Dream of Californication

[tasernanny]

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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[pissant]

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.

[tasernanny]

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.

[pissant]

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.

[tasernanny]

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.

[pissant]

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.

[tasernanny]

"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."

[pissant]

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.

[tasernanny]

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.

[pissant]

"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.

[tasernanny]

It doesn't take long for Phil to straighten up his clothes, tucking himself back in and putting his undershirt on. Scott's not bothered by the scar but Phil doesn't quite like looking at it. It's a good reminder and a bad one. One of these days he'll figure out how he feels about it.

Phil stops in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Scott work in his kitchen. He looks loose, relaxed, and happy like he had an orgasm instead of only giving one. Honestly, he's happy and handsome and sweet... and Phil adores him a lot. He is very invested in what he expected to be a casual fling that would satisfy Scott's curiosity about him and then wrap up neatly.

Apparently not.

"It smells really good." Phil washes his hands before he goes to deal with the dough which has risen to a nice size and ready for the pan and the oven. He slides it in and then searches for his phone to set a timer.

"That shouldn't take long to bake. It'll be a nice basic bread when it's done." Phil reaches out and rubs his hand across Scott's shoulders.

[pissant]

However Phil is comfortable Scott will have him. He himself isn't shy about much, but of course the little scars that litter his body are very different than Phil's large one painted across his chest. But he's more than contented to wander around still shirtless, letting Phil enjoy the show.

Nothing is ever neat when it comes to this sort of thing it seems, especially when Scott's involved. Scott doesn't really do uncomplicated, not that he means to it just isn't his damn luck.

And now Phil is wrapped up in it.

"I am going to load up on carbs. I can't wait." He sighs contentedly. He doesn't do a lot of breads as a general rule, not for any particular reason, so he'll probably load up on bread admittedly. Especially since it's home made. He leans into the touch slightly leaning over to place a kiss to Phil's temple. "Hopefully I didn't fill up on appetizers too much." He teases finding the others ass now covered by his trousers again and giving it a firm squeeze.

He doesn't seem to be that bothered by it, considering he's still around.

[tasernanny]

No relationship is going to be easy when they have the sorts of careers they have. Phil can just disappear and Scott has to fight world ending threats that could end him. That's going to create some complications but they've managed well so far.

"It's one loaf of bread," he says with a small chuckle. "I don't think it'll be too many carbs for your superhero diet."

Phil's weakness is sweet things. He really likes sweets of any kind but he tries not to indulge too often. He does a careful balancing act between exercise and donuts. Man, he loves donuts.

"But if you're so very sleepy we can take a nap." He leaves his hand resting on the small of Scott's back.