Notes: This story was posted with my Cookie Challenge.
The recipe it at the end of the story, and it makes damn fine
cookies. I should know, I created the recipe myself.
Danger Will Robinson: This story has not been betaed. I did
spell check it numerous times, but beware of rogue commas and
renegade punctuation.
For James
Just Another
New Year's Eve
I could feel the knot of tension begin to
relax as I turned onto Prospect Avenue. I spent the last two
hours meeting with Internal Affairs because some idiot with more
money than sense offered me a bribe. I had to report it to Simon,
who had to report it to IA.
IA, of course, wanted interviews, and statements
in triplicate. My statement, Simon's statement, even the idiot
perp's statement. Then, to add insult to injury, IA sent Lt.
Ashford down to do the interviews. Ashford is an arrogant, irritating,
sanctimonious prick, and those are his good qualities. At least
Blair was spared that. The only smart thing the perp had done
was make his offer when my partner was out of earshot.
Thinking about Blair made me feel better.
Tonight I get to take Blair to Taggart's New Years party. "Not
a date", I told myself, but I felt that funny little shiver
of excitement in my gut anyway. Apparently I wasn't listening.
I know Blair loves me, but he's not in love with me. He gives
so much of himself to me, and if it isn't everything I want,
well, I learned a long time ago that you don't get everything
you want. What he gives me is a hell of a lot more than I deserve.
I parked in my usual spot, and headed into
the building. I relaxed even more as I surveyed the scents and
sounds of home. I could smell a half a dozen different dinners,
and snatches of conversations swirled around me.
As I headed up the stairs, a new scent teased
my nose. Rich and seductive, I tried to identify it. It smelled
wonderful butter, vanilla, chocolate and pecans...I focused
on the loft; Blair was singing along with Dave Matthews and Santana.
Oh, yeah, that incredible scent was coming from the loft, too.
I dashed up the last flight, still following
the scent. I went inside, where I was greeted by the most glorious
sight; Blair was bent over the oven, removing the source of that
amazing scent. Cookies, I noticed absently. My attention was
focused on the vision in front of me.
He was wearing an old pair of jeans, faded
and soft, stretched taut across the firm globes of his ass. The
urge to caress that denim covered ass was so strong that I stepped
forward three paces before I could control myself.
I waited until the cookies were safely on
the counter before I spoke. "Hey, Chief, smells great."
He turned around and greeted me with a sunny
smile. "Jim! Glad you're home, man. We don't have to hide
any bodies, do we? I know how you love IA."
He had a streak of flour on his shirt, and
another on his nose. His hair, worn short now, was even more
tightly curled than usual, and Blair was glowing from the heat
in the kitchen. I thought he looked adorable. The jeans that
were so enticing form the back were even more dangerous from
the front. The soft denim displayed his assets to advantage,
the button fly subtly emphasizing his manhood. My fingers itched
to undo those buttons, and I involuntarily took two more steps
forward.
I grabbed the counter and held myself in place.
I cleared my throat. "What's with the Martha Stewart routine?"
Good, I sounded normal, and Blair didn't seem to notice my death
grip in the counter. What the hell was wrong with me?
"I got this recipe from Rhonda. Her sister-in-law
makes them. She calls them 'Better Than Sex Cookies'." His
eyes sparkled with humor as he talked. "Rhonda wanted some,
but she can't make them at home since Ken is allergic to nuts.
I said I would bring some to the party tonight."
"They smell incredible." I took
in deep breath. "Vanilla, butter, eggs, chocolate, probably
chips, right? And pecans. But there is something different about
the pecans..." I trailed off. "It smells kind of like
chocolate chip cookies, but different."
Blair smiled at me. "Great - you can
tell that just from the scent! It's not just pecans, its pecan
butter, too. Here, try one."
He handed me one of the cookies, still warm
from the oven, and took one for himself. I lifted the cookie
to my mouth. It smelled so good, and it still carried Blair's
scent. I took a bite, and flavor exploded across my senses. I
anchored myself to Blair's heartbeat, and allowed myself to sink
into the cookie, enjoying each note of flavor, each change of
texture, all the while surrounded by his scent.
I noticed his heart rate increasing, heard
him call my name. "Relax, Chief. I'm not zoning, I'm - savoring."
I finished my cookie, watching closely as Blair finished his.
He was standing next to me, licking his fingers.
He had a small smear of chocolate at the corner of his mouth,
and I stared at it, entranced.
