Solomon Julian Charbonneau (julesignacio) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-04-24 15:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | jeremie charbonneau, jules charbonneau |
Who Jules and Jeremie
What Cookies Competition
Where The Charbonneau kitchen
Warning Oral Smex & Language
Status Complete
Jeremie Charbonneau:
After the day's work was finished, Jeremie trudged up to their farm house with a good, pulsing ache in his back from all the time on the tractor. He also had grass clippings -everywhere-, he noticed, and some interesting green stains on his jeans. Ah, well. They'd just join all the other grass and feed stains on his jeans. It happened. When he was inside he kicked off his boots, and even went so far to strip off those jeans and his overshirt and leave them hanging up by the back door to throw into the wash later. "Jules! Where are you, baby?" he called into the house as he immediately gravitated towards the fridge in his boxers and white shirt.
(11:41:00 PM) SJulianIgnacio:
Jules on the other hand, on the farm or not, was getting rather gussied up for no reason at all other than to look at himself in the mirror. So there he was calling back to Jeremie from the kitchen in one of his more effeminate fashions, eyes all dolled up and all, baking. The fresh warm scent of chocolate chip cookies wafting easily through the air. "I'm in here baby!" Then he turned seeing he didn't need to yell so loudly as Jeremie entered. "Don't fill up baby. I'm making you something special."
(11:44:43 PM) Jeremie Charbonneau:
Jeremie stopped midway towards the fridge and looked Jules up and down, getting a funny little quirk of a smile on his face. "Hot damn, baby. What's the occasion?" For show, he licked his lips exaggeratedly and then continued on to the fridge, where he proceeded to stand there and pat his belly absently while staring inside. Eventually he chose the jug of orange juice and upended it into his mouth, drinking out of the bottle.
(11:48:16 PM) SJulianIgnacio:
"Oh I don't know. Maybe I just got inspired to treat my man to something sweet for turning down that assignment. Errr. At least when it comes to being right in it that is." Jules came around behind Jeremie and looped his arms around his waist and stuck his chin atop his shoulder. "You looked like you wanted to eat me again." He giggled.
(11:52:52 PM) Jeremie Charbonneau:
At first Jeremie acted like being hugged from behind was no big deal, calmly capping the juice and putting it back in the fridge, then finally closing it. He was a litlte disappointed that at a time like this he had to smell like juice and grass clippings, but Jules had never complained, so what of it? Once he was done he turned around and gave Jules a naughty grin, putting his hands low on his hips and pushing him towards the counter. "Maybe I do. You said you have something sweet for me. Is this it right here?" He ducked his head and took a nibble of the side of Jules's neck, looking for perfume. When he got back up to his ear, he nuzzled it with his nose and asked, "So you're really happy about that?"
(12:03:37 AM) SJulianIgnacio:
OH man did Jules shutter with the touch of his Jeremie's breath to his neck. He could still do that, even with all the familiarity. Even his breathing became uneven, broken amidst the airy giggle that he attempted to not let escape in response. "I am. I want you home with me. Like right now. Like all the time. Just like always. Like it used to be. I don't even need heaven, not if I always have this." Jules wasn't trying to be clever or metaphorical. He was being perfectly honest.
(12:12:26 AM) Jeremie Charbonneau:
It was kind of amusing that he could manage to do that without being cleaned up in the slightest. Maybe Jules did have more of a thing for rugged men than he let on? Not that Jeremie was complaining. He just smiled to himself at the reaction, letting his palms rest on Jules's sides and slowly drawing them up his body, enjoying the feel of his pretty clothes and his even prettier shape. "Don't say it like that. We're just making ourselves a new heaven, aren't we? A little piece right here, just like before." Jeremie paused to playfully kiss Jules's cheek, teasing him with such a friendly, mild touch of his lips and no more of the hot stuff he was building up to.
(12:32:58 AM) SJulianIgnacio:
Jules loved Jeremie inside and out and had always been attracted to the grins and sparkles in his vampire's eyes that looked out from under the most unkempt hair. Somehow that had always been part of the attraction. Jules had cocky ass pretty boys and hardcore over glammed dominates out the wazzoo in his life, but that certain softness, certain humbleness he did not. He wanted it from the very start. But, when Jeremie turned Jules world into playful kisses he started to giggle for real, chest jostling, apple cheeks pooching. Then he started to shift his shoulders back and forth like he was trying to get away, but wasn't really making much effort to actually pull away.
