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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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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?"

"The right time and place." Phil catches Scott's mouth for a kiss, slow and deep. "A little risk is fun."

Maybe not a crowded farmer's market but if there was the right opportunity Phil would say yes. A little risk and a little test of his self-control would be fun for him. And he knows Scott likes to tease and test the limits. It could be really good for both of them.

"There are times I can't stop thinking about your mouth." Phil shifts his weight to one arm so he can drag his thumb over Scott's lower lip. "I wouldn't be against sneaking off somewhere to enjoy it. And then returning the favor."

Phil likes to be in control but he's never selfish. He would make sure Scott got just as much in return.

"I'd make sure it wasn't too risky." He knows the stakes, probably not for Phil both for himself and for both of them. But there's something about going 'to hell with all that' anyway and just getting a bit of his desires clipped into place regardless.

But maybe sneaking touches at a Hockey game, or sneaking off like Phil suggested at the tail end of a fun night out on the town, or perhaps even hands dipped inside jeans at a museum exhibit with no one around. He wasn't truthfully all that picky, if he was honest, as long as some part of Scott connected with some part of Phil. But it was more than that too, because as much as it was physical it was also pretty mental.

But right now, it was mostly physical.

"You know, you could always come over to this side of the couch and you could appreciate my mouth a little more." He smiles coyly as he playfully nips at the others thumb. He doesn't have to be selfish, Scott honestly doesn't mind if it isn't returned. In fact, he sort of likes when it's not. That little hint of denial.

Phil presses his thumb into Scott's mouth and presses his tongue down. His smile is mild as he raises an eyebrow at him. "Are you trying to tell me what to do?"

No, Scott is not trying to tell him what to do. Phil knows the answer but this is the game he likes to play. The control is something he deeply enjoys. There are occasions where he'll give it up but it's rare. He knows Scott's only suggesting that and probably suggesting it because he wants Phil to fuck his mouth.

They might get there but there's the game to play first. Just a gentle reminder of who calls the shots around here.

Phil's made it hard for Scott to answer, of course, but he knows Scott's clever. He'll think of a way to answer.

There's a soft power to it. A pull on his stomach stirring something there that's almost always there, but how quickly soft embers ignite when provoked.

He doubts he'll pull a fast one on the other male. He's never really shy about his desires, that's for certain. He does want the other to fuck his mouth and just in case he wasn't aware that was the end goal, Scott makes sure to let it be known by taking that finger that's firmly against his tongue making it a little hard to speak.

"What if I was?" He keeps his words simple, makes it easy, and then when he's done speaking he bites firmly at the thumb in his mouth following the act by suckling on the recently bitten digit, drawing blood there. Making sure he feels it.

He feels it. Phil's dick jumps with desire. Scott is too aware of how good his mouth is. It's unfair how easily he can seduce him by running his tongue over his lips in even a slightly suggestive manner.

"Ask nicely." He demands, a little edge of authority creeping into his voice. He drags his thumb out of Scott's mouth leaving a slight trail of saliva behind on his chin.

Before Scott can ask Phil ducks in and kisses him while he holds his chin steady so he can't pull away. They'll get to the asking part but first Phil wants a little revenge for how much Scott makes him want.

He's just about to say something, but then there's that kiss. That firm claiming kiss that just about takes Scotts breath away. Hand shifts from under the others boxer shorts to his hips using their new position on said hips to pull himself closer to the other.

His heart is just about beating out of his chest and its hard not to moan softly against the others lips as that deep kiss continues until both of them are left somewhat breathless.

When they break for air he speaks softly. "Please, Phil. I want you so bad." His words are a bit needier than he meant for them to be. That playful strength somewhat diminished as his desire for the other to have him anyway he will takes over.

It's fun to play but really there is something very nice to letting the other take total control that firm grip and tone of voice melting him absolutely melt.

