Dinner and a Movie by scheherezhad

Rating: R, I guess (I'm bad a ratings)

Summary: Sometimes things just fall into place.

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own 'em, I just like to play with them, so don't sue me.

Author's notes: The smutty bit I promised krysis_.

Feedback: Please. Praise me, criticise me, outright flame me. I don't care; I just want to know what you really think. scheherezhad@yahoo.com

It starts out as dinner and a cheesy movie, sitting in the living room floor with the hummus and pita between them. They laugh at the old horror movie's outdated special effects, and they make stupid comments and talk back to the screen. He can't remember ever seeing Kurama so relaxed.

When the gyros are gone, they clean up and decide to watch another movie, but there's not really anything on except some weird foreign art film with subtitles. They settle in to watch anyway, and somehow Yusuke ends up lounging against Kurama's side on the couch, and he knows he's never seen Kurama sprawl.

The movie turns out to be pretty good, even though Kurama has to explain it sometimes, and the redhead's shoulder makes an excellent pillow. He likes listening to that low, soft voice and feeling it vibrating through his body. It's comfortable and intimate, and turning his head a bit, he finds a hot mouth closing over his, still tasting of hummus and cucumber sauce and spice from their dinner.

He kisses back as well as he knows how, sinking into it and sucking on Kurama's tongue, feeling things finally shifting into place. He's never fit so well against anyone.

A few adjustments have them stretched out on the couch, Kurama on top of Yusuke, and the spirit detective undoes Kurama's pants and slips his hand down them. He wraps sure fingers around the quickly hardening shaft, drawing it out. The action provokes a breathy moan, and a reciprocating hand pulls Yusuke's cock from his jeans, gripping firmly.

Yusuke clutches at Kurama's biceps as the redhead strokes him slowly, and his clothing is too constricting. He stops things long enough for them to undress, then they return to exploring, hands and mouths wandering and feeling so right.

Now it is all skin on skin, the head of his cock pushing wetly against Kurama's hip. He finds that licking Kurama's nipple makes him bite his lip and lose his rhythm, so Yusuke experiments with sucking and biting. A sharp nip, and Kurama's hips jerk against his; the demon shudders with pleasure but pushes Yusuke down, moving to kneel between his legs.

His eyes widen as he realizes what that means, and it makes him dizzy with lust. The way Kurama looks at him is so intense that his cock twitches, then there is nothing but heat and suction. He hears someone screaming, and unless there's a third person in the room, it must be him because Kurama's mouth is still on his cock.

It doesn't last long, but Kurama knows what he's doing and makes every second count. Then Yusuke is pulling him up and licking his way into Kurama's mouth, tasting himself on his tongue. One of his hands slides down again to wrap around Kurama's cock, fingers tightening on the upstroke, and he loves the way Kurama bites his lip against shuddery moans.

Kurama's orgasm is quiet and messy and something Yusuke would like very much to see again. And again and again...and maybe they should have Greek food together more often.