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Entry tags:
- au,
- craig/david,
- r
Fic: Of Best Friends and Lunchboxes (11/12)
Title: Of Best Friends and Lunchboxes (11/12)
Author: Viktoria Angelique (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
v_angelique)
Pairing: DW/CP
Rating: series and this part both R
Disclaimer: This is very, very untrue, and AU in fact, so even more untrue! Also, I'm borrowing real people including Dave's wife and daughter, but only the names are real, the rest--completely fictional.
Warning: Note the rating. Schmoop, too, just a little.
Chapter Summary: Finally! We get to the sex! Well, almost to the sex, at least. Also, herein lies proof that four-year-old logic is so much better than the grownup version.
Previous Chapters
By opening night for Craig's show the first week in December, the weather was absolutely balmy. Dave wanted to dress up properly, but he couldn't really handle a full suit with a jacket, so instead he wore a short-sleeved pink dress shirt and white linen trousers, which made Craig pronounce him "camper than a fucking tent." According to Eliza Jane, who went along with him much to her mother's chagrin (it was, after all, a Saturday), Dave looked "very pretty, Daddy. Very pretty."
The show had a fairly simple plot, but Craig's character was hilarious in it, and he played it up so much that the audience was in stitches, even Eliza giggling though Dave was pretty sure she didn't get most of the jokes. After the show, he managed to talk his way backstage, and Craig was waiting there for him in the dressing room with a big smack on the lips.
"Why hello there, darling!" he greeted with a grin. "'Liza. So glad you could both make it!"
"Me too, Uncle Cwaig. You were a star!" she effused, standing on tiptoes to kiss his cheek when he crouched down and presented it to her. "Here, Daddy and I bought you flowers. Well, Daddy bought them, but I picked out the colour," she confessed, handing him the bouquet of brilliant purple blossoms.
"Why thank you, sweetheart! They're lovely!"
"You were amazing, by the way," Dave commented when Craig was upright again. "But I didn't really need to tell you that."
"Nah, but it doesn't hurt the old ego," Craig teased.
"But Uncle Cwaig, I thought you didn't have an ego," Eliza broke in, confused. Dave snorted and Craig just smacked his shoulder.
"Of course I don't, sweetheart. So are you guys sticking around or do you need to take Eliza home?" Craig asked
"I promised Kate I'd have her home straight away since it's not my weekend," Dave explained. "See you back at the house, though?"
"Yeah, I shouldn't be too long here," Craig agreed, giving Dave a smile and a quick kiss. "Thank you again for the flowers," he added, ruffling Eliza's hair.
"You're very welcome," Eliza replied with a grin, and then scampered off towards the door with her father close behind.
"Babe?" Craig called out, locking the door behind him as he entered the dark house.
"In the bedroom," Dave called back, and Craig carefully followed the sound, making sure not to trip over anything as he made his way towards the soft light coming from the bedroom. When he arrived, however, he nearly tripped over his own feet in surprise, immediately dropping the armful of flowers and costume that he was carrying in the doorway.
"Fuck, Dave," he breathed out. Dave just grinned, slowly running a hand up his own—very naked—thigh as Craig hungrily followed the movement with his eyes.
"Thought you might like a little present for a job well done," Dave explained, his voice low and sultry and much more confident than Craig had heard him, sober at least.
"Jesus, Daisy. Are you…"
Dave held up a hand, cutting off his speech. "I'm not ready for everything yet," he admitted, and the very slight bit of colour in his cheeks reassured Craig that this was the Dave he knew and loved. "But I want you, Craig. Please."
Craig exhaled in a rush and then nearly fell again in his hurry to get to the bed, tugging his t-shirt over his head and toeing off his shoes as he went. Dave smiled at Craig's eagerness, and then gasped when Craig's first action was to bend and press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his inner thigh. He let out a sound that was embarrassingly like a whinge and gasped, pushing up until Craig decided, grinning wickedly, to push his teeth against the sensitive skin as well.
"God!"
