tasernanny | Dream of Californication

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Dream of Californication

It’s a gorgeous California spring day. The sun is shining, the air warm and softly scented with flowers. And fresh produce. The farmer’s market sprawls across the lush manicured lawn of a city park. There’s a gazebo in the center with a live bluegrass band. Honestly, it’s a perfect morning straight out of a movie.

Phil has a travel mug of coffee in one hand and Scott’s in the other, fingers laced together because Phil is a sap. He likes holding hands. And after putting Scott through his sexual paces last night it’s nice to be sweet and gentle with him.

“You know,” he says, studying the market through the lenses of his sunglasses. “I should bring something back for the team.”

They were very curious when he said he was taking leave for the weekend but he also refused to say where he was going and what he was doing. He imagined it was driving them all crazy back at base.

They’d better not use the satellites to spy on him. Phil’s told them not to abuse the tech. He’ll worry about that on Monday. When he goes back.

He smiles at Scott. There are a lot of stalls to see. Somewhere someone’s selling bread. He can smell that in the air but they only just got here and Phil doesn’t want to rush.

“You’ve got to have a vendor you always visit.” Phil’s guessing but he has a good read on Scott. The man would absolutely pick favorite vendor who’s fruits and vegetables were better than anyone else’s.

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"I'll take a break when you fly out for the week." He's thankful to be able to kiss the other without and hold backs. A whole morning of stolen kisses and soft moments leading up to one of the best situations he's ever been in.

That warm tone brings a smile to his face and he leans back into the kiss. This time around nosing at the other before taking his lips back into his own. This time around the kiss lasts twice as long fingers working to undo buttons as he distracts the other with hungry laps and playful nibbles. Breaking only when they both close use a breath of fresh air.

"Course if you want a break we could just lay in bed the rest of the afternoon and make out?" He teases his hand slipping underneath the now undone shirt.

Scott has very clever hands and a distracting mouth because Phil doesn't notice his shirt being undone until he slips a hand inside. It makes him chuckle. That was pretty smooth, he'll admit.

"Let me check to see how the dough is rising and then I will absolutely do that with you." He runs his fingers through Scott's hair and then down the back of his neck. Phil kisses him firmly before he gets to his feet to check on how the dough is rising.

Aren't they lucky he thought ahead and made a simple dough that won't take long to bake and doesn't need too much babysitting? He does take a second to punch it down a little then covers it again.

He offers Scott a hand. "Come on. You promised me making out."

Scott just about chases him out of the chair not completely satisfied with the firm parting kiss if only because Scott wanted it to last forever. But he eventually does let the other go to tend the bread in the corner of the kitchen and Scott takes a moment to tidy up their space popping some of the things in the dishwasher so they'll have less to take care of later and he sets two timers to keep them on track. One they can skip and one they have to do. It's Scotts way of trying to pretend as though he's some sort of responsible soul.

"Well I always keep my promises." He offers taking the others hand and giving it a firm squeeze before pulling the other in towards him placing that hand on his own hip. "But first I am going to kiss every square inch of that body so next time you tease me at the market when we go I can bring it up." He just about purrs out leaning in to nibble playfully at the other mans neck kissing up the length of it until he finds Phils lips and starts to walk him back towards the living room finally finding the couch and just about pushing the other man onto it before climbing on top of him with playful little chuckle.

He knows by now he wont get away with being so pushy for long but for now he's going to use his straddling position to his advantage fumbling with the rest of his light dress shirt until he has the others chest fully exposed to him. He kisses down his neck, lingering around one of his collarbones for longer than a friendly second, before he finds his way down towards the scaring that lingers from his brush with death. He's incredibly gentle there, for a number of reasons, taking his time to truly do what he said he's going to lifting his lips off the others skin for mere seconds as he travels across to one of his nipples the gentleness fading as he distances himself from those scars and finally finds the other mans nipple and takes it into his mouth with a hard suck and a following a firm playful bite, moaning against his skin as hands slip under his shirt and to the large of his back to keep him right where he wants him when he starts teasing, repeating his playful mouthing.

