Part One
"Hello?"
Joe walks down the hall of the rented house, looking for any sign of life.
"Hello? Anyone else home?" he calls out, growing nervous.
He had been mildly sick and in desperate need for companionship, and he knew he had gotten on everyone's nerves.
"You people left me," he pouted, walking through the living room, heading for the kitchen.
Hearing a noise he stopped walking and listened.
"Hello?" he calls out carefully, looking for a weapon.
A sudden waft of something filled his nostrils and his mouth watered slightly.
Curious now, he carefully walks into the kitchen, peering around the corner.
His shoulders relaxing when he spots you by the stove, he walks over and taps your back.
Screaming, startled, you whip around and stare at Joe with wide eyes and a pounding heart.
"My bad," Joe winces, seeing your headphones in your ears.
"Jesus, Joe!" you yelp, hitting his shoulder and then resting a hand on your heart.
"I'm sorry," he chuckles, stepping away from you and sitting at the table.
You shake your head and turn back to the stove, ditching your iPod.
"What are you making?" Joe asks you.
"Chocolate soup," you reply, trying to focus.
"What is that?"
"I can't tell you what's in it, it's a secret. Shouldn't you be in bed?" you ask.
"I'm tired of being in bed," Joe whines, making you smile.
"Well, tough. You're sick so go back to bed."
"Yes, Drill Sergeant," he smiles, setting his head on the table.
"Joe, really," you say, turning from the stove and looking at him, "you need to rest."
"I can rest here. I hate being alone when I'm sick," he says, closing his eyes.
"Yeah, we all know that now," you chuckle.
"Is that why everyone left? Was I smothering them?"
"No, they left so they could go...um, horseback...riding," you lie, shaking your head.
Joe's eyes open and he looks at you, amused. "That was the worst lie ever."
"I know," you sigh, shrugging.
"But thanks for trying."
"Don't feel bad. You were just clinging to everyone and making them feel like they were suffocating, so they went out for a few hours to get away from you," you say, turning back to the stove.
"Oh, thanks," Joe says sarcastically.
"Sorry," you mumble, stirring the soup.
"Why didn't you go with them?" he asks a moment later.
"Oh, uh, I wanted to make...this."
You look at the soup and frown.
You hear him get up and you try to ignore your still pounding heart.
You swallow when you feel his chin rest on your shoulder, his eyes looking into the pot.
"Smells good," he says, his breath tickling your ear.
"Yeah," you say, meaning him and not the soup.
"Can I taste it?" he asks, his arms wrapping around your waist in a friendly matter.
"Not yet, it's not ready," you reply, trying to control yourself.
"Are you sure?" he asks, and you watch as he dips a finger in the pot and then steps away from you.
You turn around and watch with wide eyes as he slips the chocolate covered finger into his mouth.
Swallowing, you find yourself staring at him.
His tight black pants, loose white v-neck shirt, black beanie and dark framed glasses taunt you.
The crush you have on Joe, if possible, has just gotten bigger.
You can only imagine the way his lips feel as they are sucking on his finger, and you let out a breath as you think about it.
His finger slides out of his mouth and his tounge traces his upper lip, removing any chocolate from it.
"Tastes good to me," he shrugs.
"Just good?" you ask, disappointed.
You see Joe hesitate, searching for a reply.
You frown and walk to the fridge, opening it and looking in for a moment before returning to the stove and adding to the pot.
"I-I didn't mean that it-"
"Shh," you say, calculating measurements in your head.
You watch Joe move out of the corner of your eye, and he leans against the stove right next to you, watching you add things to the pot.
"Chili pepper?" he asks as you shake the bottle.
"I said shh," you say, looking up at him.
Joe bites his lip, smiling, and nods.
Ten minutes later you're stirring the chocolate and watching as the thick mixture turns in the pot.
"Now is it ready?" Joe asks quietly.
"Maybe," you reply, smelling the aroma coming from the stove.
You feel Joe's eyes on you, so you look over and meet his gaze.
He smiles slowly and you watch as he again dips a finger in the chocolate and moves the finger towards his lips.