"Mmm… not quite," Craig teased with a cocky smile, crawling up Dave's body to lay on his side next to the man, bending his head this time to take a nipple between his teeth and tug until he earned another desperate gasp. "You're so fucking sexy, Daisy," he muttered as he moved up a little and began to suck on Dave's neck in earnest. "Just tell me," he whispered. "Tell me how far I can go, baby. I don't even have to touch your cock if you don't want, just this," he breathed, trailing his fingertips along Dave's hip for emphasis, "is enough."
"Oh God," Dave groaned again. "You are most certainly touching my cock tonight, Parker, or I shall be forced to tie you down and use that cute little mouth exactly as I see fit."
Craig whimpered, couldn't help it, his hips jutting half into the bedspread and half against Dave's side as the image went straight to his brain and put his senses into complete overload.
"Fuck," he moaned, and Dave grinned and turned his head, threading his fingers in Craig's hair and pulling him close enough that their lips were touching.
"Anything other than that, actually," he promised, and Craig growled, not even caring, having a feeling that even if Dave had offered his arse Craig wouldn't be able to last long enough to take it tonight.
"God damn it, Dave, let me suck you, baby, please let me suck you," he begged, pressing his lips hard against Dave's before he could answer, licking wetly around the other man's mouth as he tried to undo his belt buckle one-handed.
Dave moaned greedily, letting the ferocity of his need as manifested in the kiss be his answer as he slapped Craig's hand away and undid the buckle himself, followed by Craig's fly, reaching inside the man's shorts for his cock instead of bothering to get Craig's trousers all the way down.
"Yes," Craig hissed when Dave's hand closed firmly around the shaft, stroking up slowly, and it was just this side of painful with the friction from a dry palm, but he didn't even care, groaning when Dave bit down hard on his lower lip.
"Don't know why…. don't know how I didn't know I wanted this, before," Dave muttered against Craig's chin, letting go of Craig's cock and ignoring the man's whimper as he raised his hand to his mouth instead. Licking generously at the intersection between thumb and forefinger, he met the man's eyes and Craig instantly understood, moaning happily when Dave's hand returned, this time with just the right amount of pressure and a wicked little twist.
"Fuck… Daisy… too good…. going to fucking come," Craig moaned, and he was a bit angry with himself, stamina of a bloody teenager and this Dave's first time with a man, but Dave just smiled and leaned in, licking the shell of Craig's ear.
"Then come for me," Dave whisper-growled, and all was lost.
Even as Craig was thrusting into Dave's hand, his release coating the other man's fingers, he licked and sucked at Dave's neck and bare shoulders, rolling over as soon as he had finished and slithering down Dave's body, pausing to pull again at a nipple, smiling at the resulting hiss. But when he looked up, he realised that the look on Dave's face was that of a suddenly very nervous man, his lower lip held between his teeth as if something very bad was likely about to happen.
"Dave? What's wrong, honey?" Craig asked, pressing an open mouthed kiss to Dave's hipbone, the tip of his tongue swirling around it.
"I… I just… hope this, um, works," he explained, waving his clean hand to indicate what was about to happen.
Craig frowned, and then looked pointedly down at Dave's erection. "Um, why wouldn't it?" he asked.
"Well… I just don't know… I mean this has only worked well enough for me to come once… maybe I'm not gay after all, maybe I'm just asexual or something, and I don't want that to be true," he admitted, and then Craig grinned, realising what Dave was worried about.
"Dave, honey, just humour me for a moment, okay?" he requested, propping up on one elbow and lazily trailing two fingers along the length of Dave's cock, making the other man gasp.
"Okay…"
"Since you've been living with me, or since you've been with me at least, how many times a week, on average, have you gotten hard?"
Dave blushed almost the colour of his hair at that, but then he whispered, "um, maybe ten-ish? Sometimes more."
Craig smiled and dragged his teeth lightly across Dave's hip, feeling the shudder against his lips. "And what about when you were with Kate? How many times a week?"
"A week?"
Craig grinned widely. "Honey, you are so gay," he mumbled, dipping his head down to wrap his lips around Dave's cock and effectively cutting off any further conversation.
