Sexy Sunday Snack: Week Two: Black Vinyl

HELLO AGAIN,

THIS IS DAN AGAIN. NIGHT WANTED TO SAY THANK YOU FOR ALL THE NICE COMMENTS AND WELL WISHES. AS FAR AS AN UPDATE GOES, SHE'S DOING ALRIGHT. SHE GETS TO COME HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL TONIGHT. THAT'S VERY GOOD NEWS ON THIS SIDE OF THINGS. FOR THE SANITY OF THE STAFF AS WELL. I THINK SHE MIGHT  JUMP THE NURSE IF HE SMILES ONE MORE TIME. (HE WENT AND GOT HER A GLITTER PINK LOOPY STRAW FOR HER JUICE AND SHE THINKS THEY'RE SOUL MATES) BOYFRIEND WAS NOT TOO HAPPY ABOUT THAT.

NOW WE GET TO TAKE HER HOME AND LISTEN TO HER MEDICATION LACED OLYMPIC RAMBLINGS. WILLIAM PRIDDY AND MATT ANDERSON FROM THE US MEN'S VOLLEYBALL TEAM WILL PROBABLY HAVE A POSTER IN THE HOUSE SOON ENOUGH. I PERSONALLY HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH THIS. OR KEIRAN BEHRAN FROM IRELAND'S MALE GYMNASTIC'S TEAM, WHO SHE LOVINGLY CALLS BUBBLE BUTT. THE NICKNAME IS PRETTY TRUE IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF.

ALL IN ALL, SHE'S TAKING IT EASY, AND THINGS ARE GOING WELL. I WILL KEEP YOU UPDATED. MIGHT HAVE TO DEDICATE A POST SOLELY FOR THE SILLY THINGS THIS GIRL IS SAYING. I NEED A RECORDER, ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS. 

I GUESS YOU WANT TO READ THE SNACK NOW. THANK YOU AGAIN. 

LOVE,

DAN XOXO (I WAS INFORMED BY SISTER NIGHT THAT I DID THIS WRONG THE LAST TIME) (:

Casey walked into Black Vinyl, his old stomping ground where he had spent countless hours browsing for his favorite CDs and rare vinyl classics. It had been a while since he’d been back, but the owner Tom waved a hand at him as he approached the counter.

“Haven’t seen you around in ages, Case, what have you up to?” Tom leaned over the counter, his big frame made the service desk look small.

Casey shrugged. “Oh you know college and what not.”

“You finally graduate?” Tom grinned.

“Yeah, moved back here, got a job. Became an adult or I’m trying to.”

That earned him a laugh from Tom. “You’ll never grow up Case. Just like me, always young at heart.”

“Nah, you’re just old.” Casey busted up laughing when Tom shook his fist teasingly.

“I’m classic, not old. You’re still young. You’ll understand when you’re my age. Get out of my hair Peter Pan. Got a new shipment of that German crap you like so much.”

“If it’s such crap, why do you buy it?” Casey jumped back as Tom went to swat him.

“Hopeful wishing that you’ll come back to harass me.”

“Uh huh.”

Casey chuckled as he left Tom to go look at the CDs in question. Obscure, German Rock had always called to him. He was one of three people that he knew of that even bought the stuff. As he touched the first album the front door chime sounded, and he looked up.

The most beautiful guy he had ever seen walked in. Short dark hair, killer blue eyes that landed on Casey before going up to Tom. Casey blushed with a hidden smile. Acting like he hadn’t seen the guy, he went back to browsing.

“German Rock? You gotta be kidding me,” Tom laughed above the sound of The Strokes playing over the speakers. “Over there with that trouble maker.”

“Hey,” Casey protested. The dark haired man seemed to find it amusing. He bit his lip with a flick of his eyes to the ground.

A group of high school kids that had dipped themselves in Hot Topic entered the store. Tom growled as they started to wander around.

“You steal anything and I take fingers as payment.” The owner smiled as they walked by him. The kids looked at one another before settling in over at the Industrial section. Tom had never found a soft spot for the youth of today. Only Casey had managed to weasel his way in.

“Hi.” Casey was startled a bit as the dark haired man joined him.

“Hey,” Casey replied with a shy glance.

The stranger’s hand reached out, grabbed an album off the rack. “Tokio Hotel is German Rock? We need to get this guy some help.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty mainstream, pop if you ask me. Tom doesn’t really care much about correctly placing albums unless you’re talking eighties hair bands or classic punk. He’s a big Twisted Sister fan.”

