TW: SMut

Title: ~Cooking~

As Ross stood at the cooker tossing something in a pan, Trott couldn’t help but think what he’d rather be tossing. He mentally chided himself, but still couldn’t help but stare at Ross. Since the Hat Trio had decided to start a homosexual polygamous relationship with his two housemates, he hadn’t done anything ‘like that’ with one individually, but as he stared, watching the muscles in Ross’ back ripple underneath his tight t-shirt, the curvature of his ass as he leant forward slightly, the strip of pale skin teasingly exposed as he reached up to get something out of a cupboard, he couldn’t help but feel the bump in his jeans grow harder. Feeling his gaze on him, Ross turned and glanced at Trott to see him staring back hungrily.

'Trott..' Ross said warningly, seeing the familiar darkness in Chris' eyes. 'Smith'll be back in a minute, if you don't let me get on with this, none of us'll get any food.'

Trott raised his eyebrows at Ross. As if food was really what he was worrying about right now. No, Trott was thinking about what else his could have in his mouth. . . 

'Trott. Stop.' Ross said firmly, seeing Trott's lip disappear between his teeth as his mind wandered further. 

'Earth to Trott..' Ross waved his hand in front of Chris' face, looking at him puzzled. 'Later, mate, later.' he said firmly, turning back around to look at what he was cooking. Little did Trott know that Ross was just as horny as he was, but torn between letting Trott have his way with him and just holding on until Smith got home in half an hours time. Unfortunately, tonight, it seemed as if the choice was not in his hands. 

As Ross bent down to pick something out of a low draw, he heard the throaty growl from Trott just miliseconds before he felt his lips on his neck, his hands around his middle and his erection pressed against his ass. Sighing and biting his lip he tried once more, despite every nerve of his body going against it, he pulled Trotts arms off from around his waist. Turning round and looking him in the eyes, Ross knew he would live to regret his words.

'Okay. 2 minutes of making out, and then you let me get back to cooking and we pretend it never happened?'

Ross didn’t even get an answer as he felt Trotts lips against his, pushing him back against the counter top and threading his arms up and around the back of his neck. Ross tried to keep his hands off Trott, but it was difficult. Instead, Ross pushed the heels of his hands into the edge of the counter top to stop Trott pushing him backwards. Trying to count the ticks on the clock, after he was sure it had been 120, 130 just to be sure he put his hands on Trotts shoulders and gently pushed him off him.

'Go watch the telly or something Trott, I need to get this done.'

Trott stared back at him with something between arousal and betrayal. Turning back to his cooking, Ross was relieved to hear Trotts retreating footsteps. Getting to the point where he could leave it for a few moments, Ross felt bad for leaving Trott earlier. Walking into the lounge, Trott sat in front of the Tv, but he could tell he wasn’t really watching it. 

'Trott..? I'm sorry mate..' Ross mumbled, 'I just really need to get this done, I promise, later, we'll do whatever you want..' 

'But I don't want you lateeeeeer, I want you nooooooow' Trott moaned, causing Ross' hard on to twitch. 

Looking up with big, brown eyes, all Ross could hear in his ears were ‘Fuck it’ as he fell on Trott, feeling him smirk as he got what he wanted. He kissed him intensely, time blurred as he felt Chris’ hands brush his straining jeans, moaning as he did it again, pressing more firmly. He knew just how to push Ross’ buttons, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to walk away this time. Fiddling with Ross belt to undo it, then unzipping his flies, Ross sighed as the pressure on his erection was released. Dragging his finger tips along it through the thin fabric, Trott smirked as he heard Ross moan and sigh. Ross ran his fingernails gently down Trott’s spine, feeling him pause and shudder, Ross’ name escaping his lips lustily. 

It didn’t take long for (save for their boxers) the two men were naked on top of eachother. They wouldn’t have heard it if the walls came down around them and a herd of rampant gazelle came running through their lounge, so it’s not surprising they didn’t register the faint clicking of their front door and Smith’s voice asking after the burning smell. As he walked into the lounge, he gasped and dropped his rucksack as he saw his two friends on top of eachother on the sofa. 

'Guuuuuuys! I said to wait for me, this isn't faaaaaaaaair!' he whined, sitting down and crossing his arms like a stubborn child. Ross, winking at him and inclining his head, causing Smith to laugh, pulling his own clothes off as he joined the two men on the sofa, their burning dinner completely forgotton.