Quickly you smack his hand, and the chocolate flys off his finger and lands on his shirt.
"Dude!" he exclaims, looking down.
You giggle quietly and turn the stove down, ignoring him.
"Not cool. My shirt is going to stain," Joe mutters.
"Poor baby," you coo sarcastically, giving the pot another stir.
"I'm sick," Joe whimpers, his fingers moving for the pot again.
"Don't do it. Don't you do - Joe!" you exclaim, watching as he grins and dips two fingers in the mixture.
Grabbing his wrist, you shake the chocolate off of it and giggle as his eyes widen, the hot mixture hitting his skin.
"Ow," he states, trying to pull his hand back.
You don't let go and as he pulls, you soon find yourself pressed against him, both of you looking up and wrestling for control over his hand.
"Let me go," Joe says, trying not to laugh at the situation.
"Apologize," you say, gripping his wrist.
"For what?" he asks.
"Eating my soup before I got to taste it," you say, bracing your hand on the stove just next to Joe's side as you tried to keep his arm in the air.
"Well I haven't tasted it since you added all that stuff to it, so taste it now," he says, finally looking down at you.
You turn your head and look back at him, swallowing once you realize just how close you two are.
Joe clears his throat and you release his hand, but don't move.
"Um, I-"
"Taste it," Joe interrupts, his voice quiet.
You look towards the pot, but his skin catches your eye.
There's a gob of chocolate that hit his neck and slid down, resting on his collarbone.
Your heart begins to pound at the thought of what you want to do.
You want to taste the chocolate.
You want to taste him.
Your friendship is strong, but right now you don't give a damn about ruining it.
Leaning your head in, you hear him suck in a breath.
Your lips rest on his collarbone, the taste of the chocolate filling your mouth and making you moan.
The chili pepper was definately a good call.
Your tounge flicks the bone, and your lips suck where the chocolate had been.
Following the trail of chocolate, your tounge glides up Joe's neck, and you pull back once you can't taste chocolate anymore.
Licking your lips, the soup better than you imagined, you look at Joe nervously.
His eyes are closed, his head tilted back and his lips parted.
"Joe?" you ask quietly.
His eyes open slowly and his head tilts down, his eyes dark as they look at you.
"I want to taste it," he says, his voice rough.
You nod and stand there, waiting.
He gives you a look and you look at the pot, then him.
Dipping a finger into the chocolate, you look at Joe and then raise your hand.
You move your hand slowly, hesitantly up to his lips.
Joe parts his lips and you slide your finger into his mouth, swallowing when you feel his tounge swirling around it.
His eyes flutter shut at the taste and your breathing increases as he sucks on your finger gently.
His lips drag along your finger a final time and he releases it before looking at you and licking his lips.
You watch Joe dip a finger into the chocolate, suck on his finger for a moment and then offer you the rest of the chocolate on his long digit.
Opening your mouth slightly, he slides his finger into your mouth and keeps his eyes locked on yours and you suck the chocolate off.
You watch his adam's apple jerk as he swallows, and you swirl your tounge around his finger.
Joe dips his other hand into the chocolate, two fingers coming out of the pot coated in chocolate, and sucks on them gently.
Letting his finger go, you watch him for a moment, trying to figure out what to do and where this is going.
Chocolate still on his fingers, Joe removes them from his mouth and looks at you.
Your bodies are still touching, and you swear you feel heat radiating from below his belt.
Bravely, you take his hand and lick one of his fingers clean.
Joe looks at the remaining finger covered in chocolate and gently touches your skin with it, chocolate staining your neck.
Wrapping his hand behind your neck, he tilts your head back and then places his lips on your skin.
His lips suck gently, his tounge removing all chocolate from your skin.
You hear the pot rattle as he gets more on his finger, then flinch as the warm chocolate touches your neck, his lips never leaving your skin.
You can smell the chocolate as his lips get near your jawbone, and your fingers grip the edge of the stove as his tounge glides along the bone.