"Oh? Was I teasing you at the market?" Phil schools his expression into flawlessly innocent and politely interested in what Scott's saying. Like he didn't know exactly what he did at the market and didn't do it on purpose. It's one of his favorite ruses, pulled off again and again until perfect.

The expression doesn't last long once Scott starts kissing him. Phil slides his hands around Scott's waist and follows him towards the living room without any hesitation. It's cute that Scott thinks he's in charge just because he's in Phil's lap. Very cute. But he wants to see what Scott does when he's given free rein to do what he wants. Phil will change things if he needs to.

Phil draws in a breath as Scott mouths at his chest. The scar itself has no feeling but the skin around it is very sensitive. He drops his head back against the couch as he slides a hand into Scott's hair. His grip right now is loose, petting his fingers through Scott's hair but he could tighten it at any moment to take control.

He spreads his legs a little and slides down on the couch offering his chest and scars up to Scott's mouth. Until he tightens his fingers in Scott's hair and pulls him up so that he can kiss him. Phil is terrible at being a passive participant in things. He slides his tongue into his mouth and his hands under his shirt.

"Overdressed," he murmurs against his lips.

He's going to argue that but he's distracted by the fingers dancing through his unkempt hair, it's a weak spot for him and as they dance around there playfully it encourages him to explore the other side of Phil's chest mapping a similar route across his chest focusing the same attention to the other side in a similar fashion.

He enjoys as the other melts somewhat into that playful mouthing. But soon the others grip in his hair tightens and he lets out a soft moan as he lets himself be hauled towards the others lips. He catches them in a deep kiss that's all tongue, lips, and just a hint of teeth. When the other just about sighs out the word 'overdressed' Scott smiles against Phil's lips.

"And just what do you want me to do about that?" He mouths out against the others lips rolling hips and leaning into those hands as they snake under his shirt.

"You can help me take it off you," Phil suggests with a soft bite to Scott's lower lip.

In reality Phil could probably use a little more force to get it off. Sure, it isn't something he can just rip off in a very dramatic and passionate fashion. But he could still manage something if he was desperate. At some point in the future when Scott's in the right shirt it could absolutely happen. It's not quite right for a nice peaceful afternoon like this where the mood is more playful and fun.

"I think you want to take it off too." He spreads his hand across Scott's stomach, fingers just brushing against his chest. "Unless you're worried about being caught shirtless making out with your boyfriend in the living room. What might the neighbors think?"

His smile is playful and warm. If anyone's looking in on them the neighbors are going to see a normal, happy couple having a very pleasant time. He's almost certain none of Scott's neighbors pay attention to him anyway.

Oh Scott has plenty of one hole wonder shirts that are just begging to be ripped off him. He is such a dude about the things he wears around the house sometimes. Though he is a jeans and a t-shirt kinda guy through and through but some of them he's had since college and some of them are getting paper thin.

But this shirt is not one of them, a simple light gray shirt to match his dark blue jeans. Something nice enough to be coupled with Phil's own 'sunday best' but casual enough that it just screams 'Scott Lang'.

"I think they'll think that there's a very lucky man, with a very lucky man, about to get very lucky." The good news about San Francisco is that people don't really bat an eyelash at two dudes. It's pretty commonplace out this way and Scotts neighbors don't pry at all. Mostly because he's so weird they don't really want to be a part of it. After all, who really wants to admit they live next to a man who talks to ants, as a profession.

He shivers as that hand dips under his shirt and shifts around, purposefully rocking his hips against the other as he hooks fingers under the loose fabric of his shirt before yarding it up and over his head tossing it aside carelessly. "What do you think they're gonna do when they hear the noises you're about to make me make...?" He teases leaning in for another claiming kiss.

"Good boy." Phil takes a moment to admire Scott who is in much better shape than he is but also just a guy. Not built like Thor or Captain Rogers but built well. The best part was he could touch all he wanted.