"So, Jim. What do you think? They're
good and all, but 'Better Than Sex'?" He gave me that teasing
look, and I was lost.
"Well, Chief," I growled, "I
guess I'll have to do a comparison." I reached out and pulled
him close, all the while wondering what the hell I thought I
was doing. Giving him time to escape, I slowly leaned down and
licked that little smear of chocolate off the corner of his mouth.
He shivered slightly. I captured his lips, they opened beneath
mine, and the world faded away.
I tasted Blair, overlaid slightly by the flavors
of the cookie, and it was the sweetest thing I have ever tasted.
We kissed; a perfect moment in time, but my starving lungs demanded
oxygen. I pulled back, and dragged in a breath, then Blair kissed
me back.
Before I could blink, I found myself walked
backwards out of the kitchen into the living room. I was busy
kissing every part of Blair I could reach, so I let my Guide
guide me. My hands were under his shirt, exploring his delightfully
furry chest when I felt the sofa hit me in the back of the knees.
I sat down and used the opportunity to pull his shirt off. When
I felt the cool air hit my chest I realized Blair's hands has
been busy, too.
I pulled him into my lap, desperately fumbling
with the buttons on his fly. Finally my shaking hands successfully
unbuttoned him, and I freed his cock from its confinement. He
was beautiful. His cock was warm and throbbing in my hands. His
skin was soft like velvet, but he was hard, so hard. I could
feel myself slipping into a zone, but Blair was whispering in
my ear, pulling me back.
I kissed him again, and nibbled my way across
his jaw to his ear. He was making the most amazing sounds, and
I wrapped my hand around his cock and began stroking in earnest.
He was thrusting into my hand, and moaning. He fastened his lips
on mine; I could feel his orgasm gathering, the subtle tightening
of skin and muscle. Blair shouted my name. I felt almost scalded
as his hot come splashed across my chest and belly and hand.
I was caught by surprise as my own orgasm
ripped through me; just the scent of Blair's come was enough
to trigger me. He held me tight as I shuddered and cried out.
We held each other as we came down. I stroked
his back as he gasped for breath, and he leaned against me and
gently kissed me.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I know," I said. "I just didn't
know you were in love with me, the way I am with you".
"I have been in love with you forever,
I think." He sighed. "I didn't think you could ever
be in love with me, though. I was so surprised when you kissed
me..."
"Chief, you smelled so good, when I came
in, it was all I could do not to throw you on the floor and take
you in the kitchen."
"Ah-ha! It was the vanilla. It's a very
sexy scent, it's almost as much of an aphrodisiac as cinnamon!"
"Nah. It's definitely you. Those cookies
do smell good, though."
"So - are they?"
"What?"
"Better than sex."
"Maybe. I haven't had sex in a long time."
"But Jim-"
"Chief, this wasn't sex," I interrupted.
"This," I point out our sticky condition, "this
is making love. And your cookies got nothing on that!"
He smiled at me and snuggled closer.
"Join me in the shower?" I asked.
"We can make an early night of it."
"It's New Year's eve, Jim. We're supposed
to go to a party."
"I don't need a party. I have everything
I need right here."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
end
Griffin's Better Than Sex cookies*
Ingredients
1 lb pecan pieces
12 oz semi-sweet chocolate chips (I like Guittard's best)
2 1/4 cups flour
3/4 cup butter (1 and 1/2 sticks), softened
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
1 1/2 tsp vanilla
3/4 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup granulated sugar, or so, 3/4 cup if you like sweeter
cookies
2 eggs
Directions
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Take half the pecans, and process in a blender
or food processor, until it has the texture of coarsely ground
peanut butter. (Pecan butter will not be as oily as homestyle
peanut butter.)
Combine flour, salt and baking soda in a small
bowl.
Beat together pecan butter, butter, sugars
and vanilla in a large mixer bowl until creamy. Add eggs and
beat well. Gradually add in flour mixture until blended. Manually
stir in remaining pecans and chocolate chips. Drop by rounded
tablespoon onto ungreased cookie sheets.
Bake for 9 to 15 minutes, depending on how
rounded your spoon is, until the cookies are golden brown. Let
cool on the cookie sheet for a couple of minutes, then remove
to a wire rack to cool completely.
Variation
You may try toasting the pecans before processing,
for a slightly roasted flavor. You can also reduce the sugar
slightly and substitute milk chocolate chips for the semi-sweet.
*The cookies were named by a co-worker. She
is a very sweet lady who has led a very sheltered life.
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