Your heads tilt at the same time and you feel Joe wrap an arm around your back, your hips pushing into his, and you feel his breath on your lips.
His thumb brushes your lips, and you taste chocolate.
Removing his thumb, he looks at you for a few seconds before finally leaning in.
His tounge glides along your bottom lip, tasting chocolate, and you shudder at the feeling.
"You taste so good," Joe whispers against your lips.
You press your body into his, and there's no mistaking the hardness that you feel.
"I want to taste you," you say, your lips brushing as you speak.
Joe sucks on your bottom lip, releases it and then finally presses his lips to yours.
The taste of each other and the chocolate combined makes you both moan quietly.
You find yourself gripping Joe's thin shirt and deepening the kiss.
Joe parts his lips and you go in search of his tounge.
Finding it, you suck on it hard, tasting chocolate on it.
Moaning, Joe sets both hands on your hips and slides them under your shirt and up your sides.
You release his tounge and kiss him heatedly, your nails scratching down his biceps as you kiss.
Removing his hands from your sides, Joe grips your hips and then turns you around so he's pressing you into the side of the stove.
His lips detach from yours and replace themselves on your neck, trailing down to your collarbones.
His teeth graze the tender skin around your collarbones, and you moan quietly.
Your arms wrap around his, pulling his focus off your skin and onto your face.
Looking at you, his eyes heavy with lust, you feel his chest move rapidly as his breathing increases.
Tilting your hips up, you grip his and pull his hips against yours.
You watch Joe's lips part at the friction and his eyes become slightly glassy.
You reach over and dip your fingers into the cooling chocolate, your tastebuds craving more.
Sucking on a finger, you watch Joe gulp and find yourself smiling.
"Tease," he rasps, his fingers clutching your hips.
You run your tounge along a finger, holding his gaze.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," you smirk, dipping a chocolate covered finger into his mouth and then removing it as soon as his tounge touched it.
His eyes narrow and he looks at the pot of chocolate.
"What?" you ask, following his gaze.
"I was just...imagining something," Joe replies, glancing at you.
"What, me covered in chocolate?" you joke.
"That's part of it," he says, licking his lips.
You feel your stomach flip, and his hips grind against yours.
"What did you have in mind?" you ask, closing your eyes as his hips circled.
"You and me, my bed, and this pot of chocolate," Joe says, nipping your bottom lip.
You moan quietly and nod.
"You don't know how long I've-"
"I know, me too," Joe says hotly against your lips.
You capture his lips, kissing him deeply, your body responding to him immediately.
Suddenly, you both pull and look at each other.
"What was-"
"We're back!"
"No," Joe groans, hearing his brother's voice flow through the house.
You bite your lip, figuring this would happen.
His lips brush yours again and you make an attempt to push him away.
"No, no, no," Joe says against your lips.
His lips go up to your ear, kissing your cheek along the way.
"I want you. I want you so bad," he whispers, making you shiver.
You hear your name being called, and you successfully push Joe off of you and turn back to the stove quickly.
You hear Joe groan quietly and hear a chair scrape the floor as he sits down at the table.
"Hey."
You look over and see Joe's brother enter the kitchen.
"Hey, Kevin," you say quietly.
"Look who's out of bed," Kevin chuckles, looking at Joe.
You look over at Joe and notice him sitting at an awkward angle.
Chuckling, you pick up the pot and walk across the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Kevin asks you, amused.
"If I leave chocolate down here, it'll be gone by the time I get out of the shower. So, I'm taking it with me," you say, biting your lower lip slightly.
"True," Kevin nods.
You look over at Joe and your eyes meet
Joe gives you a look and you nod slightly, smirking at him.
"I'll see you guys later," you say, turning and walking out of the kitchen.
"I should get back to bed. I'm really tired," you hear Joe say once you get to the hallway.
You walk down the hall and go into your room, setting the chocolate down on your dresser and looking around nervously.
Would he actually follow you?
You run a hand through your hair nervously as you glance at the clock.
It's been five minutes.
Sighing, you walk over and sit on your bed.
"Too good to be true," you say quietly, lying back on your bed.