Before he can make some sort of clever response about how exactly he could stop Scott from making noises they were kissing again. Something Phil would never say no to. He kissed him back deeply, turning things slow and possessive. It's thorough and intense making sure every second of the kiss is felt.

He slips one hand into the back pocket of Scott's jeans and squeezes his ass. His other hand ignores Scott's chest because he's a terrible tease and goes back to petting through Scott's hair.

"If I want you quiet I'll have you get on your knees and suck my dick," he murmurs against Scott's mouth. Kissing is a great way to keep Scott quiet but other methods were also a lot of fun.

One of the only good things about prison was the habits it formed, especially in the working out department. He worked hard to set a gold standard for 'dad bods' everywhere.

And he really liked when Phil explored it. Leaning into the touch until the other takes it away transferring that touch to other parts of his body. There's complaints in his soft moans but they're quickly replaced, he doesn't know how long those new touches and squeezes will last but for now his body will simply drink them in while it can.

"What if I sort of like being in your lap?" They don't part lips as they speak, neither one of them unable to really keep hands and lips off one another. Scott was really trying to behave himself but it was so damn hard to keep his hands off Phil.

"Only sort of?" Phil hopes the eyebrow raise comes across in his tone. From the feel of where they're grinding together Scott's enjoying his position a lot. He gives a slow roll of his hips upwards. "I've got no problem with you being here."

There are plenty of reasons to urge Scott to his knees between his legs but Phil doesn't want to. Not yet, at least. Scott's very good with his mouth and Phil's pretty sure he'll never refuse a blowjob if offered but he's enjoying himself right where he is making out with his boyfriend.

He licks his way back into Scott's mouth until the need for oxygen makes him draw back and stop. He rubs his nose against his cheek, breathing hard.

The roll of hips makes Scott moan. They're both clearly enjoying it and Scott returns the favor by just about dropping himself fully onto the others lap and giving a roll of his own. Encouraging the dry humping between the two.

It will do for now but, Scott will want more later. He's greedy and the best part about Phil is thus far he's been exceedingly good at telling him just what he wants. Or showing him, in most cases.

But there's something to be said about a nice, simple, Sunday morning make out session first. The duality of their relationship is part of why Scott likes this so much. Freak in the sheets, gentlemen in the streets.

Though he's still thinking about that playful bite at the back of his neck as they trade tongues for far longer than perhaps they ought to have. When Phil draws back Scott is left pretty breathless too, needing to smooth his hand across the others chest to ground himself. "Okay... I really like it." He admits with a coy smile.

"Then I see no reason to stop," Phil murmurs against his jaw. He drags his teeth a little, hinting at a playful bite. "Until you want something else more."

The couch gives them a little room to work with. They can have fun touching and teasing each other. The anticipation of more can build without there being an easy way to give into it. Though... he has no way of knowing exactly what's going on in Scott's mind.

Phil knows from their conversations on the subject Scott's usually the one calling the shots. He could have already planned something out. Not that planning is Scott's usual style. Phil's almost tempted to let him have that control just to see what he'd do with it. That's how much he trusts Scott which is a big deal.

At some point, he should say that to Scott.

"Good, cause I had no plans on stopping." He just about moans out as the other starts mouthing at his jaw and neck. Scotts weakest of spots. He's not a planner. Not at all. A sort of go with the flow and see what happens. He only had one goal in mind;

Kiss Phil.

And they were still sort of on that track. His hands slide deeper into the other mans shirt and then fingers claw at the skin he finds there arching his neck to give the other more access to it. He might be dictating the flow of the act but Phil makes him melt. He's so used to being in charge it feels sort of nice to just, let himself go. And having sufficiently let himself be comfortable with that fact he shifts to lean into another kiss. Letting the other man dictate the pace of this one.

Phil sits up just enough to shrug his shirt off since it feels a little restrictive with Scott's hands exploring across his skin. He shoves it towards to the corner of the couch just to get it out of the way. Then he puts his hands right back on Scott's ass because he is a simple man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life.

Like his boyfriend's ass.

