All characters belong to their creators in the Highlander universe. They do not belong to me, nor do I receive any profit from them. This story is rated NC17 and contains graphic homoerotic sex. If you don't like such things and/or are underage, please do not read. Eternal thanks to the fabulous esjay for beta duties. All remaining mistakes are completely my own.

 

 

Sex and Chocolate

 


The elevator clanged to a stop, and Methos shoved the gate up.

"Why the hell is it so hot in here?"

"The air conditioning is broken," came the answer from the kitchen. Methos found Mac bent over, pulling something out of the oven. Pausing for a brief moment to admire Mac's ass, Methos shook his head in disbelief.

"Let me get this straight. It's the hottest day of the year, the air conditioner is broken, and you're baking? Have you lost your mind?"

"I'm making a soufflé. Chocolate." Mac sounded distracted. He stood with his back to Methos, looking down at the kitchen counter. Curious, Methos poked his head over Mac's shoulder. There on the counter sat a baking dish with about two inches of dark, chocolaty goo covering the bottom of it.

"Hmmm..." Methos murmured. Reaching around, he picked up the cookbook he saw laying beside the stove. He studied it for a moment, and then looked back at the mess in the dish. "That's not how it looks in the book."

Rolling his eyes, Mac turned to glare at him. "No kidding."

"Hey, it's not my fault. You shouldn't try something like this when it's so bloody hot. The heat probably affected your ingredients." Methos opened the refrigerator and took out a beer. Instead of closing the door again, he rested his arms on the freezer door and let his body sag as the refrigerated air swirled around him. He closed his eyes and relished the chill air ghosting over his skin. "So when's the air conditioning going to be fixed?"

No answer. He was about to turn to Mac and ask again when he felt warmth at his back even more intense than the already oppressive heat of the room. Mac's hands appeared beside his own on top of the freezer, and his mouth began pressing soft kisses against the side of Methos' neck. With a sigh, he leaned back into Mac. The contrast of cold air on the front of his body, and Mac's heat blanketing his back made him shiver. Hands reached under his shirt and caressed his back, gently kneading and massaging their way up his spine. Methos shivered again. Reaching for the hem, Mac drew Methos' shirt up over his head and let it fall to the floor. The cold from the refrigerator instantly hardened Methos' exposed nipples, and goose bumps erupted across his flesh.

He was aware of Mac's own shirt coming off and landing on the floor, and then Mac's naked chest was pressing against his back. Methos could feel the soft chest hairs teasing the skin on his back. Mac's hands came around to brush lightly over his chest, and his mouth had once again descended on Methos' neck. Methos stretched and tilted his head, providing a greater expanse of skin for Mac to taste. He was rewarded with a trail of kisses as Mac moved slowly over to the nape of Methos' neck, lingered there to lick the sensitive spot, then drew the skin into his mouth and sucked gently. Methos groaned at the sensation that he felt running through his body, a tingling that traveled from the spot Mac was suckling on his neck, directly to his groin.

Mac's hands roamed down over Methos' belly and into the waistband of his jeans. Reaching for the fly, he popped open the button and slowly drew the zipper down. Methos took a deep breath and exhaled it out through his mouth. Part of him wanted to turn around and cover Mac's mouth with his own, but another section of his brain insisted that he remain still, allowing Mac the freedom to take his body and do with it what he would. He looked down and watched as Mac pushed his jeans down over his hips, gasping as his heated cock sprang forward into the cold air flowing from the refrigerator. Mac continued moving down Methos' body, sliding the jeans down to the floor, and holding them while Methos stepped out of them. Shoving the denim aside, Mac slowly slid back up Methos' body, and then took a moment to shuck out of his own jeans.

Mac threaded one hand into Methos' hair, massaging the back of his scalp, giving Methos one more reason to shiver. With a "mmmmm..." Methos' head dropped back against Mac's shoulder as Mac's other hand slipped slowly around and grasped his cock. Methos gasped. His body was alive with sensation. Tendrils of cold air were licking the front of his body, while the heat from Mac's body pressed against him from behind. His scalp was tingling where Mac's fingers gently caressed his scalp, and his cock was throbbing in Mac's hand. Moving was now the last thing on Methos' mind. He wanted to stand here like this forever.

