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charisstoma) wrote2013-10-13 12:59 pm
charisstoma) wrote2013-10-13 12:59 pm
Theo and Ed: Another Year More --- Dunk your penis do you?
Title: Another Year More
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 380
Follows from Theo and Ed's Anniversary
Meep gave me this link to find the beaker that brought on this duo of drabbles. It’s found here:
http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/gifts/rude-presents-willy-mug.html?gclid=COT6zP-bkroCFRPItAodcSgADg#utm_source=froogle&utm_medium=free&utm_term=Penis+Mug+with+Optional+Sweets
Ed cautiously moved the beakers around on their shelf. This year neither of them had time off for extended anniversary getaways. They’d be lucky to be able to go into work late, Ed’s administration had said that unless you brought in a signed and certified hospital note you would be either at work or out of work. Theo’s employer had been less rigid but he knew that things were tense over at his government’s offices what with what was happening in politics right now. Theo was one of the lucky ones who wasn’t on furlough even if the pay checks weren’t currently being deposited into his account.
9 years they’d been together, his Yank and he. Ed stroked a finger down the handle of one of the beakers loving the feel of the hard smooth curve. The ceramic was cool to the touch, quite unlike the real thing in temperature, all the other attributes though … well maybe not the color. Theo turned a nice warm subtle pink that was satisfying to wrap a mouth around and the flavor … he loved Theo’s flavor.
Which reminded him, he’d better go check the dessert. It was needed to add the fillip to a romantic dinner, served up in the handled bowl with its custom inscription. He blushed as he recollected the amused look on Mrs. Crew’s face when he’d ordered the set. Face reddening further in remembrance of how he’d blustered out that it was for their anniversary’s dessert and, at the grin spreading out over the lady’s face, realized how else that could be taken.
Pushing all that aside in his mind, he admired the result. The ceramic pumpkin bowl would be perfect for serving up the Pumpkin based dessert. The smaller pumpkin bowls/beakers for the soup looked charming too and more likely to see polite company then the larger version with its custom inscription.
Mrs. Crew had added the opalescent glazing accents around the top to the serving bowl, at no extra charge since it was her suggestion, to go with the anniversary dedication. He'd had to be adamant that 'come' be spelled come and not cum.
“When the frost is on the punkin, then’s the time for Peter dunkin.”
Ed and Theo
9 Years With More To Come.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 380
Follows from Theo and Ed's Anniversary
Meep gave me this link to find the beaker that brought on this duo of drabbles. It’s found here:
http://www.find-me-a-gift.co.uk/gifts/rude-presents-willy-mug.html?gclid=COT6zP-bkroCFRPItAodcSgADg#utm_source=froogle&utm_medium=free&utm_term=Penis+Mug+with+Optional+Sweets
Ed cautiously moved the beakers around on their shelf. This year neither of them had time off for extended anniversary getaways. They’d be lucky to be able to go into work late, Ed’s administration had said that unless you brought in a signed and certified hospital note you would be either at work or out of work. Theo’s employer had been less rigid but he knew that things were tense over at his government’s offices what with what was happening in politics right now. Theo was one of the lucky ones who wasn’t on furlough even if the pay checks weren’t currently being deposited into his account.
9 years they’d been together, his Yank and he. Ed stroked a finger down the handle of one of the beakers loving the feel of the hard smooth curve. The ceramic was cool to the touch, quite unlike the real thing in temperature, all the other attributes though … well maybe not the color. Theo turned a nice warm subtle pink that was satisfying to wrap a mouth around and the flavor … he loved Theo’s flavor.
Which reminded him, he’d better go check the dessert. It was needed to add the fillip to a romantic dinner, served up in the handled bowl with its custom inscription. He blushed as he recollected the amused look on Mrs. Crew’s face when he’d ordered the set. Face reddening further in remembrance of how he’d blustered out that it was for their anniversary’s dessert and, at the grin spreading out over the lady’s face, realized how else that could be taken.
Pushing all that aside in his mind, he admired the result. The ceramic pumpkin bowl would be perfect for serving up the Pumpkin based dessert. The smaller pumpkin bowls/beakers for the soup looked charming too and more likely to see polite company then the larger version with its custom inscription.
Mrs. Crew had added the opalescent glazing accents around the top to the serving bowl, at no extra charge since it was her suggestion, to go with the anniversary dedication. He'd had to be adamant that 'come' be spelled come and not cum.
Ed and Theo
9 Years With More To Come.
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Author's note for mee_eep - Smile Classification: Tender.
When Jack met Huw – Part Two:
Jack woke to a pounding, over-stuffed-with-wet-cotton feeling in his head, and lungs that felt like grated cheese. Which wasn’t even taking into account the aching joints, the red hot pokers stabbing through the cotton behind his eyes, or the distinct suspicion he’d died and gone to hell, he was so damned hot.
He felt movement beside him, the sound of water dripping into a bowl, and then the burning haze basting his skin was countered slightly by a cool, damp cloth being smoothed onto his forehead.
Someone was looking after him.
“Wha -?” He managed to rasp, his throat too sore and his breathing too laboured to produce a full sentence.
“Shhhh,” a deep voice soothed, as a second cloth glided gently over his skin, leaving blessed coolness in its wake.
He swallowed painfully and tried again. “Where?”
“S’okay. Tha be in my bed.” The voice – and the body attached to it – moved away briefly. More splashing of water – the cloth being dropped back into the bowl? – then the mattress dipped as a heavy weight settled beside him.
Oh. Okay. That made sense. He guessed. Maybe. Or not. “Uhhh . . . why?”
A soft velvet chuckle. “Hush, tha be ill. Go back to sleep. I’ll care for thee.”
Mmmm . . . that sounded nice.
Too tired and too pained to question further, Jack let his body settle more deeply into the pillowy mattress beneath him. The body next to him shifted slightly, getting comfortable and pulling a warm, cosy quilt over them both. Reassured by the other’s presence, Jack sunk immediately back into sleep.
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Embarrassment is sure to follow when Jack is able to mentally surface again.
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