Lazy Valentines (Lazy Days)

rare for Devon to plan anything, he intended on seeing this one through. Of course that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy a little more Scott time before the day began.
    Scott deepened the contact, his mouth working hard on Devon's in a clash of lips, tongue and teeth. They'd discovered kissing was one of their favorite pass-times and there were some days Devon just wanted to feast on Scott's lips, taste him until there was nothing left to taste. He wanted to kiss him until their mouths were red and chapped, and their tongues exhausted from the effort. This was definitely one of those times.
    There had been one time when Devon had made Scott come without touching anything but his hair, face, mouth and throat. It was the most erotic and intimate thing he'd ever seen; Scott thrusting and convulsing against thin air while Devon held his face between his hands, licking, kissing, nipping across his jaw and up behind his ear. He'd nearly came himself when Scott cried out his release and a wet spot appeared in the front of Scott's jeans as the smell of sex seeped into the air. Just thinking about it now made him almost reconsider is plans.
    When Scott started fingering the zipper-pull on Devon's jacket, Devon slid his thumbs over Scott's cheekbones, mapping his face while he peppered soft kisses over his cheeks and jaw. "Fuck, I want you right now," he whispered as Scott chased his lips for another kiss. "How did I ever manage a month away from you when I can't even do four days now?"
    Scott licked Devon's bottom lip, soothing the burn from his earlier nips before sucking it it between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug. "Bedroom?" His eyes shone stormy blue, dark with lust and sparkling with desire and hope.
    They were both hard, their bodies so close they could barely breath, rocking against each other just enough for their lengths to softly rub and rut. Scott's pupils were blown, the heat of his gaze sending sparking shivers up Devon's spine. He couldn't believe he was going to say what he needed to say but…
    "No. I need you to get dressed… preferably in a room I'm not in so I can try to get my goddamn little soldier to stand down and not at attention."
    Scott's laugh was endearing and heartwarming to Devon's ears. It had only been a week since they'd reconciled, not enough time for Devon to get his fill of the soft timbre of Scott's voice, the joy of his laughter, the muffled snorts he tried so hard to hide. The sound, the feel, the taste of Scott made Devon realize how much he'd missed him during their month of estrangement, how empty and broken he'd felt. He still remembered the look in Scott's eyes when they'd broken up at the concert, the hurt and anger and just fucking pain that Devon had caused with his dishonesty.
    Before that day Devon had never thought about how fast and hard he'd fallen for Scott and then, it had been seemingly too late. He'd never regretted anything in his life as much as the actions that sent Scott running from Devon's life. It was a miracle to have him back, one he'd never take for granted. And if he had to grovel and beg for the rest of his life, he intended to make it up to Scott—starting with today if they ever got their asses in gear and out of the house.
    "Your soldier doesn't feel so little right now, sure you don't want me to give him some special attention?"
    Devon snapped his attention back to the happy Scott of the present who was taking full advantage of having his hands free, one settling on Devon's rear and the other resting over his obviously-interested dick.
    "I thought we were supposed to relax on our days off… rest, be lazy, indulge in some calming activities. I love calming you, Dev… you and your little soldier."
    Devon growled low in his throat, his jaw dropping open when Scott suddenly fell to his knees and mouthed his cock through his jeans. "Oh fuck, Scott. I'm trying to be grown-up and organized and shit then you gotta go and get me all… fuck that feels good… I have the whole day planned out and this… Jesus Christ! How the hell do you do that through… stop, Scott… I don't have any other clothes with… fuck…"
    Devon words were lost in a tangle of groans, gasps, curses and he was very sad to say say, even some whimpers. He threaded his fingers through Scott's hair before flattening both his hands against the wall to steady the shakiness of his legs, leaning in a little closer to Scott and his fabulous mouth. Said mouth slid over the denim, back and