Winter scene from a city -- Saskia birthday fic

[charisstoma]

Brightness in the drab sea of winter's retreat.
But what I really noticed was the perfect centering on each ass cheek of the glowing red plaid.


Title: Baiting
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 840
Birthday fic for Saskia.

“Makes me want to smack and grab those ass cheeks hard,” Luke commented. “Think he knows.”

Removing his mouth from the cup lid where he was sucking up his coffee Matt eyed the bright rainbow of an umbrella carried over the top half of the person with the ass in question. “Maybe.” He shrugged, “And then again the eclectic rest of his attire, the backpack; he’s probably a student which may mean you’ve got a chance after all. University is a time for exploring and discovering.”

Still eying that sweet ass with the Xs marking the spot, Luke growled, “and that shadowy line down, between his cheeks… he’s gotta know.”

Matt grinned, “Well if he walks by tomorrow wearing something similar, you’ll know if he knows.”

“Not going to happen and it would prove nothing,” Luke mourned. “Isn’t probably for me anyway.”

“Maybe not,” Matt agreed, “could be for me,” and he grinned putting his fingers up to his mouth and emitting a wolf whistle. The umbrella turned to look and Matt drew his tongue up over his open palm then dropped it to mimic jacking off.

“Oh SHIT, you’ve done it now,” Luke said as Umbrella Guy walked towards them fishing inside his pocket.

“Faint heart has a cold cock without a hot ass wrapped around it,” Matt murmured back. Umbrella Guy wasn’t gorgeous but he was the kind of cute that one day would mature into fine indeed.

“Hand,” was demanded and Matt held out his hand with a playful grin. Umbrella Guy bit down on the top of the pen and then scrawled numbers and a name on Matt’s palm. “Use that next time you’re using that hand on your cock and think of me. You might get lucky or you might smear ink on your cock waiting for me to answer but at least you’ll know what name to moan as you cum.”
As Umbrella Guy or Cash as the name read on Matt’s palm turned to leave, “I wouldn’t mind your number and name on mine too,” Luke said holding out his left hand.

Cash grinned raising an eyebrow, “You a lefty?”

“Nope, but I like to be able to read the phone number of the person I want to carry my children,” Luke returned.

Both of Cash's eyebrows went up, “You’re into mpreg?”

“If you’re the one getting pregnant with our children, I am,” Luke smiled back.

“How do you feel about alien probing?” Cash asked.

“Wouldn’t mind it if it’s you.”

Cash shook his head in mock sorrow, “You’ve got it bad. There may be no help for you.”

“You may be my only hope,” Luke put on serious.

With a laugh Cash said, “I’ve gotta get to class. Call me. We’ll try someplace that’s public and see how it goes.”

Luke blinked before saying, “You want our first time to be in public?”

“Not to fuck, possible parent to my unborn offspring,” Cash returned in a tone that implied he might be talking to an idiot.

“Tonight?”

“Call,” Cash said holding his hand up like a phone.

“It’s a date.”

Cash or Umbrella Guy turned and hurried off and Matt closed his mouth. “So, I’m supposed to reel them in and you land them?”

Luke’s shirt rustled and a tentacle emerged to smear away Cash’s cell number printed on Matt’s hand. “Yep. I’ll ask him if he’s got a little friend for you if I remember on my date,” Luke answered with a smirk. “Now if he’s walking towards campus and the next class is in 30 minutes, class should last about an hour and a half, that should mean that I could call him a couple minutes past 10….”

Later in another place

“I tell you Mikki, these Humans are very forward.”

“So, your clever placement of ‘fuck me shirt’ worked,” Mikki looked at his roommate in admiration.

“Told you that plaid flannel would get them,” said Cashiel. “He didn’t even blanche at the idea of alien probes or male pregnancy.”

“Does he know that he’s the one who is going to get probed? Probed long and hard?” Mikki asked.

Cashiel leered, “If need be he can try probing me while I’m probing him. My probe’s the one that will be thrusting in deep.”

“I’ve seen your cock, had it up my ass a time or two, too. Poor human. Poor, poor human. He doesn’t stand a chance. You’ll have him home with an ass full of procreative juices and a little imp on the way before he knows what fucked him.” Mikkiel shook his head, “Just remember, the class syllabus specifically says that sexual predation with intent to impregnate was only for graduated demons with permission to hunt.”

“He’s got a cute little friend,” Cashiel stopped and considered, “not ‘that’ little really,” he said grinning. “That friend was fucking frisky too. Want me to ask if that friend would like to come along to meet my friend?”

“Thank gods and little demons, YES.”

Cashiel’s phone rang. He grinned. Only one person had his number.