Hearing the doors to the kitchen swing open wasn't something that usually took David's attention away from cooking, but when he heard heavy footsteps approaching, he hurried to turn and lift the spoon he'd been stirring a dark chocolate sauce with.

"Ah?" He questioned after blowing on the hot syrupy liquid a few times to cool it. When George stopped in front of him, David hurried to lift the spoon a little higher so that he could sample the small treat, but instead of going for the spoon George ducked his head a little lower and began biting at his lips.

He wasn't the best kisser... by far. In fact, he was quite terrible at it when he was trying hard to be good. When he was half asleep and relaxed? Decent. Not that David was upset about it either way. He loved getting the kisses, period, but the ones that ended up making his lips bruised, even bleed once? Those were heaven!

No wonder I scared Orion when we tried to date...

"David?"

Hearing George's breathy words. Feeling his breath against his lips. Hot and moist, made his stomach knot with need.

"David, you're dripping chocolate down my back."

Forcing himself to focus, David slowly unwrapped himself from George, having not even realized that he'd literally climbed the man like a monkey, then locked his arms around his neck and legs around waist.

Oh, oops. The spoon.

Lifting the object up, he frowned, noticing that most of the chocolate was absent from it. Silently, he reached over and gently grabbed George's arms, turning him after a bit of resistance.

Yum!

Since George had tugged off his shirt due to the unusually warm weather outside and was now gripped in his hand, the chocolate had dripped mostly on his skin. It's getting close to the waist of his jeans... better make sure it doesn't stain them. That would be bad.

Smirking to himself, David leaned over and hungrily began licking his way up George's warm skin. He felt his muscles bunch and twist beneath the attention of his tongue. A low groan echoed in the room as he got to the spot just beneath George's shoulderblades.

"Mm? Feel good right there?" He cooed, poking his tongue out to swirl in a slow circle. The muscle bunched suddenly as a shiver ran down George's spine and he grunted.

Normal grumpy George. Always refusing to answer any pervy questions.

He let it slide, however, because he knew Xena would kick both their butts if they didn't get back to work soon. So, instead of bugging George, he double-checked that he'd gotten all of the chocolate off him, then wrapped his arms around his waist from behind for a quick hug.

"Love you," he mumbled against George's skin, making the man turn in his arms and settle his large hands on his shoulders, then lean forward. "Huh? You mumbled."

If I hadn't, you probably would have fidgeted, then walked away. Just like last time.

Instead of saying what he thought, David just grinned up at George and stole a quick kiss.

"I said thank you. For coming to visit me during your break. I look forward to seeing you."

George's left brow rose slightly and he shrugged as his eyes darted around the room awkwardly. "We live together, idiot..."

David chuckled, nodding before walking over to the fridge and pulling out a small plate, then grabbing a fork. "Here. Dinner service is ending in a few minutes so there will be no more orders for the chocolate cake."

Well, there had been a few orders wanting the last piece, but George deserves it more! Besides, when I said it was out, they just got a different dessert.

The look in his master's eyes was well worth the slight pang of guilt he had for keeping the last piece hidden in the fridge. Any other person would have probably told him that he was feeding them way too many sweets and that they would be the cause of them getting fat, but George just grinned, took the cake, and kissed his nose.

"Thank you, David. I'm working a double tonight, if I forgot to tell you, so be sure to be in bed when I get back."

David nodded, remembering that George hated it when he waited up for him on long shifts. It wasn't that George didn't like seeing him, but he always looked half dead when he stayed up too late. Which he had over the past several days. He tried to entertain himself, but he ussually just got bored and ended up rolling around in the bed or trying to read a book he wasn't really interested in.

"Okay, Master." He slipped in quietly. George only raised an eyebrow at the word and set his cake down for a moment to tug his shirt back on, then took the food and turned, walking out with his cake and fork.

The tiny victory made David spin around happily... only to freeze when he saw the chocolate sauce he was making for the next day bubbling and burning.

"Crap!"

"David?"

"Hey David, wake up."

A slight shake on his shoulder made David groan. When it didn't happen again, he stretched his arms over his head, taking a deep breath as he felt a few of his bones pop from the action along his shoulders and legs.

"David, I want to have sex."

Sputtering as he choked on a breath, David jerked himself into an upright position. The room was still dark, the only light on was coming from the small lamp on the bedside table. Beside it, George stood in all of his muscled glory. His shirt was already off again, which David didn't mind one bit. 

"Did I um, hear you correctly?" He muttered, rubbing at his left eye, which just refused to accept that it needed to stay open. Suddenly George's strong hand was pushing back the bangs that had slid in front of his face during sleep. It stopped near the base of his neck, gently coaxing his head forward and into a painful, blissful kiss.

"Clothes. Off. Now." George growled against his mouth.

David's heart jumped in his chest as he fumbled with his pajama pants, then boxers. It was a bit tricky considering George refused to let their lips part for more than a moment to catch their breath, but after a bit of awkward shifting and a few tugs, he was naked before the man.