Yes, he could make Scott beg for his cock. He's done it before. Phil knows how nice it is when Scott begs. He looks so good doing it too. But that's not fitting with the fun afternoon they're having. A little control is a nice treat but Phil is feeling more indulgent.

"Mmm, good boy." Phil pecks a kiss on his lips before he lifts himself off Scott and settles on the other end of the couch. He pushes his boxers down out of the way. Then he crooks a finger at Scott. "You've been real well behaved. You can help yourself."

His cock is right there resting against his stomach. It's hard and flushed, shiny at the tip. It's all ready for Scott to put his mouth to work on. The angle will make it somewhat difficult to fuck Scott's mouth but he can manage.

And Scott is thankful for it. He watches, eyes entranced, as Phil shifts around on top of him and after a slight daze of getting caught up seeing how very ready the other was for Scotts desires he shifts his body lower on the couch as arms wrap around the outside of Phils legs and he shifts his head down between those legs.

A tongue drags across the length of his cock to start, tracing each vein and fold of skin slowly before taking the others cock into his mouth. The angle certainly makes it interesting. Scotts forced to use a considerable amount of his strength to squeeze Phils thighs tightly with his arms as he deep throats Phils cock with a low hum.

Scott loves oral. It's one of his favourite things to do, something about driving someone crazy with only your mouth was mind numbing in itself and as his head bobs up and down the length of Phils cock hungrily he's careful to listen to every sound Phil makes and every twitch of muscle he can feel in his legs to know if he's on the right track.

That's the mouth he dreams about when he's alone in his office late at night or on the Bus. Phil groans shortly after Scott's lips close around him. The rhythm is perfect too. Scott knows just how much suction he needs to use and how deep he can take him without choking.

"That's it. Perfect as always." Phil slides his fingers into Scott's hair to take a firm grip. He doesn't take control or force Scott into a new rhythm. He needs the anchor point against the incredible skill Scott has.

All he has to do is sit back and enjoy the view. And he is. He's watching his cock stretch Scott's lips and the clear arousal in Scott's eyes. It's a great view for a great afternoon.

"You're almost too good."

The fingers tightening in his hair gets a soft rumble of appreciation from Scott coupled with a deeper movement when his mouth slides down Phils cock, tongue curling as he does so to create more friction against the sensitive skin there and when the other affirms his pleasure and absolute desire for Scott he can only hum in agreement.

He can taste the other as he slowly leaks out pre and with the next moment up to the tip he focuses his attention there with a hard suck making sure to greedily lap away the small offering of whats to come, literally. "Fuck you taste so good." His voice is low as he makes a show of licking his lips, making sure to meet the others gaze as he does so.

Phil's hips lift off the couch as Scott sucks. If he was a lesser man he might pass out from something like that. His eyes flutter, threatening to close but Phil keeps them open to see every second of this.

"You'll get more if you keep going." Phil doesn't quite push Scott's mouth back onto his cock but he thinks about it. They're having a little bit more fun and less serious play than usual. He can be very patient.

He pets Scott's hair which he's making an absolutely mess of. It's a good look for him. Definitely makes Phil think of sex whenever he looks like this. Or mornings waking up in bed together. Both good things to think about.

Scott is not as dedicate to keeping his eyes open, not because he doesn't want to see but mostly because he is fully enjoying himself.

Scott wouldn't mind if there had been a roughness to it but this pace and this tone worked perfectly for this moment. There's a time and a place for roughness, but it wasn't this afternoon. It was a day for hand holding and blowjobs.

His arms grip tighter as he deep throats Phil's cock once more. This time the pace is a little quicker, and the teasing of tongue against skin a little firmer.

If Scott wants things rougher he knows how to get it. He just has to ask nicely and depending on Phil's mood he'll get it. Or he'll get it after a little bit of making him work for it.

Phil lets his head drop back for a second simply savoring the sensation of Scott's throat working around his cock for a few seconds. He presses his hand against the back of Scott's head to keep him there for a few extra seconds and then he lets him go back to his own pace.