“Ugh,” the other man replied, putting the album down quickly. “You seem to know your way around here.”

“I swear I used to live here during high school. It’s the best place to get your fix for miles around and Tom and his partner Dell are awesome.”

“Partner?” Dark hair leaned up against the shelf, his eyes boring into Casey.

“Yeah, partner. Dell’s a guy.” Casey smiled.

The stranger nodded his head with a grin. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“Nope.” Casey crouched down, grabbing an old Scorpions album. “Don’t tell Tom, but I think he might need some help after all.”

“Oh my God, I remember my dad listening to ‘Rock You Like A Hurricane’ over and over. He’s so tone deaf.” Dark hair shook his head. “I guess Tom tried though, they are German.”

“Seems like you know your stuff too.” Casey couldn’t keep the creep of flirtation from his voice. This guy was smoking hot, funny, and he smelled like a wet dream.

“On occasion, I’m no expert. I just like music.” The guy gently took the album out of Casey’s hand and put it on the shelf.  “Is there a bathroom around here?”

“Uh yeah.” Casey shook the moment off. Damn this guy was intense. “Over there in the corner, past the life sized cut out of Stevie Nicks.”

“Why don’t you show me? I’m not very good with directions.” The intensity was back. Casey felt his dick respond below. A mad heat flushed his neck, a sure sign that his body was all for it.

“Sure,” Casey said.

They stood up, Casey leading the way. His palms shaky, his eyes attempting to avoid Tom’s knowing smile. The bathroom was for employees only, but Tom knew Casey well enough that it didn’t matter. He knew from being young once himself what was going down in a minute or less. He looked around the shop and narrowed his eyes at the kid unzipping his hoodie.

“You yank anything and you know the rules, you razor blade wearing dipshit.”

“Yeah, man. I hear you.” The kid with the Mohawk nodded in fear.

The bathroom was sprayed painted, band stickers, old flyers covering the wall. A diner green tile was the only pure color left in the small room. A one bulb light fixture above the sink seemed to beckon Casey forward as the The Japandroids blared over the speakers with Heart Sweats.

The second the door closed behind the pair, Casey was shoved up against the graffiti smothered wall. His lips were covered with another pair. Hands went under his shirt, seeking his blazing hot skin under the other man’s fingers. He tried to breathe, tried to think, but the stranger pushed him against the wall harder—grinding, feeling, tasting his mouth.

Lost in a dream, Casey tugged at the man’s shirt. A lean chest covered in tattoos was revealed. He shuddered—his hands gripping into the guy’s skin. Tongue sucked into another’s mouth, Casey moaned. His one hand found its way through short dark hair, clenching the strands between his fingers.

“Suck me,” the man gasped, flipping them around until he was against the wall.

Casey sank to his knees no problem. His fingers worked the thick belt buckle, buttons, pulling down the jeans and underwear until his prize was revealed. Hungry for more, his lips made quick work of the cock presented. Sheathing the head into his mouth, he yearned to hear the man moan.

“Fuck,” the stranger’s curse bounced around the room. A hot mouth engulfed his cock over and over, taking him like he was the only man alive in the world. The little brunette hottie below knew what he was doing, just how he liked it.

“More,” he pushed the guy’s head down on his cock. Listening to the slick sounds of his dick being swallowed, satisfaction called a groan from his throat. The pleasure took him like a good song he hadn’t heard in a long time.

Obedient to service, Casey worked the cock in his mouth until his eyes watered. The other man was close. He could feel the body under his hands tensing, shuddering.

“Yeah, yeah, oh fuck.” The man bit his fist before pulling his sucking beauty to his feet. He went to his knees, not ready to cum just yet.

Casey helped the man along, tugging his jeans down over his skinny hips. His own cock jutted up into the air, but the guy pushed it into his stomach with heel of one palm and sucked on his balls instead. Heavenly angels were singing somewhere as a greedy tongue licked, swollen lips sucked on him.

“I love this store,” Casey half laughed, half moaned.

Blue eyes smiled up at him before the man’s lips took him to the root.

“Jesus!” Casey cried, his knees held to the wall by this stranger. He was shaking. Just the idea of what they were doing such a turn on that he was going weak.

The man grabbed his own cock, working himself while his mouth worked the man standing. With a pop of his lips, he groaned. “So good.”

“Yeah, almost there, a little more,” Casey pleaded with a frown as the man stood. His frown was short lived when the man fisted both their shafts in his hands and kissed him.