He sighs against Scott's mouth as he settles into the kiss letting this one turn into something lazy and warm, more affectionate than lustful. Not that he's less hard or anything but he likes the tease of changing paces. The memory of hard and hot lingers just under the surface for when Phil wants it again. Or if Scott asks for it.

Being and ass man himself Scott is more than understanding of a frisky game of grab ass and when the others shirt comes off and Scott is left with more room to explore he takes full advantage of it.

There's no rush to this heavy petting session. A lazy Sunday make out session like horny little teenagers afraid they might get caught so don't quite want to get into the grit of it all.

The last time he had this sort of lazy heavy petting session is when he first got together with Maggie and that was ages ago.

And this hit so differently.

The kisses are longer and lingering. Exploratory yet light. The other man is a thing to be savored and Scott fully intends on doing that.

They could get caught. Though in this case getting caught is one of their phones ringing with an emergency. Phil isn't thinking about that and he certainly wouldn't say it out loud because that would be inviting Fate. Speak of the devil and so on.

It's the kind of lazy making out that almost makes Phil want to stretch out with a Scott shaped blanket on top of him and take an afternoon nap. Warm. Content. Happy. There's an undercurrent of happiness buzzing just under the surface of how turned on he is. That buzz happens a lot around Scott. It might just be his superpower.

His hands go from Scott's ass to his thighs rubbing slowly over them once, twice, before he slides his hands up his sides. Phil hesitates for a second...

And then gives into the temptation of tickling Scott on the ribs.

If either of their phones rang in this moment Scott would highly encourage ignoring it. He knows neither one of them could, because that is not how any of this works, but he'd at least throw the thought out there.

But they don't have to think about that right at this second.

They're in this moment happily trading fingertips on cloth then skin then cloth again and their tongues wrestle for dominance, then ease into exploration, only to become heated once more. Though its broken up slightly as those fingertips stop grazing lightly and start actually hitting him with chaotic abandon in some of his more sensitive spots. He had not been expecting the tickling, but it was not unwarranted. Scott wraps his arms around the others neck and laughs wildly. The sound almost a whole choir of joy.

"Cut it out!" He barks, not doing much to actually stop it.

"Huh," Phil says casually. "I didn't expect this to be an effect measure against superheroes."

He can think of three or four superheroes off the top of his head who would absolutely break his wrists if he tried something like this on them. But he likes Scott's laugh. Likes how real the laughter is even after everything Scott's been through. It's a hopeful sound and Phil can't help but smile when he hears it.

Phil stops only to wrap his arms around Scott and with a slight lift and turn pin him down to the couch lengthwise instead. That prediction of Scott's that being on top would only last so long has come true.

"It's remarkable," he says, one hand braced on the arm rest and the other trailing over Scott's neck and chest. "You're not even trying to seduce me and yet, you are. More effectively than any other method, I think."

That checks out, but Scott is not really the violent type. As a general rule he's a lover, not a fighter, and while he does take down bad guys and the like he doesn't really enjoy it as some others might.

And he's certainly not about to break Phil's fingers. But he is going to squirm under the touch until he's shifted around, half thrown, onto the cushions on the couch underneath the two of them. Phil is strong and Scott appreciates that but he also makes it easier for the other by assisting him as he can. The tickling shifts to firmer touches and Scott arches to meet them his own hands finding their way to Phils hips hooking in belt loops to keep him close. "It's very effective against certain members of the superheroing community. Us outliners." He teases softly rolling his hips to meet the others. Using his new position to his advantage. "And how do you know I'm not trying? How do you know I haven't been trying all morning." He hadn't, well not really. But maybe that's his secret.

Maybe he's always trying to get Phil interested in him every second of every moment like the greedy little thing he is.

Phil laughs before he kisses Scott. "Honestly? Because your hands aren't in my pants right now."

Scott's never been subtle about his seduction techniques. Phil's not complaining. It's a nice feeling to be wanted. It's even nicer having someone so open about it. It encourages Phil to be the same, less subtle and more blatant.

The position is definitely better for Phil to settle into the cradle of Scott's thighs and grind down against him. Definitely like a horny teenager in high school looking for any sort of pleasure he can get.

