Sector 2814

Aranel Took's DC Comics Fanfiction

Cooking Lessons

Kyle always insisted on cooking when he was home from Oa. For all the effort he and Guy had made in improving the food, it still couldn’t compare with what they could get on Earth. Not that Hal was going to complain—he directly benefitted from Kyle’s cooking sprees.

Today Kyle was making bread, one of his mother’s recipes from Ireland, and Hal sat at the table, entranced by Kyle’s fingers working through the dough, the way the muscles of his arms and chest flexed under his t-shirth with the effort, the way his abs rolled with each push—

“Do you want to give this a try?” Kyle asked.

Hal shook himself from his contemplation of Kyle’s muscles. “What?”

“You just look pretty interested in what I’m doing,” Kyle said. “Do you want to try it?”

Hal shook his head and laughed. “Oh, no. I can barely make macaroni and cheese. My mother wasn’t as progressive when it came to teaching her sons to cook.”

“So I’ll teach you. It’s not hard,” Kyle said. He sprinkled some more flour over the dough, then looked up at Hal. “You’re telling me you can fly a billion dollar aircraft, but you’re afraid to cook?”

Afraid? “Hey, I never said I was afraid to. I just …” Hal sighed. Kyle knew him too well, knew exactly what buttons to push. “All right. Fine.” He stood up and came around the table. “What do I do?” 

Kyle brushed off his dough-covered hands and stepped back. “You need to knead it for a few minutes, until it’s all mixed up and full of air.”

Hal looked down at the pale mass. It reminded him of an alien he’d once come across in his early days in the Corps. He pressed his hands into the dough and wrinkled his nose. It was a weird feeling, like playing in the mud as a kid. Sticky and kind of wet. Then the heady scent of wheat and yeast hit his nose, and his mouth watered. Okay, that was weird. He squished the dough a few more times in his hands, trying to imitate what Kyle had been doing. “Like this?” he asked, 

“You can push harder,” Kyle said. “You don’t have to be gentle.”

Hal coughed and his cock twitched. He raised an eyebrow at Kyle and grinned wickedly. “You’ve told me that before.”

Kyle rolled his eyes. “Ha ha.” He stepped behind Hal, his arms around Hal’s waist, and laid his hands over Hal’s. “Here, you need to turn it as you knead it.” Kyle pressed Hal’s hands into the dough, showing him how to work it.

Now Kyle’s scent was mingling with the dough, which made Hal’s mouth water some more and all the blood rush to his cock. Kyle’s hands rubbed over his, his muscles moved against Hal’s back, his breath was hot on Hal’s neck, and his erection was pressed against Hal’s ass. Hal closed his eyes and sighed. Who knew making bread would turn out to be so much of a turn on? 

“That should be enough,” Kyle said in his ear. He sounded just a little out of breath. He let go of Hal and stepped around beside him, then put the dough into a bowl and covered it with a towel.“Now we have to let it sit so it can rise.”

Hal chuckled. “That’s not the only thing rising around here.”

Kyle grinned at him. “You have a dirty mind today, Mr. Jordan,” he said with a laugh, but the look in his eye told Hal that Kyle had not been entirely innocent in his motives for offering help with the kneading. 

Hal kept eye contact with him and grabbed Kyle’s wrist. He brought Kyle’s hand to his mouth and very slowly licked a swath of dough and flour from his palm. The dough against Kyle’s skin tasted as good as it smelled.

Kyle’s eyes went dark and he let out a rush of breath. “You got some dough on your face.” He leaned in and ran his tongue over Hal’s cheek, finishing at the corner of his mouth. 

Hal turned his head to kiss him and brought his hands up to Kyle’s face, forgetting they were covered in dough until Kyle squirmed away. “Hey!”

“Hmm. You seem to have dough on you now.” Hal leaned down and  ran his tongue over a smear on Kyle’s neck, letting his teeth graze over his skin. When he reached the pulse point under his jaw, he sucked at the soft skin there. 

“Oh God, Hal…” Kyle moaned. He wrapped his arms around Hal, and one cold, sticky, dough-covered hand ended up on the back of Hal’s neck.

Hal cringed. “This is getting messy.” He reached back to pull at the goo in his hair.

“Yes, it is,” Kyle said. He looked into Hal’s eyes, his green eyes bright. “We’re going to need … a shower or something.” 

A shower. Kyle wet and soapy under the stream of hot water, running his hands over his body, pressing up against him, sliding inside him… Hal nodded. “A shower would probably be a good idea.”

Kyle took his hand and pulled him towards the bathroom.

“I like your cooking lessons, by the way,” Hal said. 

Kyle looked at him over his shoulder. “Maybe later I’ll show you how to make tarts with whipped cream.”