with the words “Stuff This” in large capital letters.

“Nice apron.” Chris felt the grin break across his face. “But if you would have told me we were playing the housewife and the pizza delivery boy, I’d have been here sooner.”

“Ha ha. Wouldn’t you just like to top my pizza?”

Setting the box on a nearby chair, Chris pulled Tim into his arms. “I’ll top your pizza any day, baby.”

They kissed. Chris’s tongue sliding between Tim’s lips. But just as he was settling in for a good, long taste of his boyfriend, Tim broke the kiss, leaned back in Chris’s arms and grinned.

“So do you like my apron? It’s totally me, don’t you think?”

“It’s great. Of course it would be better if you were naked underneath.”

“Ouch. That could be dangerous. I might burn my dangly bits.”

“Only if you actually cook something.”

Tim nipped at Chris’s chin. “What do you think I’m doing, Chrisy? Hey, grab that pizza, will you, and bring it in the kitchen? I have something in the oven.”

“Seriously? You’re actually cooking? I didn’t know you knew how.” Picking up the pizza, Chris followed Tim into the kitchen.

“I got the recipe from my mom. How hard can it be to follow a recipe?”

Chris set the box on the table then went and got paper plates from the cabinet. Opening the box, he shoveled two pieces of pizza on each plate then pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.

“What are you making?” Chris took a giant bite of pizza and chewed.

“Sweet potato whip. It’s a family tradition on turkey day.” Tim went to the refrigerator, opened it and leaned in. “Can’t have Thanksgiving without it. It just wouldn’t be right.

Mmm, nice view.

Chris let his gaze roam over his boyfriend’s slender body. All those long, lean muscles and that very sweet, very round little ass. Chris loved the way the denim stretched taut over Tim’s butt cheeks. And that bow from where he’d tied the apron … Chris had no clue why but looking at how the ends trailed over Tim’s ass was getting him hard as a fencepost.

But we’re going to Janice’s for Thanksgiving.”

“Yeah, well, I figured we could eat it tonight. Then have the leftovers after we get back.” Tim shut the refrigerator and brought two beers to the table.

“Whatever you say, babe.” Chris was crazy about Tim, but he’d long ago stopped trying to figure out these weird jags Tim went on from time to time.

“My mom always uses real sweet potatoes,” Tim went on, taking a bite of his pizza. “But she told me canned would work just as good, so I’m rolling with that.”

“What else is in it?” Chris finished off his first piece and started on his second.

“Sweet potatoes, pineapple, butter, egg, sugar and nuts.” Tim raised his beer to his lips and took a long swallow.

Chris watched the muscles in Tim’s throat work. Slipping out of his chair, he rounded the table, bent down and pressed his lips to the hollow at the base of Tim’s throat. He tasted the salt of his lover’s skin and inhaled the scent of laundry detergent from Tim’s sweatshirt.

“Ah, Chrisy.” Tim tilted his head back giving Chris better access.

“Hmm?” Chris sucked up a mark. He loved marking Tim’s skin, loved Tim’s reaction when he did, loved seeing the tiny bite marks and bruises when Tim was naked.

Chris slipped a hand down to Tim’s crotch and found his lover already hard. He gave Tim’s cock a squeeze through the worn denim and licked a long line up the side of his neck ending with a nip to his earlobe.

“I want to fuck you, Timmy. Let’s go to bed.”

Tim’s hips shifted, pushing into Chris’s hand. “Okay. Just don’t let me forget the sweet potatoes.”

In the bedroom they shucked their clothes then Chris tumbled Tim onto the unmade bed. Tim’s leg came up and encircled Chris’s waist. Their cocks slid together.

“Ah fuck, Timmy, you are so fucking sexy. Can’t wait to get inside you.”

Tim thrust against his lover, bringing his other leg up to wrap around Chris’s waist. “Oh yeah, do it now.”

“You’re such a slut.” Chris laughed and pecked a hard kiss on Tim’s lips.