Dave gasped as Craig began a slow, tight slide with his mouth, genuinely surprised as his hands went instinctively to grip Craig's hair. "Oh my God…" he whispered, his eyes locked on Craig's lips as they moved up and down the shaft, varying speed and pressure. When Craig pulled back, fisting Dave's cock and licking around the head like a lollipop, Dave let out a long moan.
"Jesus! I can't… can't hold it…"
Craig just looked up, smiling, caught Dave's eyes, took a deep breath and swallowed the length of Dave's cock down his throat.
"Fuck!"
When Craig finally finished swallowing, he pulled off very gently and gave Dave's softening cock one last lick before wrinkling his nose slightly, though with a good-natured smile, and gently reaching up to guide Dave's wrist away from his head.
"Gotta go wash the come out of my hair now…" he mumbled, still grinning, and Dave's mouth formed a perfect "o" as he clapped the other hand over it.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry… I wasn't even thinking…"
"No, you weren't," Craig agreed with a smile, pressing his lips to Dave's. "And it was perfect."
Two weeks into the play's three-week run, Dave was half-lying across the kitchen table, recovering from an impromptu blowjob surrounded by sheets of unbaked Christmas biscuits, fairly certain that his arse was covered in a fine dusting of flour, when Craig decided to sprawl into the chair by Dave's knees, spreading his legs shamelessly and reaching down to pull his cock out of his jeans, stroking slowly as he watched his lover's chest rise and fall.
"I can't believe you couldn't come from oral sex before," he commented. "I mean, yeah, I've had blow jobs that weren't great, but nothing that I couldn't come from given enough time."
Dave shrugged, sitting up on his elbows and licking his lips as he watched Craig casually pleasure himself. "Kate didn't like them at all. It was an occasional treat for good behaviour, and I didn't have the heart to tell her that it wasn't all that wonderful of a treat."
Craig snorted, letting his head tilt back slightly and his eyes fall closed as he continued the unhurried pace with his fist. "So what did she do, then?"
"I don't know… she kind of kissed it," Dave explained with a blush. "All very light. She was afraid to actually suck because I guess she thought I'd accidentally push her head all the way down or something."
"Oh, right, of course, because you're such an aggressive and uncaring asshole," Craig replied in a monotone, and Dave just giggled.
"You want me to, um… try it? For you?"
Craig's eyes snapped open at that, his hand slowing to a stop as he regarded Dave critically. "You want to?" he asked, wanting to make sure, as to this point Dave hadn't tried anything beyond a hand job and Craig didn't want to rush the man.
"Yeah, I want to," Dave admitted shyly, sliding off the table and down to his knees. "Just… tell me what you like," he requested, hands flat on Craig's thighs as he leaned in and took a deep breath, observing the organ in front of him as if it were some sort of extremely complicated puzzle.
"God, anything," Craig breathed, holding tight at the base as Dave frowned and then leaned in, licking in an experimental circle around the ridge that separated head from shaft. At Craig's pleased gasp, he tried again, this time pushing harder with the tip of his tongue. "Oh… that's good," Craig encouraged, gently threading the fingers of one hand in Dave's hair.
Gaining confidence, after a few more swipes and flicks with his tongue, Dave gently slid his lips around the head of Craig's cock, keeping his teeth covered, and then increased the pressure as he felt Craig's thighs tighten under his hands and heard the man's breathing speed up.
"God, that's good," Craig whispered, making a concentrated effort not to tug too hard at Dave's hair. He held his breath without noticing, though, when Dave slowly slid down until his lips bumped up against Craig's hand, his eyes meeting Craig's as he sucked steadily on the length in his mouth.
"Dave," Craig groaned urgently, his body thrumming with desire as Dave sucked, his muscles tightening to try to hold back. When Dave heard his name in that tone, however, he wanted nothing more but to please the man in front of him, and Craig's attempt to hold off was a lost cause to the tightening of Dave's lips around his shaft.
As he felt Craig's release fill his mouth, Dave swallowed carefully, pulling off when he was sure the other man was done and then placing a gentle kiss to the tip of Craig's cock before he leaned up for the other man's lips.