"Take mine off." George said, his voice calm and steady despite the kiss that he finally had just broken. It left David gasping for breath, yet he seemed to be almost completely recovered already. David hurriedly leaned forward, fumbling with the button to George's jeans before tugging the zipper down and dropping the pants to his already-bare feet.

When he saw the obvious outline of his length standing at attention just beneath the thin layer of George's boxers, his mouth watered. An overwhelming need to nuzzle and touch warred inside of him with the need to please his master. Fighting himself, he carefully removed George's boxers. When they hit the top of his jeans, he slowly stepped out of both, then nudged them to the side with a foot. That left him completely naked. His well-muscles, slightly-tanned skin bare to David's hungry gaze. He ate up the sight of the man, glad that he was finally allowed to look without a reprimand.

"Gorgeous," he sighed as he reached forward, stopping just inches from touching George's thigh. Instead of doing what he desperately wanted to, he looked up and licked his lips.

"May I touch you, Master?"

George's eyes dilated as they met his. Lust was the most evident emotion in them, and boy if David wasn't feeling himself being consumed by it. There was also something else in him that possibly started with L, but he knew George wasn't ready to hear it.

"David."

Groaning with need, David settled back on his heels on the bed and panted. "Yes, Master?"

"David?"

His brow furrowed in frustration. "Yes?" He said, confused as to why George just kept saying his name.

"Wake up you creepy twink!"

A pillows slapped him hard in the face, bringing the dream to an abrupt end and leaving him stunned, lying on his back staring up at George in the dim light of their room.

Ow. And just when it was getting good.

Sitting up, he glanced at the clock beside him and yawned.

Four A.M.

When the bed depressed and he felt his bare thigh press against George's clothed one through the thin blanket, David caught his breath.

I seriously took my pants off while asleep?

The thought startled him, but not as much as the dark red blush covering George's face. It even reached back to the tips of his ears, lighting them so that the new color was easily visible even in the dim light coming from the bedside lamp.

Had I been making sounds? Did he hear me? Did I start humping the bed!

George's normally-downcast lips tugged up into a very faint smile as he leaned forward and kissed David. It only lasted for a moment before he leaned back. "You looked like you were having quite an... Interesting, dream."

Oh god!

It was bad enough that he was a serious pervert on the inside, but now George knew just how much!

"Um I--mmph?" Lips closed over his before he could finish trying to downplay whatever he'd done in the bed while asleep. They didn't stay long, but as soon as he tried to speak again, George cut him off with another kiss. When he finally dropped his hunched shoulders and sighed, George backed off again.

"Shut up, okay?" He said as he got up and headed toward the bathroom. At the same time he began to unbutton his jeans. David did as told, his eyes following the man's every move. When the bathroom door didn't close though, not even when George dropped his pants, he was confused.

He hardly ever leaves the door open when he gets naked to shower.

When his boxers dropped next and he stepped out of them, his shoes having already been removed by the door, it seemed, David felt his whole body heat up. Tingles traveled from his brain down to his fingertips, making them itch to touch. Everything about the damn guy was perfect in his eyes. The large but well-distributed muscle. The decent brush of dark hair that traveled down his chest to fan out around his length.

I wish my hands were there instead of his hair... Wait, no I don't. I wanna play with his hair, too.

Jealousy spiked in his belly, then humiliation. He was seriously getting jealous over George's darn pubic hair!

That doesn't sound desperate at all!

"You need to shower."

Blinking, David slid out of bed, blushing when he noticed the slightly sticking feeling against the tip of his length as his slid from the blankets. Humiliation. Yup, that sounds about right.

He really didn't want to embarrass himself by walking into the bathroom and having George see, but to his surprise, George had left the light off and part of the curtain open in the shower to let the small amount of light from the bedside lamp in, no doubt.

He always turns the light on when he comes back to shower tho---Understanding swamped his senses, quickly followed by happiness, and a little, tiny bit of love. Okay, a lot of love. The guy was practically showering blind because he already knew. That also means that he'd seen him cum... Yet he wasn't making fun of him for it at all. With a grin growing by the second, he hurriedly tugged off the soiled blanket and replaced it with a smaller one from the closet, then ran into the bathroom. He was so excited that he actually smacked his left hip into the side of the doorjamb, but just ignored it after a hiss to climb into the shower.

George was already there, obviously about to begin washing his body considering the soapy washcloth in his hand. Even in the dark, however, the man had evidently seen the eager look David hadn't been able to hide, and hesitantly handed him the rag and straightened a little.

"U-um... Wash me please, D-David?"

David's eyes began to water at the order. The order from his Master! He made himself calm down just enough to take the cloth carefully, then began to enjoy the best night of his life. Which, honestly, he thought would have been full of sex. Yet there he was, just washing his new Master's body beneath a warm spray of water.

Finally. Finally he's starting to let me in.

He couldn't hide the enraptured smile that slid onto his lips, nor did he want to as he moved the cloth over every single inch of George, savoring the feeling of him. Every part of the man that he was trusted to clean. And clean he would! George was going to be spotless when he finished! Well, except for a few tiny little kiss marks...