At least Phil has the self-control to keep his hickeys were they won't be extremely obvious. Although the one he leaves around Scott's collar bone might show with the wrong - right - neckline.

He leans heavily into those playful bites and sucks, he doesn't mind a mark or two. He knows Phil is smart enough not to make them too obvious. But there's a subtle sort of joy that comes from seeing that little tease of bruise against the collar of his shirt.

"Is that where you want my hands, boss man?" He almost growls out shifting one of his hands to pull the other just about on top of him. Looking for any sort of contact that would give him a bit of relief, just about squirming under the other as he settles in-between his legs. "Cause I'll put my hands anywhere you want them." A playful nip before hands work together to undo buttons and zips and start pulling the final bit of clothing that keeps them apart off the older man.

It's hard to believe just hours before they'd been so sweet and innocent together, because right about now Scott's brain is about to fall out as its replaced with a heavy desire to have the other take him right then and there. Feeling more turned on by their pleasant little morning out then he had really expected to be.

"Get to work." A little hint of authority sneaks into Phil's tone as he bites at Scott's shoulder. He's had plenty of years to accept his preferences in bed. There's a warm little jolt down his spine when Scott so freely, so easily calls him boss and offers himself up to Phil's orders.

He doesn't help, of course. If Scott wants him naked he's going to make Scott do the work. Phil keeps himself busy by stealing kisses and mouthing along the skin he can easily reach. While not deliberately trying to distract Scott from his task Phil does like it when he can make those clever fingers fumble over an action.

The reasonable voice in the back of his head says they should really move this to the bedroom. Phil ignores it to rock against Scott's hands as he pushes his pants down out of the way. To get out of them Phil would have to actually stand and move away which is not happening right now. He likes where he is.

It's hardly work in moments like this. Aside from having to regain his direction every time Phil bites a little to hard or sucks a little too long on delicate skin. It drives him crazy, in the best of ways.

And he doesn't mind the lack of help. There's a playful little edge they wouldn't have otherwise. Like those properly mindless teenagers they're being, making out on the couch. Hands fumbling around with no real goals in mind quite yet. He shifts the others pants down just enough so that he can dip into boxers without much resistance finding the other man already hard, giving him a playful tug or two just to make sure.

"How long you been hanging onto this huh?" He teases, knowing that every single brush at the market made Scott think about jumping to attention with the other. Hair trigger, as it were.

Phil groans and rests his forehead on Scott's shoulder as he briefly rocks against his hand. Then he gets control of himself again. It feels like he's been waiting to get hard since the farmer's market where they walked such a fine line between a normal flirty couple and sexual deviants.

"Been waiting since you climbed into my lap," he murmurs. Then clears his throat so his voice won't sound so needy. "Which was very sexy of you and I encourage you to do that again."

They should make out like teenagers more often. It will probably lead here each and every time but that's fine. They should enjoy this honeymoon, crazy for each other phase as long as they can. Phil is enjoying letting go like this in this small way.

Scott feels hot and heavy underneath Phil, watching him do his damnest to control himself. He does a great job at controlling himself, better than Scott could ever hope to be. "Well I can't lie, I could probably sit on your lap all day long."

He chuckles against the top of the others head, tightening his grip on the others cock. Honeymoon or not he knew one thing, he was very into Phil. "And that's good to know you like that. What else do you like?" Oh he knows what Phil likes, or what he's learned that he liked. He has a lot more to learn.

And he's ready to find it out bit by bit.

"Do you like it when I tease you out in public?" He shifts around underneath the other rolling his hips and teasing. "Would you like it if maybe next time I give this bad boy more attention?"

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I am sorry for some slow ass time, we have family visiting from the south this week so slow af!

No worries! I hope you're having fun.

It will be better when they actually get here I think right now I'm just like STRESSSSSSS

The internet was invented to avoid stress.

yes and these boys are like a little stress ball, taking away all the tension with squishiness

/squishes their faces together. Yes, perfect.

Heaven~

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