The smell of chocolate greets you and you glance over at the pot, frowning.
Now you had a pot of chocolate in your room and nothing to do with it.
A light tap on your door makes you freeze and your head turns until you're looking at the door.
Sitting up carefully, you listen until you hear another series of taps.
Getting up you walk over and open your door slowly.
Joe's lip is bitten as he looks at you from the hallway.
"You...came," you say, slightly shocked.
"I tend to stick to my word," he shrugs.
"Uh, come in," you say.
He glances up and down the hall and then steps into your room.
You shut the door quickly and find yourself locking it.
You turn around and lean against your door as you watch Joe looking around.
"I haven't been in here in awhile," he says, sitting on your bed and looking at you.
"You've been sick," you remind him.
He smiles slightly and nods.
You nod back and then look around nervously, not knowing what to do.
"Come here," Joe says.
You look at him and hesitate, then walk over to him slowly.
You stop once your knees touch, and look at him.
"Come here," Joe laughs, reaching for you and sensing your nervousness.
Stepping between his legs you set your hands on his shoulders and smile softly when you feel his hands on your hips.
"I'm not going to bite you," he says, pulling on your hips until you have no choice but to straddle him.
"Why not?" you ask, your eyes fluttering when you feel the heat from his jeans.
Joe's eyebrows raise and he smirks.
"Didn't you come in here with chocolate?" he asks.
You nod and point behind him.
"Can I have some?"
"Yeah," you say, getting off of him and fetching the pot.
Walking back over to him your steps slow as your eyes meet and his fingers move to the bottom of his shirt.
Joe gets up and walks over to you, dipping a finger in the chocolate and then placing his finger in his mouth.
Once his finger is clean he removes it from his mouth, and you watch in awe as he slowly removes his shirt and drops it to the floor.
Your eyes trail over the lightly toned muscles, and you sigh quietly.
Joe smirks and steps into you, taking the pot away from you.
"You look nervous," he says, kissing your cheek gently.
"I am," you admit.
"Why?"
"Because we're friends and I don't want this to be weird. Plus, your family is right down the hall," you say, for some reason now thinking this is a bad idea.
Joe nods slowly and steps away from you.
"Tell you what. I'm going to take the chocolate and go eat it in my room while you decide what you want to do, okay? I don't want this to be weird," he says, picking his shirt up and putting it on, then heading for the door.
"You what?" you asked in shock.
"Come find me when you decide," Joe says, smiling at you and then leaving your room.
You stare at your door, shocked.
You bite your lip, and really begin to think.
You think about how he looks sucking chocolate off of his fingers.
The way he's gentle with you, making you feel safe no matter what you're doing.
The way his pants cling to him.
His tan arms wrapped around your waist.
His lightly toned muscles.
The way he looks at you.
How he kisses.
You clear your throat and go to your door, opening it, glancing down the hall and then hurrying down it.
You knock on the door gently and it opens in seconds.
Joe allows you to step inside and you watch him lock his door before turning to you.
"Hi," he says, a smile playing on his lips.
You step over to him, your hands resting on his hips, and kiss his neck briefly.
Feeling his hands slide onto your lower back, you press yourself into him and place your lips on his neck again.
Sucking gently, you move up until you're on his jawbone.
Tracing it with your tounge, you feel his fingers dig into your skin gently.
You pull away and step out of his touch before walking away from him.
Joe watches you curiously as you look around his room.
Spotting the pot of chocolate you smirk and walk over, taking it in your hands.
Setting the chocolate on the edge of the bed, you turn and look at Joe.
"Whatcha doin'?" he asks, tilting his head, the smile still on his lips.
You take in a breath and then remove your shirt, dropping it to the floor.
You watch Joe's smile fade as he looks at you, and find yourself blushing.
"You want chocolate?" you ask, dipping a finger into the pot.
Joe nods slightly and you watch him swallow as you trail the chocolate covered finger down your stomach.
You sit on the bed and wait, your heart quickening.
Joe walks over slowly, and you lie back as he nears.