"Jesus, Daisy," Craig murmured as he cupped the back of Dave's neck and drew him into a slow, passionate kiss. "You are incredible," he whispered against Dave's lips, earning a blush before Craig kissed him again.
"Not so much…" Dave whispered against his lips before Craig leaned back in again and kissed him hard to silence him.
"So much," he countered, smiling as he took Dave's face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. "And I'll keep telling you till you believe me."
"Might be a while," Dave warned in a mumble, and Craig grinned.
"I've got time."
A week before Christmas, Craig was at the theatre getting ready for closing night, and Dave was out with Eliza Jane, getting last minute Christmas shopping done.
"Are you getting a pwesent for Mummy this year?" Eliza asked as they walked slowly through the mall, Eliza holding Dave's hand tightly as she had refused to be carried.
"I don't think so, sweetheart."
"Why not?"
"Well, people don't usually give presents to their ex-wives, honey. It's just not the way it works."
"Oh." Eliza frowned. "But you're getting Uncle Cwaig something, right?"
"Of course I am."
"Oh, good!" she piped up with a grin. "Can I help pick it out?"
Dave laughed and swung her up by the one arm to his hip, earning a delighted squeal. "What do you think Uncle Craig should get for a Christmas present, 'Liza?"
She frowned and tilted her head to the side, considering. "Ummm… how about a Rocky and Bullwinkle lunchbox?"
Dave gave her a confused look. "A lunchbox?"
"Not just any lunchbox, Daddy! Rocky and Bullwinkle! It's his favourite toon."
"It is?"
"Yes it is, silly billy. Didn't you know that, Daddy?"
"Well, no, but we don't exactly watch cartoons together."
Eliza gave him an exasperated sigh, her little chest heaving as she rolled her eyes. "Daddy. You're a very bad boyfriend."
Dave's eyes shot to the ceiling. "Excuse me?"
"Maggie told me about boyfriends and girlfriends," Eliza explained. "She said they're like husbands and wives, except that they aren't married, but they still love each other. And you love Uncle Cwaig, but you haven't gotten married yet. So he's you're boyfriend!" she explained triumphantly.
"Um… okay, sweetie," Dave conceded. "But I thought you didn't like Maggie?"
"Oh, she's all right now. We had a revolution, and she's not Queen of the Playground any more, but we decided to have a democracy instead. Timmy told me about democracy."
"Who's Timmy?"
"He's in my class. He's from America."
"Ah."
"He told us that in a democracy, you don't have a Queen at all!" she explained dramatically.
"Not at all??" Dave repeated, feigning shock.
"No! But you have a President and stuff. So I was elected President, and I picked Maggie to be my Vice-President. Because you told me that the best thing to do to mean people is be nice to them, and they'll be nice back. Remember?"
"I do remember, sweetheart. That's very mature of you."
"Very what?"
"Mature. Very big girl."
"Oh! Okay. I like being a big girl."
Dave grinned. "So remind me why we're getting this lunchbox again?"
"Well you see Daddy," Eliza began, sitting up in Dave's arms self-importantly, like a little lecturer, "you are a bad boyfriend now. But don't worry! You can be a good boyfriend again soon."
"Oh? And how might I go about that?"
"Well, you're a bad boyfriend because you don't know Uncle Cwaig's favourite toon. And he won't tell you, see, because he pretends that he doesn't care what we watch, because he's a grownup. But he laughs extra-hard at Rocky and Bullwinkle, see. So I can tell he really likes them."
"Ah. You pay a lot of attention, don't you?"
"Yes. It's good to pay attention. Miss Alison says people who pay attention don't hurt themselves or mess up."
"I see. So if I pay more attention I can be a good boyfriend?"
"Yes," Eliza agreed, nodding resolutely. "Because people who love each other should know each other's favourite toons, even if one of the people is afraid to talk about it because he's a grown-up. So you should get Uncle Cwaig a Rocky and Bullwinkle lunch box to show him how much you love him."
"Well it makes a lot of sense when you put it that way."
"I told you so! Come on, Daddy, we've got to go get a lunch box at the toy shop."
"All right. Toy shop it is."