“Yeah, but you love me for it.”

“I do.”

Rolling them over, Tim grabbed the lube from the nightstand and popped the top. “Get me ready.”

Chris took the bottle, poured a generous amount into his hand and lavishly coated three fingers. Reaching down he stroked a fingertip along Tim’s crease then circled his entrance brushing lightly over the puckered opening before dipping inside.

Tim whimpered and rocked his hips. “C’mon man, you’re teasing.”

“It’s called foreplay, babe. Ever heard of it?” Chris slid one finger into Tim’s ass and twisted to find then stroke his gland.

“Uhng.” Tim rocked into the touch. “Yeah. Maybe. Ah, please, Chris?”

Adding a second then third finger, Chris stretched Tim’s opening all the while feasting at Tim’s mouth like a starving man. His tongue thrust aggressively between Tim’s lips as his fingers worked Tim’s ass.

Tim tore his mouth from Chris’s. “Fuck Chrisy, you’re going to make me come, man.”

“Can’t have that now, can we?” Chris laughed and sat back on his heels. Grabbing the lube, he coated his cock, lined up and pushed. Tim was ready and eager and after only a moment of resistance Chris’s cock slipped in.

They both went still, breathing hard. Chris waited, heart pumping, resisting the urge to shove in deep. Tim’s channel gripped him like a velvety vise.
Slowly, slowly Chris pressed forward, drawn in by all that silky heat and pressure. Desire winding tighter and tighter in his belly. At last when his balls rested against Tim’s ass he found Tim’s lips and kissed him long and deep.

“Okay, baby?”

Tim nodded. “yeah. Good. Move. Fuck me.”

Chris pulled out until just the head rested inside Tim’s ass then shoved back in. Tim whimpered and squirmed. Chris did it again and again, enjoying the little gasps and moans that bled from his lover’s lips with every thrust.

“Ooo, oh, just like that. Yeah.” Tim rocked, meeting Chris thrust for thrust.
Chris worked his cock in and out, in and out, angling to hit Tim’s prostate. His own orgasm coming closer and closer with each movement of his hips.

“Ah Chrisy, gonna come. Do it. Finish me.”

Chris sped up. His thrusts becoming shorter and sharper as the tightness in his belly and the tingle in his balls merge into a single and irresistible wave of sensation.

Tim cried out wordlessly as heat splashed between them and the scent of sex filled Chris’s nostrils.

It was all he needed. Chris shoved in deep and held himself at the peak of his thrust as his dick throbbed and he pumped Tim’s ass full of cum.

Collapsing together, they clutched each other and panted for breath, their heartbeats loud and almost indistinguishable one from the other.

Chris shifted and Tim’s arms tightened around him. “Not yet,” Tim sighed. “Just one more minute.”

“Anything you want, babe.” Chris brushed his lips over Tim’s sweaty forehead. He rested his cheek against his lover’s.

Chris sniffed then lifted his head and sniffed again. “Timmy, what’s burning?”

Sweet Potato Whip

1 – 1 lb 13 oz can sweet potatoes
1 – stick butter, melted
3 – tbs of brown sugar
1 – tsp vanilla
1/2 – cup white sugar
1 – 8 oz. can crushed pineapple, drained
1 – egg
1 – cup of chopped nuts

Mix all ingredients and pour into buttered casserole dish

Topping:
1/4 – cup flour
4 – tbs brown sugar
1/3 – stick butter
A few chopped nuts

Mix ingredients and spread on top of sweet potato mix in dish

Bake at 350 for 40-50 minutes

Written by Kimberly Gardner

As early as the seventh grade, Kimberly remembers slashing her favorite rockstars and reading romance. So it’s not surprising that her two passions, romance and putting pretty boys with other pretty boys, should come together in her writing. Moliere said, “Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, then for a few close friends, then for money.” Kimberly is delighted to finally be doing it for money.
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