You feel the bed shift as he climbs on it, and look down to meet his gaze.
His head dips down and you close your eyes as you feel his lips come into contact with your skin.
His lips and tounge tease your skin as he removes the chocolate from your body.
Once the chocolate is gone, you feel his lips at the edge of your pants, kissing gently.
"Take them off," you say.
His fingers quickly find your zipper and he pulls your pants off, his bottom lip bitten.
His fingers trail up your thighs and you part your legs, closing your eyes.
You hear him let out a breath and then feel his hands leave your body.
Opening your eyes, you look at him, confused.
You watch as he reaches over and dips his hand into the pot.
Drops of chocolate hit your stomach as his hands move down and you gasp quietly as you feel the warmth of the chocolate touch your thigh.
His fingers trail up your inner thighs and you shiver as they tease your skin.
His mouth replaces his fingers and you close your eyes as your body responds to the feeling of his tounge on your inner thigh.
Moaning quietly, you reach down and gently tug on his hair.
His lips finish off the chocolate and then he moves up, his lips finding yours.
Deepening the kiss, your hands find his hips and slide to the front, undoing his pants.
Joe's hips grind into yours as you unzip his pants, and he nips your bottom lip.
You push on his hips until he raises up and you awkwardly push and tug until you're straddling him.
Lifting your hips off of him, you place your hands over his zipper and push gently.
Feeling him push against your hands, you smirk and then unbutton and unzip his pants.
Getting off of him, you tug his pants off and drop them to the floor with a thud.
Biting your lip as you look at his body's reaction, you kneel on the bed and place your lips on his hipbone.
Joe runs a hand through his hair as his breathing quickens, and you smile against his skin.
Reaching over, you dip your hand in the chocolate and then drizzle is along his lower abdomen.
"Ahh," Joe groans, the warmth making his boxers tighten even more.
You slide your chocolate covered hand up his stomach under his shirt and let your tounge trace his hipbone, licking the chocolate off.
Sucking along the wasitband of his boxers, you hear him grunt quietly.
Finishing off a hickey, you lift your head and look up at him.
His lust filled eyes stare down at you and you kiss him hip gently once more before sitting up and straddling him, letting him lean up and kiss you deeply.
His fingers hook in your underwear and you lift up slightly and help him remove them one leg at a time.
Breathing heavily now, his fingers wander up your sides and to your bra, unhooking it expertly.
You lean back and allow him to remove it, then reach down and tug at his shirt
He lifts his arms up and you lift his shirt off over his head slowly.
His lips come into contact with your collarbones, and your mind goes blank as he lifts his hips into yours.
"Those...need off," you breathe.
Joe grips your hips and lifts you off of him and onto the bed.
He lets out a ragged breath as he looks over at you.
"What?" you ask, biting your lip.
"You," he says, running a hand through his hair and getting off the bed.
You watch as he opens up a drawer and searches for a moment before pulling out a packet.
"Me? What about me?" you ask, eyeing the packet anxiously.
"Just...you. I can't believe we haven't...before, you know?" he asks, walking over and standing at the edge of the bed.
"I know," you nod.
"I mean I've thought about it. A lot actually, but I never did anything about it."
"Well, chocolate helps just about everything," you joke, walking on your knees over to him and kissing him gently.
You kiss his jaw and neck, making your way down his chest.
Licking around his naval, you feel him tense up under your lips as your fingers trail down his sides and begin to tug his boxers down.
You pull them as far as you can and then let him kick them the rest of the way off.
Kissing his hipbone, you kiss your way up until you find his lips again.
Joe's tounge finds yours quickly and he pushes you down onto the bed, the pot of chocolate rattling beside you.
The kiss is broken and Joe rips the packet open, rolling the protection onto himself and then grabbing the pot of chocolate.
"You and me, your bed, and the chocolate," you smile, remembering what he wanted earlier.
Joe smiles and nods, his hand disapperaing into the pot and then coming out, covered in chocolate.
His hand hovers above you and the chocolate falls onto your body.