"God, Scott, a little more." Phil's not holding himself back. He's going to let himself come and then best figure out how to get Scott off after his brain comes back.

They'll have time for that, after they check their late lunch. Right now Scotts only goal is getting Phil off. When that grip firms at the back of his head he lets out a satisfactory moan shifting his hands somewhat so that rather than wrapped so much around the other mans thighs he can focus on his ass pushing softly so that he's able to take Phil a little deeper into his mouth.

He wants to devour all the other has to offer, he doesn't him to hold back. He listens to the changes in the others breathing, that's where he'll notice it first. He's gotten good at reading when the other man is about to succumb to the release of orgasm. His breath starts to hitch just right and as he notices that shift in breathing he'll suck harder and dig his fingernails into Phils ass in firm handfuls, encouraging his body to give into his mouth.

"God, Scott, yes." Phil bites his lower lip as he lets the orgasm take him. He grips the back of Scott's neck but doesn't force him down as he spills in his mouth. He lets Scott decide if he wants to spit, swallow, or let him come across his face and make a mess.

He needs some sort of anchor point as all logical thought and sense get washed away in the white noise of pleasure and heat.

Phil turns loose limbed and relaxed after his orgasm finishes. He practically melts against the couch and lets his head fall back. Finally he closes his eyes and savors that warm afterglow.

"When you're done feeling smug," he mutters with a small smile. "Come up here and kiss me."

As per usual, Scott picks swallow. Hungrily doing so as Phils body convulses involuntarily in orgasm, his cock twinging in Scotts mouth as a few good sized loads fill his mouth. Scott feeling that tension leave him as pure pleasure waves over him. Scott milks the cock in his mouth for all its worth making sure he's gotten everything on offer from the older man before giving a playful little smack of ass and shifting from under the other.

"I don't know if I'll ever stop feeling smug when it comes to you." He quips standing beside the other and moving so that he was facing Phil. He reaches out to take the others face in his hands and leans in for a deep kiss. Depending on how deep Phil will likely taste himself. He lets this kiss linger, more than friendly, only parting when he feels as though he has to come up for air.

"We've gotta go check our stuff." He sighs out, following that statement by a softer, lighter, kiss.

Phil is not shy about kissing Scott. Sure, he tastes himself but he's not bothered by that. He wants to show much he appreciates Scott's talents and his willingness to use them on Phil whenever.

"We should." Phil nuzzles against Scott's jaw. "I'd rather return the favor and get you off but if you want to wait until after we handle the kitchen we can do that too."

He does not reach down and grope Scott like he wants to. Phil is a master of self-control. If Scott isn't demanding attention, he can wait. It'll give him time to recover and possibly do more than just a return handjob or blowjob.

"Kitchen first." He states firmly, giving the others ass another playful squeeze before pushing away from him pecking his cheek just before leaving to pad into the kitchen to check on their soup.

Scott isn't expecting anything in return, he sort of enjoys the denial in a lot of ways. Not that he doesn't want the other to reciprocate, far from it, but he doesn't expect it right this moment. And he would more than willingly wait for it if it meant getting Phil all worked up again. As he moves to the stove top and checks and stirs the mixture taking care to see exactly where the chorizo meatballs are at in cooking it actually smells heavenly and he turns on the stove for Phil figuring his bread is about ready to go in as well.

As he bebops around the kitchen adding a handful or two more of some of the spices nestled beside his stove he licks at his lips, the smells of the spices coming of his cooking mixing with the taste of Phil still on the back of his throat making for an interesting flavour experience and there's something just the littlest bit exciting about doing more normal things with that little knowing edge of what had just happened moments before. He was getting to used to these moments, and he wasn't about to stop them any time soon.

Far from it.

"Mmm this is looking really good. I sort of can't wait." He'll state when the other is able to regain himself enough to be able to strut into the kitchen to join him.

Dream of Californication

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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