Author: Viktoria Angelique (
v_angelique)Pairing: DW/CP
Rating: series and this part both R
Disclaimer: This is very, very untrue, and AU in fact, so even more untrue! Also, I'm borrowing real people including Dave's wife and daughter, but only the names are real, the rest--completely fictional.
Warning: Note the rating. Schmoop, too, just a little.
Chapter Summary: Finally! We get to the sex! Well, almost to the sex, at least. Also, herein lies proof that four-year-old logic is so much better than the grownup version.
Previous Chapters
By opening night for Craig's show the first week in December, the weather was absolutely balmy. Dave wanted to dress up properly, but he couldn't really handle a full suit with a jacket, so instead he wore a short-sleeved pink dress shirt and white linen trousers, which made Craig pronounce him "camper than a fucking tent." According to Eliza Jane, who went along with him much to her mother's chagrin (it was, after all, a Saturday), Dave looked "very pretty, Daddy. Very pretty."
The show had a fairly simple plot, but Craig's character was hilarious in it, and he played it up so much that the audience was in stitches, even Eliza giggling though Dave was pretty sure she didn't get most of the jokes. After the show, he managed to talk his way backstage, and Craig was waiting there for him in the dressing room with a big smack on the lips.
"Why hello there, darling!" he greeted with a grin. "'Liza. So glad you could both make it!"
"Me too, Uncle Cwaig. You were a star!" she effused, standing on tiptoes to kiss his cheek when he crouched down and presented it to her. "Here, Daddy and I bought you flowers. Well, Daddy bought them, but I picked out the colour," she confessed, handing him the bouquet of brilliant purple blossoms.
"Why thank you, sweetheart! They're lovely!"
"You were amazing, by the way," Dave commented when Craig was upright again. "But I didn't really need to tell you that."
"Nah, but it doesn't hurt the old ego," Craig teased.
"But Uncle Cwaig, I thought you didn't have an ego," Eliza broke in, confused. Dave snorted and Craig just smacked his shoulder.
"Of course I don't, sweetheart. So are you guys sticking around or do you need to take Eliza home?" Craig asked
"I promised Kate I'd have her home straight away since it's not my weekend," Dave explained. "See you back at the house, though?"
"Yeah, I shouldn't be too long here," Craig agreed, giving Dave a smile and a quick kiss. "Thank you again for the flowers," he added, ruffling Eliza's hair.
"You're very welcome," Eliza replied with a grin, and then scampered off towards the door with her father close behind.
"Babe?" Craig called out, locking the door behind him as he entered the dark house.
"In the bedroom," Dave called back, and Craig carefully followed the sound, making sure not to trip over anything as he made his way towards the soft light coming from the bedroom. When he arrived, however, he nearly tripped over his own feet in surprise, immediately dropping the armful of flowers and costume that he was carrying in the doorway.
"Fuck, Dave," he breathed out. Dave just grinned, slowly running a hand up his own—very naked—thigh as Craig hungrily followed the movement with his eyes.
"Thought you might like a little present for a job well done," Dave explained, his voice low and sultry and much more confident than Craig had heard him, sober at least.
"Jesus, Daisy. Are you…"
Dave held up a hand, cutting off his speech. "I'm not ready for everything yet," he admitted, and the very slight bit of colour in his cheeks reassured Craig that this was the Dave he knew and loved. "But I want you, Craig. Please."
Craig exhaled in a rush and then nearly fell again in his hurry to get to the bed, tugging his t-shirt over his head and toeing off his shoes as he went. Dave smiled at Craig's eagerness, and then gasped when Craig's first action was to bend and press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his inner thigh. He let out a sound that was embarrassingly like a whinge and gasped, pushing up until Craig decided, grinning wickedly, to push his teeth against the sensitive skin as well.
"God!"
"Mmm… not quite," Craig teased with a cocky smile, crawling up Dave's body to lay on his side next to the man, bending his head this time to take a nipple between his teeth and tug until he earned another desperate gasp. "You're so fucking sexy, Daisy," he muttered as he moved up a little and began to suck on Dave's neck in earnest. "Just tell me," he whispered. "Tell me how far I can go, baby. I don't even have to touch your cock if you don't want, just this," he breathed, trailing his fingertips along Dave's hip for emphasis, "is enough."