The twist of both their flavors lit up Casey’s mouth, the dominant stranger’s hand going a mile a minute below. One flick of those blue eyes at him with their dark lashes and Casey came.

Slapping a palm to the wall, the other man moaned into Casey’s neck. Sticky in his hand, both their releases dripped over his fingers—a smile on his lips.

“Fuck,” Casey murmured, trying to breathe again.

“Hell yeah,” the stranger whispered, pressing a kiss to Casey’s neck.

“I don’t think I can go back out there just yet.”

The dark haired man grinned. “It’s not high school, you can’t live here anymore.”

That got a laugh from Casey. “You know what I mean.”

A few paper towels and some more kissing did the trick. Flushed cheeks, a bit of sweat running down his back, and Casey was good to go.

Walking out onto the store floor was a little bit embarrassing, but Tom did nothing more than shoot him a sly grin with an even slicker goodbye.

“Good to have you back, Case. Come and visit any time.”

“Bye, Tom.” Casey blushed on his way out.

The cool evening air did wonders for his complexion, the sweat drying up a bit as his mystery bathroom date sidled up beside him.

“My place or yours?” Dark hair chuckled.

“Funny,” Casey grabbed for the man’s hand as soon as they were around the block.

“I thought so. I liked the bathroom. I could hear you moan louder than normal. Good acoustics.”

“Bryson!” Casey laughed. “Shut up.”

“Whatever, you like it.” Bryson tossed the keys to his boyfriend. “Where to next?”

They loaded into the jeep, Bryson grabbing the list from the floorboard. Penthouse’s Check List: Spice Things Up In Your Relationship.

“We can check off role play. I was pretty good huh?” Bryson bit the pen cap off and checked the box with a smile.

“Yes, you are the master of role play.” Jamie pulled out of the spot, a huge grin on his face. “So what are we up for next, master?”

Bryson looked at him with a cheesy grin. “Ever been tied up?”

THE END

A Sexy Sunday Snack

Just a little something that I think I'm going to be doing on Sundays from now on.  Very short, glimpses of a story that make you smile. All of them will be based on a picture. Enjoy.

This Week's Sexy Sunday Snack:

Long days running the bookstore, and a lack of seeing his busy-as-hell boyfriend were beginning to take their toll.  How could you live with someone and miss them so much? Million dollar question, Ian sighed. At least he could console himself with a few books that had come into the store today while Jared was on his work trip. One really juicy read had caught his eye right before he had left. Maybe a soak in the tub, a glass of wine, and some erotica could shake his blues.


But nothing was as good at the real thing. He really did miss Jared. He couldn't complain about the hours though. Jared had worked really hard to start his own ad agency and traveling was a big part of the job. Jared had even gone as far to tell Ian that he really appreciated all the support and love, the understanding Ian gave him. That smile had been worth all his alone time, so he kept his woes to himself.  He loved to make Jared happy.


It still didn't make him want his boyfriend wrapped around him any less. Wasn't it normal to always want your boyfriend though? He wondered what it would be like to have one of those perfect boyfriends out of his romance novels. The ones who were always dressed well, oiled up, smelled like crack, and their release tasted like apples or bubble gum. That made him laugh a little. So unrealistic, but it would be fun all the same. 


Giggling to himself a bit, he unlocked the front door of their house and stepped inside. At least home never changed, he thought, throwing his keys into the little dish by the door. He passed up the living room without a glance, heading for the bedroom to get into his comfy clothes. Changed and ready to dive into the first chapter while he made some dinner, Ian read the first page on the way to the kitchen.  Again, he didn't notice what waited for him in the living room. 


Setting the book down for a second, he washed his hands. When he turned to the refrigerator, he noticed the counter. A wine bottle was opened, condensation dripped down the side. A glass was already in use, an empty one next to it. What the hell? Ian eyed the set-up with a frown. He hadn't drank anything yet and Jared wasn't home. And why two glasses?


Then he panicked a little. These days all sorts of weirdos came out of the wood works. Wine drinking robbers wouldn't surprise him in the least. Grabbing a knife from the butcher's block next to him, he made sure his phone was in his pocket as he made his way for the front door. He'd seen way too many scary movies where everyone thought they were some sort of immortal Nancy Drew, where roaming through the house with a killer was a great idea. 


