Roast's Fetish

Roast knocks softly on Jess' doorframe, seeing as the door is open. He can't resist taking a peek inside, however, and is delighted--and aroused--as always at the sight of his chef getting dressed. Jess' clothes alone can get him going, and the sight of his naked body, exactly the sort of body Roast wishes he had; small, soft and round...he's blushing a little.

"Come in." Jess calls, buttoning up his pants and fishing a neatly folded shirt out of his dresser.

The sous chef shivers with delight and enters the room, leaning as casually as he can on the wall while he watches Jess finish.

Jess raised an eyebrow at him. "Did you need something, or did you just need to get an erection?"

Roast's slight blush goes instantly crimson. "Ah! What...? I...uh...no! I mean yes!" He realizes, to his horror, that he's forgotten what he came in for. "...sorry..." he murmurs, hanging his head. "I'll...go..."

Jess laughs. "Come back, Roast, I'm only teasing. What did you come here for? Did you forget?"

"Yes..." the larger man admits, grinning awkwardly at the chef. "I don't know what it is about your clothes...even your shoes..." He shuts his mouth abruptly, realizing he's babbling.

Jess looks down at his comfortable, but hardly flattering white shoes. "These?" he asked, incredulously.

Roast nods, trying to look amused and mostly just looking embarrassed.

Jess looked him up and down, then pointed down at his shoes. "Then come here and polish them."

Roast is moving before conscious thought kicks in, on his knees in front of Jess with a rag. He blinks a bit, startled to find himself here, but continues carefully polishing the soft leather.

"With your tongue."

The sous chef's eyes widen, and he tilts his head to look up at Jess, past the broad expanse of the other's belly. He nods, trying to hide his delighted smile, and lowers himself still further, where he begins licking the plain shoes as intimately as though he were sucking Jess. He lifts his head just for an instant to ask, hesitantly, "...you aren't needed in the kitchen?"

"Not for a little while." Jess murmured, voice husky. Roast could always tell when he was enjoying himself by the change in his voice. The bulge in his pants was a clear sign too.

Roast nods, his mouth and tongue already latched back on the shoes, his hands wrapped around them, tenderly caressing as he licks and sucks. He loves hearing Jess' voice like this, and he contemplates lifting his head, but...he hasn't been told he can.

Jess allows Roast to continue sucking and licking at his shoes for a time, then unbuttons his pants.

The big sous chef's eyes widen, but he diligently continues on the shoes, not lifting his head, only enjoying the sounds of Jess' movement.

Once his cock is free of his pants, Jess starts stroking himself, teasingly slow. He's wondering how long Roast will be able to continue on his shoes with such a temptation above him.

Roast shudders, his nose almost pressed to the leather of the shoes, eyes closed, as he ignores what he hasn't been offered and continues working his tongue in long, slow circles along the white shoes. He realizes that he's licking in time to the sounds of the chef's strokes above him, and he moans helplessly into the shoe.

Jess steps back out of his shoes, sitting on the bed and offering Roast a hand.

Roast follows the movement, his eyes a little unfocused, but he eventually manages to get his hand/eye coordination working well enough to place his hand in Jess'.

Jess grabs him by his hair and guides his lips to his cock.

The sous chef moans with delight, eagerly allowing himself to be pulled forward until his lips meet firm, soft flesh. His mouth closes around the treat, and he closes his eyes as well, to concentrate completely. Every other sense is engaged, even smell.

Jess lays back on the bed and moans, submitting to Roast's talented mouth.

Roast hums softly around his mouthful, loving the feeling of Jess' cock vibrating around his lips, hoping Jess likes the feeling too. He's oddly unable to remember if he's done this with Jess before. He lightly rests a hand on either side of Jess' prone body, leaning even further in.

Jess groans deep in his throat, fingers curling in Roast's hair.

Roast leans in and pulls back, loving the tension this creates on his hair, and working his mouth up and down Jess' shaft while he moves, rolling his tongue under the head and along the loose skin of the underside.