"Oh God," Dave groaned again. "You are most certainly touching my cock tonight, Parker, or I shall be forced to tie you down and use that cute little mouth exactly as I see fit."
Craig whimpered, couldn't help it, his hips jutting half into the bedspread and half against Dave's side as the image went straight to his brain and put his senses into complete overload.
"Fuck," he moaned, and Dave grinned and turned his head, threading his fingers in Craig's hair and pulling him close enough that their lips were touching.
"Anything other than that, actually," he promised, and Craig growled, not even caring, having a feeling that even if Dave had offered his arse Craig wouldn't be able to last long enough to take it tonight.
"God damn it, Dave, let me suck you, baby, please let me suck you," he begged, pressing his lips hard against Dave's before he could answer, licking wetly around the other man's mouth as he tried to undo his belt buckle one-handed.
Dave moaned greedily, letting the ferocity of his need as manifested in the kiss be his answer as he slapped Craig's hand away and undid the buckle himself, followed by Craig's fly, reaching inside the man's shorts for his cock instead of bothering to get Craig's trousers all the way down.
"Yes," Craig hissed when Dave's hand closed firmly around the shaft, stroking up slowly, and it was just this side of painful with the friction from a dry palm, but he didn't even care, groaning when Dave bit down hard on his lower lip.
"Don't know why…. don't know how I didn't know I wanted this, before," Dave muttered against Craig's chin, letting go of Craig's cock and ignoring the man's whimper as he raised his hand to his mouth instead. Licking generously at the intersection between thumb and forefinger, he met the man's eyes and Craig instantly understood, moaning happily when Dave's hand returned, this time with just the right amount of pressure and a wicked little twist.
"Fuck… Daisy… too good…. going to fucking come," Craig moaned, and he was a bit angry with himself, stamina of a bloody teenager and this Dave's first time with a man, but Dave just smiled and leaned in, licking the shell of Craig's ear.
"Then come for me," Dave whisper-growled, and all was lost.
Even as Craig was thrusting into Dave's hand, his release coating the other man's fingers, he licked and sucked at Dave's neck and bare shoulders, rolling over as soon as he had finished and slithering down Dave's body, pausing to pull again at a nipple, smiling at the resulting hiss. But when he looked up, he realised that the look on Dave's face was that of a suddenly very nervous man, his lower lip held between his teeth as if something very bad was likely about to happen.
"Dave? What's wrong, honey?" Craig asked, pressing an open mouthed kiss to Dave's hipbone, the tip of his tongue swirling around it.
"I… I just… hope this, um, works," he explained, waving his clean hand to indicate what was about to happen.
Craig frowned, and then looked pointedly down at Dave's erection. "Um, why wouldn't it?" he asked.
"Well… I just don't know… I mean this has only worked well enough for me to come once… maybe I'm not gay after all, maybe I'm just asexual or something, and I don't want that to be true," he admitted, and then Craig grinned, realising what Dave was worried about.
"Dave, honey, just humour me for a moment, okay?" he requested, propping up on one elbow and lazily trailing two fingers along the length of Dave's cock, making the other man gasp.
"Okay…"
"Since you've been living with me, or since you've been with me at least, how many times a week, on average, have you gotten hard?"
Dave blushed almost the colour of his hair at that, but then he whispered, "um, maybe ten-ish? Sometimes more."
Craig smiled and dragged his teeth lightly across Dave's hip, feeling the shudder against his lips. "And what about when you were with Kate? How many times a week?"
"A week?"
Craig grinned widely. "Honey, you are so gay," he mumbled, dipping his head down to wrap his lips around Dave's cock and effectively cutting off any further conversation.
Dave gasped as Craig began a slow, tight slide with his mouth, genuinely surprised as his hands went instinctively to grip Craig's hair. "Oh my God…" he whispered, his eyes locked on Craig's lips as they moved up and down the shaft, varying speed and pressure. When Craig pulled back, fisting Dave's cock and licking around the head like a lollipop, Dave let out a long moan.
