I'm gathering Meridae's "Jack and Huw" comments together

[charisstoma]

Moot Point spinoff by Meridae

"It's a moot point, I'm not doing it," Jack stated firmly, wiping his hands on the tea towel and carefully replacing it on the towel rail over the stove. In his mind, the subject was finished, the hanging up of the towel underlining that there was no more to discuss.

Unfortunately, Huw didn't speak domestic-Jack-ese like Jack's previous partner.

"I don't see why not - you'd wipe the floor with them!" Huw exclaimed around a mouthful of well creamed scone. Light fluffy scone, smothered with home made jam and cream from Huw's very own coews.

Jack sighed. "That may be - and I'm not saying it is. But do you (really( think the Country Women's Institue is ready for a gay, male chef to put their baked goods to shame?"

Huw grinned wickedly. "Ready for it? No. In desperate need of the shake up? Definitely. And more than willing to enjoy the scandal it will cause? Oh my god, yes!"

Jack couldn't help but grin back as he retrieved the last scone, smothered dolloped jam and cream liberally on top and presented it to his lover with a wink. Huw winked back, knowing the presentation of precious baked goods meant he'd won.

"Will you protect me from the blue rinse set when they chase me down the high street waving their rolling pins and hoisting up their girdles?" Jack asked coyly, sidling a bit closer as Huw eyed the treat with relish.

Huw paused with the scone half way to his mouth. "Droopy girdles you reckon?" Jack nodded solemnly. "Weeeelll . . . I don't know, that might be a bit much to ask of a man . . . "

Incensed, Jack tried to snatch the scone remnants back from Huw's hand, getting fingers full of smeared cream for his trouble. Huw caught his hand and carefully began to lick the cream from his digits.

"Hmmm," he murmured, using his grip on Jack's wrist to pull him closer. "I'm sure if you put just a bit more cream on it, I could be convinced to protect you from anything. Even blue-haired harpies."

Squirming closer, Jack smeared a line of cream down Huw's cheek then kiss-licked it off. "For you, my love, I have cream to spare."

Comments

[meridae.livejournal.com]

I think there was one more - Huw being grumpy cos it was raining. Oh, and there's a post-coital one in the potting shed. Don't know where I put them though. Heheheh.

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

Found the one in the potting shed,.. I think.
Huw grump because it's raining.... how far back???

It has been determined, we're going to dart you and tag you. Pay no attention to the cute little bell.
I wanted to give you a GPS chip cleverly disguised as an earing but Meep likes the bell. You'll get use to it... eventually.

[meridae.livejournal.com]

The raining one was the first one I posted I think - if you can't find it because I kept a copy of that one (I don't always).

Why a GPS chip, just use a GPS anklet like we do at work . . .

[meridae.livejournal.com]

http://www.buzzfeed.com/melaniepoloff/40-shirtless-guys-in-kilts-dhod

PLLLLUUUUUUNNNNNIES!

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

*coughs* First one was the best.
That a ton load of 'They're men, they're manly men. duh duh dada da da. They're me-enn in kilts.'*


* Mel Brooks version of Robin Hood, Men in Tights

[meridae.livejournal.com]

No. 6 is Ewan McGregor, No. 28 is Hugh Jackman, I'm not sure which one I like best, but No. 17 is certainly a favourite.