The One-Shots
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
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1,601
Reviews:
2
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The One-Shots
Cheesefood
I realized something recently about my writing. Whenever I\'m stumped for how to get a couple to kiss, especially the first time, I use a formula:
1) put them in the dark
2) have them eat something
3) food inspired kissing ensues
Not that it\'s a bad formula, but I just realized that I do it. So, in that tradition I present a little pwp of boy kissy boys-
The taste of artificial cheesefood always made Alex horny. No, that\'s not true. It had only started making him feel horny since that hazy summer evening last year when he got smacked in the face with the fact that he was not so totally heterosexual as he\'d previously assumed. That night, he looked over at his best friend Foster and fell hard. Foster was gay. He was as out as out could be, and Alex was okay with that. People came in all different types. That\'s what made life interesting.
They were sitting on the dock of the lake outside town eating cheese curls and drinking grape NEHIs. The vending machine in the boathouse was maybe the only place left on the planet to buy grape NEHI, so they always got some when they came down there to hang out after work. Foster was slipping each of his fingers into his mouth one at a time to suck the salty, orange powder off.
Alex couldn\'t breath for a moment, all he could do was watch long digits pushing in and out of that luscious wet mouth in long languorous strokes. Foster had a smudge of cheesy goodness across his cheek. Foster took a big gulp of his drink, tipping his head way back to get the dregs. Alex wanted to be that bottle, wanted to have his friend\'s mouth on him wanted to be the reason Foster made that satisfied sound as he swallowed.
Alex watched Foster dig his hand back into the all but empty snackfood bag and come out with orange covered fingers again. Then he slipped his little pinky into his mouth and sucked it clean. Then he offered his index finger to Alex and asked, \"Wanna taste?\"
Alex couldn\'t answer. Instead, he opened his mouth and sucked the finger in. He grabbed Foster by the wrist and worked his way over each finger, sucking and licking away every trace of yellow number 6, and then going over them again just to hear Foster repeat those noises. When Alex finally released his hand, Foster hissed, \"Shit, come here,\" and pulled their mouths together.
Foster\'s mouth tasted like cheese too, cheesefood mixed with sugared grapes. It was intoxicating. They kissed roughly, learning each other\'s limits, pushing hungry into each other. Foster pulled back from him, panting, smiling and asked, \"So, uh, you wanna go skinny dipping?\" and it was all down hill from there. . . .
I realized something recently about my writing. Whenever I\'m stumped for how to get a couple to kiss, especially the first time, I use a formula:
1) put them in the dark
2) have them eat something
3) food inspired kissing ensues
Not that it\'s a bad formula, but I just realized that I do it. So, in that tradition I present a little pwp of boy kissy boys-
The taste of artificial cheesefood always made Alex horny. No, that\'s not true. It had only started making him feel horny since that hazy summer evening last year when he got smacked in the face with the fact that he was not so totally heterosexual as he\'d previously assumed. That night, he looked over at his best friend Foster and fell hard. Foster was gay. He was as out as out could be, and Alex was okay with that. People came in all different types. That\'s what made life interesting.
They were sitting on the dock of the lake outside town eating cheese curls and drinking grape NEHIs. The vending machine in the boathouse was maybe the only place left on the planet to buy grape NEHI, so they always got some when they came down there to hang out after work. Foster was slipping each of his fingers into his mouth one at a time to suck the salty, orange powder off.
Alex couldn\'t breath for a moment, all he could do was watch long digits pushing in and out of that luscious wet mouth in long languorous strokes. Foster had a smudge of cheesy goodness across his cheek. Foster took a big gulp of his drink, tipping his head way back to get the dregs. Alex wanted to be that bottle, wanted to have his friend\'s mouth on him wanted to be the reason Foster made that satisfied sound as he swallowed.
Alex watched Foster dig his hand back into the all but empty snackfood bag and come out with orange covered fingers again. Then he slipped his little pinky into his mouth and sucked it clean. Then he offered his index finger to Alex and asked, \"Wanna taste?\"
Alex couldn\'t answer. Instead, he opened his mouth and sucked the finger in. He grabbed Foster by the wrist and worked his way over each finger, sucking and licking away every trace of yellow number 6, and then going over them again just to hear Foster repeat those noises. When Alex finally released his hand, Foster hissed, \"Shit, come here,\" and pulled their mouths together.
Foster\'s mouth tasted like cheese too, cheesefood mixed with sugared grapes. It was intoxicating. They kissed roughly, learning each other\'s limits, pushing hungry into each other. Foster pulled back from him, panting, smiling and asked, \"So, uh, you wanna go skinny dipping?\" and it was all down hill from there. . . .