Mac, however, had other ideas. Releasing Methos' cock, he turned him around and pulled him into his arms. Tongues met in a wild kiss, and Methos' chest felt scorched by the sudden warmth against skin that had been so chilled a moment before. Breaking the kiss, Mac drew back and looked into Methos' eyes. Methos was panting. He started to speak, and found he had to clear his throat first.

"Maybe we should move this to the bed."

"Nope. I've got a better idea," Mac said with a devilish grin. Reaching over to the baking dish on the counter, he dragged his index finger through the failed soufflé. He brought the finger full of warm, chocolate goo to Methos' lips.

Methos opened his mouth and sucked the sweet, sticky chocolate off Mac's finger. "Mmmmmm... sex and chocolate. It doesn't get much better than this," he said, letting Duncan's finger go with a grin.

"It's a start, anyway", Mac said with a waggle of his dark eyebrows. He scooped the baking dish off of the counter and began finger painting with the gooey chocolate, using Methos as a canvas for his designs. Tracing the cord of muscle standing out on Methos' neck, he created a line of chocolate down to the sharp collarbone. Dipping his fingers back into the bowl, Mac painted lines and swirls over the collarbone and down onto Methos' chest. With fingers coated in the soft, warm chocolate, he massaged Methos' nipples, first the left, and then the right.

Methos moaned as Mac rubbed the chocolate confection, still warm from the oven, onto his body. It felt so sensual, so decadent, and Methos was so aroused that it took a concerted effort for him to stand still for it instead of pouncing on Mac and tackling him onto the floor. Instead, he leaned back against the open refrigerator just as Mac leaned in for another kiss, and he gasped into Mac's mouth as his ass came in contact with a cold, metal shelf. His body jerked away from the icy coldness and he laughed, breaking the kiss.

"Shit, that's cold!"

Duncan set the baking dish on the counter beside Methos. "First it's too hot, then it's too cold...make up your mind, already, " Duncan said, grinning, as he dipped his head to start licking the chocolate off Methos' neck.

Methos closed his eyes and tilted his head back, the wet heat of Mac's tongue gliding over his skin causing him to feel weak in the knees. Mac worked his way over Methos' collarbone, licking at the chocolate, leaving little nips along the skin over the sharp bone. Methos couldn't stand any longer, and grasping at the door of the refrigerator to help control his descent, slid to the floor.

Mac followed Methos to the floor with a chuckle. "What's the matter, old man, can't take the heat?

"I don't know what you're talking about." Methos said as he reached his hands behind Mac's head and pulled him down into a chocolate-flavored kiss.

"You don't, huh?" Mac said against Methos' mouth.

"Shut up and kiss me."

Mac complied, and deepened the kiss. Methos loved the way Mac kissed. It wasn't only his technique that took Methos' breath away. When Mac kissed him there was no doubt about how he felt. His whole heart was in his kiss, and it never failed to melt Methos' own heart.

The tip of Mac's tongue was lightly stroking the roof of Methos' mouth, and it tickled. Before he could start laughing, Methos captured Mac's tongue and gently sucked on it. Mac groaned, and breaking off the kiss, started licking his way down the center of Methos' chest. He made brief stops to lap up leftover chocolate, and suck on Methos' nipples, but he seemed to have another goal in mind as he continued moving further down his body.

He stopped when he reached Methos' cock. Methos could feel warm breath on his skin as Mac hovered, and propping himself up on his elbows, he opened his eyes to find Mac watching him. Mac smiled, and without breaking his gaze, slowly drew his tongue from the base of Methos' cock to the tip. The sensation of the soft, wet tongue licking up his length sent tremors through Methos' body. The eye contact added to the eroticism, and Methos' cock was soon throbbing with the need for release.

The look in Mac's eyes was smoldering as his tongue continued its slow torture. Then he stopped and pulled away. Methos felt suddenly bereft.

"Hey!"

"Hold on a minute." Mac said with a grin as he reached into the refrigerator. Pulling out a can of whipped cream, he waggled his eyebrows at Methos before flipping the cap off with his thumb. He sat back on his heels, shaking the can, and then sprayed a thick, white ruffle of whipped cream all the way up Methos' cock.

The whipped cream was cold, and Methos' body twitched. But before he could utter anything more coherent than "Aaah!" his cock was surrounded by the warmth of Mac's mouth. Mac licked and sucked and swallowed the whipped cream just before he opened his throat and swallowed Methos' cock.