"Jesus! I can't… can't hold it…"
Craig just looked up, smiling, caught Dave's eyes, took a deep breath and swallowed the length of Dave's cock down his throat.
"Fuck!"
When Craig finally finished swallowing, he pulled off very gently and gave Dave's softening cock one last lick before wrinkling his nose slightly, though with a good-natured smile, and gently reaching up to guide Dave's wrist away from his head.
"Gotta go wash the come out of my hair now…" he mumbled, still grinning, and Dave's mouth formed a perfect "o" as he clapped the other hand over it.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry… I wasn't even thinking…"
"No, you weren't," Craig agreed with a smile, pressing his lips to Dave's. "And it was perfect."
Two weeks into the play's three-week run, Dave was half-lying across the kitchen table, recovering from an impromptu blowjob surrounded by sheets of unbaked Christmas biscuits, fairly certain that his arse was covered in a fine dusting of flour, when Craig decided to sprawl into the chair by Dave's knees, spreading his legs shamelessly and reaching down to pull his cock out of his jeans, stroking slowly as he watched his lover's chest rise and fall.
"I can't believe you couldn't come from oral sex before," he commented. "I mean, yeah, I've had blow jobs that weren't great, but nothing that I couldn't come from given enough time."
Dave shrugged, sitting up on his elbows and licking his lips as he watched Craig casually pleasure himself. "Kate didn't like them at all. It was an occasional treat for good behaviour, and I didn't have the heart to tell her that it wasn't all that wonderful of a treat."
Craig snorted, letting his head tilt back slightly and his eyes fall closed as he continued the unhurried pace with his fist. "So what did she do, then?"
"I don't know… she kind of kissed it," Dave explained with a blush. "All very light. She was afraid to actually suck because I guess she thought I'd accidentally push her head all the way down or something."
"Oh, right, of course, because you're such an aggressive and uncaring asshole," Craig replied in a monotone, and Dave just giggled.
"You want me to, um… try it? For you?"
Craig's eyes snapped open at that, his hand slowing to a stop as he regarded Dave critically. "You want to?" he asked, wanting to make sure, as to this point Dave hadn't tried anything beyond a hand job and Craig didn't want to rush the man.
"Yeah, I want to," Dave admitted shyly, sliding off the table and down to his knees. "Just… tell me what you like," he requested, hands flat on Craig's thighs as he leaned in and took a deep breath, observing the organ in front of him as if it were some sort of extremely complicated puzzle.
"God, anything," Craig breathed, holding tight at the base as Dave frowned and then leaned in, licking in an experimental circle around the ridge that separated head from shaft. At Craig's pleased gasp, he tried again, this time pushing harder with the tip of his tongue. "Oh… that's good," Craig encouraged, gently threading the fingers of one hand in Dave's hair.
Gaining confidence, after a few more swipes and flicks with his tongue, Dave gently slid his lips around the head of Craig's cock, keeping his teeth covered, and then increased the pressure as he felt Craig's thighs tighten under his hands and heard the man's breathing speed up.
"God, that's good," Craig whispered, making a concentrated effort not to tug too hard at Dave's hair. He held his breath without noticing, though, when Dave slowly slid down until his lips bumped up against Craig's hand, his eyes meeting Craig's as he sucked steadily on the length in his mouth.
"Dave," Craig groaned urgently, his body thrumming with desire as Dave sucked, his muscles tightening to try to hold back. When Dave heard his name in that tone, however, he wanted nothing more but to please the man in front of him, and Craig's attempt to hold off was a lost cause to the tightening of Dave's lips around his shaft.
As he felt Craig's release fill his mouth, Dave swallowed carefully, pulling off when he was sure the other man was done and then placing a gentle kiss to the tip of Craig's cock before he leaned up for the other man's lips.
"Jesus, Daisy," Craig murmured as he cupped the back of Dave's neck and drew him into a slow, passionate kiss. "You are incredible," he whispered against Dave's lips, earning a blush before Craig kissed him again.
