WARNING: This fic is rated 'R' . . .it is mindless newsie smut written because I wuv Gothica. I promised her a spot/race slashy smutfest with pumpkin pie. But it really is just gratuitous, detailed sex
Pumpkin Pie Lust"You're addicted to that stuff." Accused Spot as Race took another piece of pie. Racetrack shrugged and grinned down at his brown-orange slice of pie. Spot rolled his eyes and propped his feet on the table. Of their friends they were the only two who had not returned home for Thanksgiving. Neither liked their family and were quite happy to stay at boarding school for the Holiday.
"Just because I like this divine combination of pumpkin and nutmeg and allspice and cinnamon. . ." Race trailed off and his eyes took on a dreamy quality "Have you ever even had pumpkin pie?"
"Well . . ." Spot felt a slow blush crawl up his neck and settle in his cheeks. He ran a hand through his short blonde hair, tugging on a streak of black. Racetrack raised an eyebrow, "No"
It came out as barely a mumble but it had Race in absolutely horrified shock. He gasped and hurried to cut another piece of pie. Spot sighed and leaned back in his chair. Race slammed the slice down in front of him.
"Eat," Race ordered. Spot raised an eyebrow. Race shrugged and picked up the fork, taking a portion of pie and held it up, "Eat."
Spot rolled his eyes and opened his mouth. Race smiled and fed him the piece of pie. Spot chewed slowly, thoughtfully. His eyes bugged and he hurriedly fed himself a second bite.
"Oh. My. GOD!" He whimpered "This stuff. . . it's like sex!"
Race licked his lips. Spot had a trace of pie filling and whipping cream on the corner of his mouth. The Italian leaned towards him and his tongue flicked out and removed the offending sugary substance. Spot shuddered and pulled Race towards him. Race's fingers worked frantically at the buttons on Spot's shirt, pumpkin pie forgotten by the wayside.
Spot's lips tugged at Race's and the brunette groaned into the kiss. The blue eyed bad boy forced his tongue past his partner's lips quite liking the delicious combination of pumpkin and spices that clung to Race's mouth. The two boys stumbled to the bed, lips locked in passionate kisses and hands tugging frantically at clothing.
Race trailed his kisses down the blonde's flawless pale chest, pausing to flick his tongue over the boy's nipple. Spot whimpered happily and twined his hands in Race's hair. In a rush of movement Spot had them both stark naked, the light pouring from the window illuminating heated skin. Race grinned wickedly and pushed Spot down on the bed, his tongue flicking over him. Spot groaned breathily and tightened his hands in the sheets. Race smiled and continued his slow torture of his blond companion.
When the sun began setting over the school buildings Spot curled in Race's chest, his head over his heart. Race smiled and kissed his hair. The two boys kissed quickly and Race reached over for his pie. The blonde rolled his eyes and took a bite of the pie.
"Pie thief," Race accused softly "Good for nothing pie thief."
"Pie whore," Spot grinned, kissing Race softly and taking another bite "I wonder what Gothica did this Thanksgiving . . ."
"Maybe she had Pie?" Race snickered as Spot smacked him.
"You know Kezells and Tabity take that job." Spot nuzzled into Race's neck and kissed his pulse point "I think I like this pumpkin pie thing."
"It's called Pumpkin Pie Lust" Race informed him "this is a very common malady among our type. Swifty and Pie Eater have key lime pie lust."
Spot smiled and snuggled into Race. Yum. Pumpkin Pie.