(12:38:44 AM) Jeremie Charbonneau:
The way he responded with that adorable laugh was just so perfect that there was no way Jules was escaping whether he wanted to or not. Whatever made him love Jeremie, Jeremie was incredibly glad for it, because every little sound Jules made or movement under his hands was divine. It was so easy just to press into him and drink him up, and when Jeremie was in as good a mood as he was he didn't hold back. He finally decided to swallow those giggles in a big kiss, squeezing Jules tight to him and sighing "Mmmm" in appreciation. He murmured softly into Jules's lips, eyes cracked open just enough to stare into his. "You really do look amazing. Are you supposed to be dessert tonight, sweet treat? Because tonight feels like a dessert before dinner night."
(12:53:44 AM) SJulianIgnacio:
Those giggles just kept rollling out till they were stopped by that kiss and what a kiss it was. There was such a change in demeanor somewhere in the middle of that kiss, from giggly, to completely taken, and lost in the other. Jules came out of that one sighing. "Is that how I get you to pay attention to me? Just not cook desert from now on so you're forced to look at me?" Then Jules gave him a playful swat as his eyes widened in a jolt remembering he was baking cookies, "OH oh oh... let go. I don't want to burn the cookies." He pleaded trying to make a move to save them.
(1:01:55 AM) Jeremie Charbonneau:
Hmmmm. Should Jeremie let go? He didn't let go right away when he was swatted, just letting it hit him while he pressed closer to Jules. He took a step and then another until he could brush up against him and have him trapped on the other side by the counter. Then he grinned again, even more mischievous than before. "No." he said simply. "You get me to pay attention to you by being amazingly hot, as usual." For a second, Jeremie looked down at his husband's body, proud of his own initiative to come up with something that would get him excited and take him off guard. Then he had an idea to take it further. "Tell you what, baby." Jeremie nipped at his lip again. "I'll let you save your precious cookies if you can come before they burn." His hand immediately went to Jules's belt with the challenge, one eyebrow raised in questioning.
(1:19:46 AM) SJulianIgnacio:
Oh dear. Jules wasn't even sure he could remember how long ago he'd put the things in the oven. The fact he could smell them warming up at all was a sign they were practically done. Cookies never took long to bake. But, Jules couldn't even seem to focus on that. It was like everything outside of he needed to hurry up and cum was drained right from his brain out his ear, cause it simply was nowhere near his thoughts. Jules didn't even answer or agree, at least not verbally. His hasty little hands snatched up his belt and unbuckled it like a pro with his non-dominate hand, left, while his right grabbed his husband's and slapped it right around the shaft of his cock. His own hand molded right around it. His jaw fell slack and his body leaned heavily against the other like his knees had given and Jeremie was his only support system as let out a groan with the first thrust down and up. That hardly under voluntary control gaping mouth of his kept burying itself in Jeremie's neck, trying to nip and mouth at his skin, "Love your touch. Fuck yeah. Jermie's touch." That left hand of his reaching between Jeremie's legs to squeeze him right through the fabric which caused more musing to slip out, "Ohhhhhhh fuck, yeah there's that cock. God how it fills me" It was like under Jules heavy eyes he was gearing himself up with thoughts that turned him on, to get himself to cum faster, "Oh god I love when it cums hot all over my chest." Jules was gone. So gone.
(1:31:15 AM) Jeremie Charbonneau:
Jeremie had to laugh out loud at the flurry of activity Jules suddenly put himself into. "You really want those cookies, don't you?" he asked, turning his chin up to deflect the nip Jules was trying to give him. All throughout that action, Jeremie had remained calm and cool, determined to take his time just to frustrate Jules further. At least he had gotten the message across that Jules wasn't getting out of this, and now he was going to press it in a little further. Instead of generously stroking Jules's cock until he fulfilled the terms of rescuing his cookies, Jeremie took his hand back and stuck it firmly to the middle of Jules's chest, pushing him back. "Mm-mm," he hummed to signal a no. Then he started to sink to his knees on the kitchen floor. One hand slid around and cupped Jules's thigh gently - no rocking around to make this go faster - and the other enveloped his shaft again. He put his mouth around him and gave him a long, languid suck from base to tip.
(1:46:15 AM) SJulianIgnacio:
Jules inititally had a look of panic, like Jeremie's whole next move was an act of torturous agony. His hands still out waving desperate to touch what he needed to get off. But, then down Jeremie went and holy crabtrees Jules face flushed a shade of red only fit for a whore's vanity box, the vessels in his face popping. "Ohhhhhhhh god." This was actually a cry out when his husband wrapped his warm wet mouth around him. His fingers combed through that dirty blonde head of hair and fisted it hard.
(1:57:42 AM) Jeremie Charbonneau:
There was nothing like watching Jules enjoy himself when he got so into it, turning that interesting color and nearly tearing off bits of Jeremie's hair. That was as good an indication as any to give him more, but Jeremie still managed to hold off and make sure that before he gave him another suck, he had thoroughly flicked and teased him with his tongue, tickling the edges of that shiny silver ball in his skin. It was amazingly fun to play with, slowly twirling it and tugging it with his lips. Jeremie slid the head of Jules's cock into his mouth just far enough to cover the piercing, and then withdrew with a quick pop so that the piercing was tugged again just a little. He glanced up to see what new color Jules would turn next.
