Title: Frosting
Author: MercuryPheonix (Your Angel of Music)
Rating: M
Summary: Christian and Syed find a way of making a cake go a very long way.
Author's Notes: This is written for the glorious Cookie, who celebrates her birthday today. Happy birthday, my lovely! I hope you enjoy your present - an extra long smrabble for you!
Frosting
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Sugary sweetness exploded on Syed's taste buds, fizzing and crackling through his synapses as he closed his lips around Christian's finger. A grin danced lazily on Christian's face; he slid his finger in, out, and in again, before tugging it away with a lewd 'pop'. Syed lurched up, almost keening as he instinctively followed the movement, but Christian pressed a gentle hand against his chest; keeping him pinned softly, yet securely, to the bedsheets.
Syed watched, hypnotised, as Christian moved his icing-coated hand slowly, teasingly down his body, leaving a faint trail of stickiness across his highly-sensitized skin. It reached his hip, the nail scratching just enough to elicit a soft hiss from between Syed's teeth, before flicking away and delving once more into the desiccated cake that sat beside them.
A shimmering wave rocked through Syed's body as Christian twisted his hand, a messy hunk of cake and icing jammed between his fingers; he popped it in his mouth, his tongue snaking out to catch a few loose crumbs from his lips. Syed's breath hitched, a jolt shooting along his spine and jerking him determinedly forwards. The hand on his chest relented at the onslaught, falling helplessly to the side as if anticipating defeat - allowing Syed to surge up and crush their mouths together.
The teasing control that Christian had held shattered as their tongues tangoed on a dance floor of sugar, their bodies pressing together in a heady mix of icing, sweat, flesh and heat. They were baking in their own oven, rising and shimmering in the roaring fire of their own skin.
Christian's hand roved unashamedly across the smooth skin of Syed's back, pressing him close, tickling down his side and moving upwards over his chest; frosting catching on hairs, decorating the skin in intricate patterns, marking him with sugary fingerprints.
As the heat between them and within them grew, Syed let himself be pushed backwards onto the bed – half falling, half pulling, losing himself in the throbbing bulk that was Christian Clarke. Time seemed to stand still and speed up all at once, twisting in on itself in a haze of jerking limbs, sticky sheets, and grunting, guttural exclamations – they let themselves be covered, filled, moving together with a languid messiness that both soothed them and drove them wild.
It was like coming home – if home were a place of fireworks and stars.
And, as they cooled, limbs wrapped awkwardly around each other, coated in icing and sweat and everything else that was definitely going to be uncomfortable in the morning, Syed couldn't help but let his mind ponder over the situation.
Because, sometimes, the most abstract, misplaced, conflicting ingredients could come together to create the most glorious cake.
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FIN
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Well, there we are. Thank you for reading. I hope everyone enjoyed - especially my lovely, darling Cookie. Happy birthday, my lovely!