Methos surrendered his body to sensation. As Mac's tongue worked around his cock, he felt a tingling begin deep inside, growing, building in intensity until it overcame him in a blinding orgasm. With an incoherent shout, he threw his head back, letting the pleasure wash over him in waves. As the crest began to ebb, he looked down at Mac, who was licking various substances from his now spent cock. Mac met his gaze, and licked his lips.

"That was incredible," Methos panted.

"Oh, but we're not done yet. Turn over."

"I don't know if my knees can hold me up at the moment."

"You'll be all right," Mac said with an evil grin. Reaching into the cupboard beside the refrigerator, Mac drew out a bottle of deep golden liquid.

"I hope that's not furniture polish," Methos said, making an effort to turn onto his knees.

"It's macadamia nut oil," Mac answered with a grin. He removed the cap and poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand. Methos could hear Mac slicking his fingers, coating them in the oil. He could smell the sweet, wonderfully nutty fragrance. Then Mac's hands were parting his ass cheeks, massaging up and down the crease. With a moan, Methos spread his legs a little wider. Mac's fingers began teasing him, rubbing slow circles around his entrance. It felt so good, and Methos closed his eyes in ecstasy.

Methos felt Mac's fingers slowly working themselves inside him, massaging him from the inside out. In and out the fingers moved, pushing further and further each time, plying his opening, stretching him until he was relaxed and ready. Too soon the fingers slipped out of him, but were replaced with the exquisite pressure of Mac's cock, slick with oil, pushing against his entrance. As Mac pushed forward, Methos pressed backward, and they connected and slid together, like two pieces of a puzzle.

They were both moaning now, both making sounds of pleasure and murmuring words of encouragement. They moved together slowly at first. Methos knew nothing on earth that felt as good as Mac's thick cock sliding in and out of him - unless it was his own cock sliding in and out of Mac. He reveled in the sensation of being filled completely, of being possessed. He felt a pressure building inside of him, and his cock began to fill and lengthen again. He didn't want it to end, and yet he didn't think he could bear it much longer.

Mac shifted position behind him, and with the next plunge hit against Methos' prostate. Methos thought he saw stars behind his eyelids as sharp pleasure exploded through his body. Mac increased the rhythm, pumping harder and faster into Methos' body. Methos looked down at his own cock, swollen and bobbing between his legs. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around it and began stroking in time with Mac's pounding. He heard Mac cry out his release, and then he was coming again, semen running down his fingers to drip on the kitchen floor beneath him.

As their movements slowed, Methos' knees couldn't take any more, and he collapsed to the floor, Mac falling on top of him. They were sweaty, sticky, and panting too hard to speak. After a few moments, Mac rolled off of Methos and stretched out on the floor beside him. He looked over and grinned.

"Well. That was fun. Even better than the original dessert I had planned."

"Yeah, well next time I get to be the one who dips you in chocolate and tops you off with whipped cream."

"Fine with me. I think there's some chocolate left in the bowl up there."

Methos rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up off the floor with a grunt. "Sorry. At the moment I hear the shower calling my name," he said as he headed for the bathroom. He turned to look at Mac, sprawled naked on the kitchen floor, a wild tangle of hair framing his handsome face. He looked completely debauched, and Methos grinned. "You could join me..."

The smile he received in response was as brilliant as it was naughty. Methos watched Mac rise gracefully from the floor and close the refrigerator door. "By the way, you never said when the repairman was coming to fix the air conditioning."

"He can't be here until tomorrow," Mac answered as he strode across the loft.

"Tomorrow? That's it. We're sleeping at my place tonight," Methos said, reaching into the shower to turn on the water.

"Well, that depends," Mac said with a huge grin "What do you have in your refrigerator?"

Methos pushed Mac into the shower and followed, closing the door behind him. "Not much. How do you feel about honey?"

"Sounds sticky."

"You have a problem with sticky?" Methos said as he reached for the soap and began lathering Mac's chest.

"Oh, no. I'm just seeing a pattern here...chocolate, sex, shower...honey, sex, shower..."

"Well if you'd rather, we could just go to Joe's," Methos murmured as he shoved Mac under the shower's spray.

"No, no, sticky will be fine," Mac said, water running over his face.

"Good," Methos said with a smile before leaning through the spray of water to kiss him.



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