They usually ended up with a creative death scene. A way that Ian didn't wish to go. The air vent kicked on and he jumped, turning around in a ridiculous circle. That's when he saw the french doors to the small living room were open. Candles flickered shadows against the wall. The curtains were drawn so that the room was darker than normal. He walked forward, curiosity enticing his inner Nancy Drew despite his best efforts. 


Music kicked on the second his foot breached the room. He jumped back with a startle. Slow, sexy, wine drinking music wafted from the speakers. His eyes darted around in fear. Ghost maybe? That's what he was about to start going with when a man jumped out from the corner, leaving him screaming for the front door. 
He dropped his knife to the ground when large arms grabbed him from around the middle with a laugh.


Not thinking about the familiar sound of the other man, Ian struggled. 


"I thought you said on the phone yesterday that you wanted me. If I remember correctly, I think you said I can't wait to feel you against me."


Ian went still, his panting slowed. A grin replaced his terror. "Jared?"


"Scare ya?" A sexy laugh rumbled in Ian's ear. A kiss pressed to his jaw.


"Maybe a little." He blushed. "What are you doing home? You're supposed to be in California."


Ian turned to face his boyfriend. What he saw left him speechless. 


"There wasn't a job in Cali this weekend. There is, but it's not until the fall. I thought we could use a little down time. You've been sad, I've been tense, and...I found a little something that I thought would cheer both of us up."


Ian nodded, his cock stirring in his sweats below. His eyes widened a little as Jared pulled a book from behind his back. One of his books. Oh no. "Where did you get that?"


"From the stash you don't think I know about under the bed." Jared smiled, biting his lip quickly. "This does it for you? Am I not good enough?" It was teasing, but Ian had never seen this from his boyfriend. That...oh my God.


Tossing the book onto the couch, Jared backed into the living room again. "You like this?" With a lick of his lips, Jared grabbed a liter bottle from the coffee table and popped the top.


"What are you doing?" Ian breathed. Jared was wearing nothing, but a tight, pair of ragged yet delicious boxers that were just begging to come off. Like in the book, where the main character had ripped his lover's boxers off, there was a few tears in Jared's fabric. 


"Playing," Jared whispered. He crooked his finger at his boyfriend, pointing to the couch. 


Ian sat on the couch and watched as Jared poured strawberry flavored oil down his body. From head to toe, he let it drip down his muscles, his hair, his boxers...everywhere.  His hands began to glide over his chest, his nipples, then over the staff that was now prominent below.


"I wonder which is better. The book or real life?" Jared smiled down at Ian who had his hand in his pants already. 


"I guess I'll let you know. That part where Liam pours oil all over himself and Kyle licks it off was so hot, I don't know if I can compete with that. Especially by myself." Jared pouted, hooking a thumb in his boxers--the fabric so tight, it ripped a little more. "Whoops. I guess these things are just too tight to wear anymore. Maybe I should throw them away."


Stroking his cock in his pants, Ian nodded in serious agreement. "Yeah you should do that. You should just take them off."


"Or maybe you should take them off for me, rip em. That is, if you aren't too busy reading that book over there."


"I'm not doing anything," Ian quickly squeaked. He was so oblivious to the almost drooling look on his face that Jared had to keep from laughing. He loved how adorable Ian was. He was so shy and timid, but not in the bedroom. This role playing thing was totally working in Jared's favor this time.


Sweat pants abandoned, shirt tugged off his head, Ian stood inches from his boyfriend in only his underwear. 


"Miss you," Jared murmured. He pulled Ian to his wet body, rubbing them together as his lips kissed away his boyfriend's tension. 


"Miss you more." Ian submitted to Jared's passionate kisses, massaging the oil into any place he could reach.  Pulling back for a little air, he shook his head. "No doubt about it. The real thing is so much better."


Jared laughed, his own stress disappearing under Ian's fingers. "Good, I'm glad to be of service."


"Nah, it's not a service. You just love me is all." Ian winked, sliding down Jared's body with his tongue.


Closing his eyes, Jared smiled. "You're right, I love you for your tongue."


He received a slap to his inner thigh, his cock twitching in response. With another laugh, he opened his eyes and looked down into Ian's eyes. "Okay, I give. I love you for real. Oil and tongues excluded. Love you, Ian."


Bending down, he kissed his boy softly until Ian moaned. With his lips next to Ian's ear, he smiled. "Now get to work. I can't  lick myself."


They both cracked up laughing, ending up on the floor in a heap of arms, legs, and a whole lot of oil.


THE END.