Fandom:	Houston Knights
Series:	Exhibitions
Rating:	NC17
Pairing:	Joe/Levon
Archive:	Starwinder's
Title:	Exhibitions: Eating Out
Author:	Starwinder
e-mail:	starwinder2of7@gmail.com
Standard Disclaimer: Houston Knights belongs to Jay Bernstein and Michael Butler and Columbia Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended. This is fan fiction, written out of love for the shows. I am making no money off this. I have no money so please don't sue me. Any original characters who may appear in these stories are the property of the author.

Exhibition Eating Out
By Starwinder

LaFiamma strolled into Chicken's and meandered passed the table where Lundy and Jamie Kincaid were sitting. The couple didn't look happy and he smiled just a little to himself at the thought that they were fighting--- again. He liked it when Lundy fought with Jamie, not that he had anything against her, except that she was dating Lundy, but when she and Lundy fought he could count on late night visits from his partner. Visits that he had come to like and count on. Visits that invariably ended with Lundy warming up his bed considerably.

He continued on past the counter and walked into the cooking area. Helping himself to a couple of bottles of chilled water from the cooler he moved on to the vegetable bins and started picking out what he wanted.

Chicken came over and stood watching him, "Anything I can help you with, LaFiamma?" He asked as LaFiamma began to wash and then cut up the vegetables he had selected.

"Yeah, Chicken. You got any chicken cooked that you ain't already slathered barbecue sauce all over?"

"I reckon I could find a piece or two, for you, Joey." Chicken grinned. He was used to LaFiamma coming back and helping himself to what he wanted by now. He'd earned the right. A time or two when Chicken's cook had walked out right in the middle of a hectic shift LaFiamma had proven invaluable. Instead of just sitting hollering for service like some people would have LaFiamma had gotten up walked into the kitchen area and proven in just a few minutes that he knew his way around a fast food kitchen. He had saved the day plain and simple, filling orders like he'd been doing it all his life. Chicken was more than glad to let him serve himself whatever he wanted.

When Chicken brought him the piece of chicken, LaFiamma sliced it and added it to the veggies he had chopped. Then he looked around for the spice shakers he knew Chicken had and picking out a couple sprinkled the chicken and veggies with them. Grabbing a fry pan off the rack, he drizzled oil in it then poured off the excess. Sitting it on the fire to heat he waited till it was hot and tossed his chicken and veggies in. He stirred it around for a couple of minutes then dumped it out on a plate. Grabbing a couple of tortillas off a stack he dropped them on top of the plate, picked up his chilled water and carried it all out to a booth.

Lundy had been keeping an eye on his partner ever since he had come into the restaurant now he spoke up. "LaFiamma, the whole point of eating out is so you don't have to cook. Ruins the whole idea if you do your own cooking."

"Wrong, Lundy. The point of eating out is so you don't have to do dishes!" LaFiamma responded and continued on to his booth.

The booth he had selected was behind Jamie and directly in Lundy's line of sight. He sat the plate and the bottles of water on the table. Then he slid his leather jacket off his shoulders and let it slide slowly down his arms. His back was to Lundy and he acted like he didn't know anyone was watching. He tossed the jacket into the left hand seat of the booth and began to stretch. He laced his fingers then raised both hands up as high as they would go rising up on his toes then rocking back on his heels. Keeping his fingers laced he stretched to the right then to the left. Unlacing his fingers he put his left hand on his waist and stretched the right hand as high as he could. He repeated the stretch on the other side apparently oblivious to the fact that Lundy's eyes kept wandering from Jamie to him. After this he stretched his arms as far out to the sides as he could and then rolled his shoulders, making the well defined muscles in his back flex. Dropping his hands to his sides he yawned then blinked as if so sleepy that he could barely hold his eyes open. He stood a moment longer looking down at the table like he had forgotten something then snapped his fingers and trotted back behind the counter. He grabbed a glass and filled it with ice and went back to the booth.

He slid into the seat, sitting sideways in the booth to stretch his legs along the seat. He leaned back against the wall and yawned again. Picking up one of the bottles of water he took the top off and poured the water over the ice. He raised the glass to his lips and drank deeply. Then he laid the glass against his cheek and slowly drew it downwards; running it along his throat to his collarbone then across and up the other side of his throat, and up to that cheek changing hands as he went. His eyes were closed, or appeared to be, and he seemed unaware that Lundy was now watching him openly, looking right past Jamie to do so. He fished around in the glass and pulled out an ice cube. Dropping it into his mouth he began to suck on it, with his lips pursed and cheeks hollowing as he did so. After a moment he cracked the ice between his teeth and let if slide down his throat.

He sat the glass back down on the table and picked up one of the tortillas. He piled the chicken and veggie combo onto it and rolled it up instead of folding it. Carefully he lifted it until it was directly over his mouth then he tilted it and opening his mouth let the juice drip down into it. After a moment he straightened the tortilla so that the flow of juice stopped and licked his lips, slowly and thoroughly. He lowered the rolled tortilla to his mouth and took a large bite of it.

Eyes closed, head tilted back he chewed, and swallowed making a low, "Huuummm!" sound of pleasure as he did so. The sound was close to the sound he sometimes made in bed with Lundy. Deliberately close to, but not exactly like, the low hum of pleasure that he gave his partner when he did something that really pleased him. He wouldn't after all want Lundy to think that he could get the same pleasure from a tortilla as he did from him.
By this time Lundy was not the only one watching. Jamie had turned in her seat to see what Lundy was staring at. Just as she turned to look, LaFiamma lowered the tortilla to his mouth again but this time instead of biting off some he took the end into his mouth and sucked on it lightly, pulling the last of the juices from it. Jamie's mouth dropped open and she turned back to Lundy, furious as she jumped up to leave. "I always knew he was the competition!" she snapped before fleeing the restaurant.

Lundy laughed. He couldn't help himself. Anymore than he could keep from watching LaFiamma's little exhibition. He was almost relieved that Jamie was gone.

LaFiamma opened his eyes and looked at Lundy, all innocence. "What'd I do?"

"Nothing, LaFiamma. Not one thing." Lundy grinned as he came to sit in the other side of the booth. Picking up LaFiamma's jacket, he said. "You drive the Cobra up here?"

"Nah. I walked."

"Good. I get ta take ya home then. Don't I?"

"If dat's what you want."

"That's what I want. Now." He carried LaFiamma's jacket with him as he headed for the door.

Smiling, LaFiamma rose and followed him.

Chicken watched them go and sighed. 'Boy does know how to put on a show!

The end.