Joe smoothes the chocolate out over your body with his hands and then takes a taste of his work, licking your collarbone.
You moan softly and grip his hips, trying to pull him to you.
He obliges and hovers over you, his lips teasing yours.
"Please," you beg, trying to lift your hips.
Joe nips your lip and then lowers his body, moving his hips at an angel and then entering you slowly.
Your head drops back onto the bed and you wrap your legs around his waist.
"Oh wow," Joe mumbles, his lips parting.
You moan as his hips circle, and your fingers dig into his sides.
His hips circle a few more times before jerking, and then thrusts into you hard, making you yelp.
"Oh my God," you groan, biting your lip.
"Shh. My parents are right down the hall," Joe says, thrusting into you again and again.
"I-I know, and oh my God I love the fact that they're so close while I'm in here taking advantage of their son," you moan lowly, rocking your hips into his.
Joe moans above you at the friction and thrusts into you hard.
"You like that?" he asks, licking his lips.
"Yes," you moan.
"God, you feel just like I thought you would," Joe moans, his hips grinding into yours.
"How?" you ask, reaching up and tangling a hand in his hair.
"Good. So...so good," he breathes.
You moan quietly and tighten you legs around his waist.
"I need...you," you moan, gripping his hips and pulling him into you hard.
"Ahhh," Joe groans at the friction, his eyes closing.
"Joe, please. My God...."
"W-What?" he asks, his hips grinding into yours and then thrusting into you quickly.
"Faster. Faster," you beg.
He swallows and you feel him grip the covers beside your head and then feel his hips rocking against yours quickly.
"Like that? You like that?" Joe asks, his stomach brushing against yours.
"Yes. Ohhh yes."
"Oh yes. Holy s- ohhh," Joe moans, his hips pushing yours into the bed as he grinds into you.
Your lips part at the feeling and you drop a leg, licking your lips.
Joe grabs your dropped leg and pushes it over slightly until you feel him hit a spot that makes you want to scream.
"Ahhh," you moan loudly, pushing your hips into his as he thrusts into you.
"You have to be...quiet," Joe tells you, his hips beginning to jerk against yours.
"I-I can't. You feel so damn good, Joe," you moan, your nails scratching his back.
He takes in a sharp breath feeling your nails, and you feel him beginning to tense up.
You lick your dry, swollen lips as you feel him thrusting into you harder.
Circling your hips against his, you feel a tingle in your stomach.
"Fuuuuck," Joe groans, dropping his forehead onto yours.
"How good do I feel, Joe?" you ask, moaning quietly.
"So good. So...fucking...good. Oh God," he growls, slamming into you.
"Faster," you demand, matching his pace with your hips.
He whimpers, but thrusts into you faster over and over again until he's moaning with each thrust.
"I'm so close," you whisper, closing your eyes at the feeling.
"I need to feel you," Joe says, his arms beginning to shake.
"Don't stop, Joe. Don't...ahhh...don't stop. Oh, God, you feel so...oh my g- Joeee," you moan, covering your mouth as your body pulses against his.
You feel Joe shudder above you and his hips rock against your for a few more seconds before he buries his lips in your neck and moans loudly, his hips jerking one last time before he fell still.
Both breathing heavily, you lie there, trying to catch your breaths.
Minutes pass by and Joe finally kisses your neck and then looks at you.
"Wow," you say, running a hand through his hair.
"Y-Yeah. Wow," Joe nods, kissing you gently.
"That was...and you were...wow."
Joe smiles and lifts himself off of you.
"I'm surprised no one came barging in here," Joe chuckles, lying next to you.
"What?" you ask, turning your head and looking at him.
"I mean, I figured you were a screamer, but-"
"Hey!" you laugh, hitting his shoulder.
"I'm kidding. That was amazing," Joe says, leaning his top half over you and kissing you again.
"You want to finish off the chocolate?" you ask, kissing him lightly.
"Nah," he says, kissing your cheek.
"Why not?"
"Who needs chocolate when you can have a taste of heaven?" he asks, cupping your face and placing his lips on yours gently.
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