"Not so much…" Dave whispered against his lips before Craig leaned back in again and kissed him hard to silence him.
"So much," he countered, smiling as he took Dave's face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. "And I'll keep telling you till you believe me."
"Might be a while," Dave warned in a mumble, and Craig grinned.
"I've got time."
A week before Christmas, Craig was at the theatre getting ready for closing night, and Dave was out with Eliza Jane, getting last minute Christmas shopping done.
"Are you getting a pwesent for Mummy this year?" Eliza asked as they walked slowly through the mall, Eliza holding Dave's hand tightly as she had refused to be carried.
"I don't think so, sweetheart."
"Why not?"
"Well, people don't usually give presents to their ex-wives, honey. It's just not the way it works."
"Oh." Eliza frowned. "But you're getting Uncle Cwaig something, right?"
"Of course I am."
"Oh, good!" she piped up with a grin. "Can I help pick it out?"
Dave laughed and swung her up by the one arm to his hip, earning a delighted squeal. "What do you think Uncle Craig should get for a Christmas present, 'Liza?"
She frowned and tilted her head to the side, considering. "Ummm… how about a Rocky and Bullwinkle lunchbox?"
Dave gave her a confused look. "A lunchbox?"
"Not just any lunchbox, Daddy! Rocky and Bullwinkle! It's his favourite toon."
"It is?"
"Yes it is, silly billy. Didn't you know that, Daddy?"
"Well, no, but we don't exactly watch cartoons together."
Eliza gave him an exasperated sigh, her little chest heaving as she rolled her eyes. "Daddy. You're a very bad boyfriend."
Dave's eyes shot to the ceiling. "Excuse me?"
"Maggie told me about boyfriends and girlfriends," Eliza explained. "She said they're like husbands and wives, except that they aren't married, but they still love each other. And you love Uncle Cwaig, but you haven't gotten married yet. So he's you're boyfriend!" she explained triumphantly.
"Um… okay, sweetie," Dave conceded. "But I thought you didn't like Maggie?"
"Oh, she's all right now. We had a revolution, and she's not Queen of the Playground any more, but we decided to have a democracy instead. Timmy told me about democracy."
"Who's Timmy?"
"He's in my class. He's from America."
"Ah."
"He told us that in a democracy, you don't have a Queen at all!" she explained dramatically.
"Not at all??" Dave repeated, feigning shock.
"No! But you have a President and stuff. So I was elected President, and I picked Maggie to be my Vice-President. Because you told me that the best thing to do to mean people is be nice to them, and they'll be nice back. Remember?"
"I do remember, sweetheart. That's very mature of you."
"Very what?"
"Mature. Very big girl."
"Oh! Okay. I like being a big girl."
Dave grinned. "So remind me why we're getting this lunchbox again?"
"Well you see Daddy," Eliza began, sitting up in Dave's arms self-importantly, like a little lecturer, "you are a bad boyfriend now. But don't worry! You can be a good boyfriend again soon."
"Oh? And how might I go about that?"
"Well, you're a bad boyfriend because you don't know Uncle Cwaig's favourite toon. And he won't tell you, see, because he pretends that he doesn't care what we watch, because he's a grownup. But he laughs extra-hard at Rocky and Bullwinkle, see. So I can tell he really likes them."
"Ah. You pay a lot of attention, don't you?"
"Yes. It's good to pay attention. Miss Alison says people who pay attention don't hurt themselves or mess up."
"I see. So if I pay more attention I can be a good boyfriend?"
"Yes," Eliza agreed, nodding resolutely. "Because people who love each other should know each other's favourite toons, even if one of the people is afraid to talk about it because he's a grown-up. So you should get Uncle Cwaig a Rocky and Bullwinkle lunch box to show him how much you love him."
"Well it makes a lot of sense when you put it that way."
"I told you so! Come on, Daddy, we've got to go get a lunch box at the toy shop."
"All right. Toy shop it is."
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Angie
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And Eliza is lovely and so wise! I think Dave will understand that it's not just cartoons but also other things that you don't hear from your boyfriend.
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And Rocky and Bullwinkle lunchboxes!
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