(2:15:41 AM) SJulianIgnacio:
Jules' noises became whimpers, his thighs trembling. Jules really wasn't going to last long at all and all things considering that was probably a good thing in this instance. A new squeak came out when that barbell was tugged, but what also happened was his close eyed face turned up a grin. It was almost lewd in nature, that bit of mild pain still able to draw him into a world of pleasure. "G..g..g.g..g.g.g.g.g.g.g.g.g..ggg... gonna" came stuttering out. He was so very close already. Maybe those cookies wouldnt burn after all?
(2:30:25 AM) Jeremie Charbonneau:
Maybe they wouldn't burn. They certainly smelled wonderful, not that Jeremie cared after his initial trip into the kitchen. The cookies had slipped his mind by now, after that thorough teasing and feeling the tremors shocking through Jules's skin. He made his own appreciative noise at that, his free hand gripping and kneading over one side of Jules's ass. Now he had moved into a steady stroke, keeping him cupped at the base but rapidly sucking the rest back and forth, in and out of his mouth. He didn't move away in response to what Jules was starting to say, anticipating it with the same motions.
(2:49:12 AM) SJulianIgnacio:
That squeeze did it. It was like it squeezed it right out of him. He had an affinity to when Jeremie fondled him there, slapped him there, gave him teasing spankings. Jules' head slung back like it was shot from a slingshot off the back of his neck. Garbled noises mixed with the salavation in his throat jumbling whatever groan was trying to release from that voicebox. His belly jolted along with each tiny pump his hips shook out as he came, thick jets released, his hand petting through Jeremie's hair as way to calm himself in the afters.
(3:02:31 AM) Jeremie Charbonneau:
Jeremie had him just halfway in when it happened, so was able to accomodate the sensation while still cleaning him off with one last pull out. He lingered there for a moment to keep him warm until he came down, letting Jules stroke his hair and feeling very soothed by it himself. A sense of satisfaction came over him that he was able to bring Jules such lovely sensations, ones that he couldn't help but think were better shared. He slowly stood back up and leaned in close, ready to kiss him deeply if he wanted a taste of what he'd done to him.
(3:18:49 AM) SJulianIgnacio:
That was perfect. Simply perfect, at least to Jules' standards loving how Jeremie stayed and nurtured it just the right amount of time. Jeremie was never hasty when it came to pleasure and it was times like these Jules really appreciated it. His eyes were still heavy from the effects of his body being rushed with such bliss when Jeremie came in for that kiss. And heavier arms slipped up and around Jeremie's neck as his angelic husband opened that kiss through to the depths digging deep in remembrance of a spark that never dies, the flames right then being fanned, feeling so hot in the face. His silver painted fingertips ended up on the sides of Jeremie's cheeks as he pulled back, a soft grin clinging to his face, unwipable, but lazy. "I love you" the words were still lost in a hearthy voice that wasn't quite like his own. He was getting lost then in Jeremie's eyes. Still the cookies hadn't been thought of and the slight just beginning to burn fragrance began to sting his own eyes.
(3:24:34 AM) Jeremie Charbonneau:
Jeremie couldn't imagine really rushing Jules. Everything about him was inviting, and aside from wanting to show him a relaxed frame of mind, he wanted to linger there himself and enjoy him wholly. As he kissed him he pulled him back into an embrace, this one a tender one, with both arms around his back to cradle him. When he pulled back he smiled affectionately, just lightly turning his head from side to side to brush the tip of his nose against Jules's. "I love you," he answered back, but then he paused. His nose wrinkled. "Aw God, the cookies!" he gasped when he realized what it was, immediately unraveling his arms from around Jules but only so that he could stay there so Jeremie himself shoved his arm into the oven mitt and yanked the pan with the very brown cookies out of the oven. Grimacing, he set them on top and turned off the heat. "Almost made it... but not quite."
(3:43:48 AM) SJulianIgnacio:
When Jeremie got those cookies outta the oven Jules went and snatched up Jeremie's wrist. "You don't look half bad in oven mitts." He smirked too tucking himself back in with his other hand. "Does you hanging up your guns mean you're going to try and take my place in the kitchen?" He was chuckling too. "Fuck baby. Those burnt cookies were sooooooooo worth that feeling I just had." He admitted. This was them though. This was a pretty typical day in the life of the Charbonneau family and that was the kind of day Jules wished to have from then on and forever. He didn't want a thing to ever change and that showed in the way his eyes were alight in the moment as compared to most days in Boston. He was very happy.