Capture The Moment (boyxboy)

Chapter 11: Desire

"Just...touch me God damn it!"

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Roshan looks down at their connected hands, then up at Clark. "I...I think..." he begins, but stops midway. Did he really want to say exactly what was on his mind? That he wanted to pull Clark close in a heated embrace, to tear off his clothes and pleasure him until they both saw stars. 

"What do you want to say?" Clark prompts. 

"I...I think it would be nice to go for coffee some time." Roshan manages to respond. 

Clark smiles at the answer. "Sounds nice, I'd like that." He then leans forward and speaks low in Roshan's ear. "Do I get a chef's kiss before I go?" 

Roshan moves back his head, making eye contact with the other. "Ok." He utters back as their lips again make contact. Roshan restrains himself as much as he can, pushing his desires to the back of his mind as after a few seconds, he pulls away, leaving Clark statuesque with his eyes still closed. He opens them a few seconds later, a big grin spreading across his face. 

"You know I meant a sticker right?" He says with his grin turning into a smile. 

Roshan lets go of Clark's hands and smacks him lightly on the arm. "Hey, stop it, no you didn't." 

"No, I didn't." Clark says laughing as he rubs his arm lightly. He looks down at his feet before looking up again. "So, when do you want to do this, you know, go for coffee?" 

"How about Saturday, maybe we could go for lunch?" Roshan suggests. 

"Lunch, that could work. I could close my store for an hour." Clark replies with a smile. 

"You have a store?" Roshan questions. 

"Yeah. It's a little nichè bookstore. Not to everyone's taste but I like it. That's why I enrolled in a night class. I wanted to further my understanding of languages..." As soon as the sentence left his lips, Clark screwed his eyes tightly closed and grimaced. This only made Roshan smile. 

"So you actually did attend the wrong class." he replies with a knowing smile. 

"You got me." Clark says now, opening his eyes, trying to smile away his embarrassment.

"Well I'm glad you decided to stick around." Roshan adds, playfully pushing Clark's shoulder. "But if you are, we need rules." 

"What do you mean by rules?" Clark wonders as he now folds his arms. 

"This is my classroom. My place of work and while you are in here, you need to stop teasing me during lessons." 

"When have I done that?" Clark protests. 

"Being suggestive with your banana for one." Roshan says, raising an eyebrow. 

"Hey, I was hungry and just forgot what I was doing for a moment. Besides...was I the one being all 'hands on' when cutting that apple?" 

"That was teaching."

"That was flirting." 

"You started it." 

"Do I need to shut your mouth?" 

"Hell Yes."

Once again there they were, out of nowhere, lips locked. Desire overtaking logic as their bodies pressed together. Clark begins to breathe heavily as he pulls back a little. "Your rules...what about...your rules?" 

"Class is over." Roshan mumbles, as he laces his fingers around the nape of Clark's neck, pulling him back, as their lips once again crash together. 

Soon clothes are being untucked as Roshan's fingers find their way under Clark's shirt. The feel of the skin under Roshan's fingertips was warm and soon those fingers were around the front, unbuttoning Clark's shirt. "Mmm Why...why do you make me so reckless?" He moans into Clark's mouth as the shirt gets pulled back, now hanging loose on Clark's arms, revealing a white vest.

"You do the same to me." Clark hums back as he fumbles for the buckle of Roshan's belt, momentarily pulling away to see what he is doing. He glances up at Roshan's face,  his eyes seeking pleasure, lips slightly parted. "Is this ok?" He asks in a hurry, not stopping what he is doing.  

"Just...just shut up and do it before I stop myself." Roshan begins to pant as his hands find Clark's hips as he feels he will need to hold onto something pretty soon. 

Clark smirks at the reply, now unbuttoning his own fly. Roshan looks down to see what Clark is doing. Seeing something large emerge from Clark's underwear.  "You're healthy." He comments, automatically swallowing at the sight. 

"You did this Chef. You know that, with your attractive sexy hands." Clark complains as he again tackles Roshan's zipper. He now looks down between them. "Is everything about you so sexy?"

"Just...touch me God damn it." Roshan complains, the sexual frustration mounting in his bones and between his legs.

"Yes chef." Clark replies, as he wraps a hand around both their sexes. They feel hot in his hand and Clark can feel the intensity of his sensitive flesh against Roshan's hardness. 

"Oh...oh...shit...oh God. I'm...being so unprofessional." Roshan moans in between the jerking motions Clark's hand was creating. "I...prepare..f...food in here. I'm being so dirty...fuck!" 

"Is that your... dirty talk?" Clark huffs, a little amused. 

"No...I....I was thinking...out loud...why? D...do you...like it?" 

"I just...wanna hear you..." Clark confesses. "Hear you moan." 

"Keep going....just keep going." Roshan pants as he leans forward to catch Clark's lips, creating wet sloppy tongue tangling kisses, moans and hums as the temperature in the kitchen begins to rise. 

"I'm close Chef." Clark hums as he momentarily detaches his lips, locking eyes with Roshan's. 

Roshan just nods as he lets his head roll back and emits a glorious moan. "Aahh God!" He lifts up his head and stares at Clark, who is looking down between them, as he watches his hand get covered in Chef's special sauce. This was all he needed to release. 

He looks at Roshan, who is still looking at him, mouth agape. "Mmmmm" he hums as he leans forward for one more kiss, before reaching out and placing a hand around the nape of Roshan's neck, pressing their now hot and sweaty foreheads together. "That felt so good." He pants. Still a little breathless. 

Roshan smiles, laughing lightly at the comment. "Good and unexpected." He adds. 

They now pull away from each other, with Clark heading to a nearby sink to wash his hands, before getting his clothes back in order. Roshan watches Clark as he does up his own belt, watching how this man whom he had just been intimate with, washed up so diligently. So orderly. The guy had said it once already, but it left Roshan wondering. He didn't usually do this kind of thing. Maybe it was true. There he was. Clark, away from the mists of desire they had both found themselves in, seemed different, but in some ways the same. Maybe when they were together, it encouraged them to step out of their comfort zones.  

"Are you ok?" Roshan is brought around when Clark finishes his task, now drying his hands one last time on a tea towel as he faces him. 

"I'm ok." Roshan smiles. "You know that's twice you have messed with my head and challenged my morals" He says guilty.  

"Same." Clark replies and this time Roshan truly believed him. Joining in with the laughter. "So, the coffee. Are we calling it a date?"

"Sure, we can call it a date, but I can't help feeling that we are doing things the wrong way around." Roshan wonders. 

Clark again takes Roshan by the hand. "One thing I do know is that you are questioning everything I thought I knew about myself." 

"Me too." Roshan says, looking down, as a blush painted his cheeks. "Me too."