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There are just some things in the world that shouldn't be what they are.

For instance, I am sure that when I went to bed with my arms around Joe's waist, I hadn't worn red silk boxers, I hadn't strewn the bed with rose petals, and Joe wasn't wearing those...well, those. The bed, even, is dressed in different sheets and I rub at my eyes and sit up, trying desperately to ignore the fact that there are candles burning in the dim light of dawn and soft classical music playing.

"Fuck," I whine softly and yank at the covers (which have inexplicably turned to red silk), burying myself under them with a groan and de-settling too many rose petals to explain, ignoring the orchids and roses in vases around the room. I press my face against Joe's bare back and let out a muffled sound, trying to ignore the fact that I'm fairly sure I saw baby oil sitting on the dresser under a stack of love poetry.

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"Because I've got a natural talent for giving head, and..."

Joe stops dead behind Web, staring.

"Jesus Christ." He blinks again and shoves one hand straight back through his hair.

"One of us is goin' into sugar-shock."

Days ago, I'd have protested that 'giving head' should not have a proper direct translation in German, and yet, Joe's proven me wrong on that count. "Yeah," I agree, reaching back to make sure Joe doesn't run me over. I glance back with a trepidatious and worried look on my face.

"One or both," I say, edging inside the room and shooting Joe a wary grin. "Wanna steal a bunch and bring it back?"

Joe thinks about it for a moment and then grins, leaning in against Web for a split second, hips against his ass.

"Sure. Why the hell not? Some of this shit looks pretty damn good."

I exhale heavily, my breath shaky, and push back against Joe, the one thing I want clear before I snake my hand into his and tug him into the kitchen, grinning as I start rooting through the various items, letting go of his hand. "If you start vibrating from sugar shock, I'll hold you down," I tease, grinning more than I thought possible as I stare at Joe and wait for him to join me.

"Finish your sentence. Natural talent for giving head and...?"

Edited 2009-02-14 23:57 (UTC)

Joe sits down on one of the benches at the bar, sitting with one heel hooked up through the bar. He turns his head and grins broadly, reaching out for an iced cookie and taking a huge bite of it.

"And you'll have to wait and see."

I'm in the midst of pocketing heart-shaped lollipops and a plate's worth of frosted cupcakes, watching Joe and cuffing him with my elbow. "Come on," I order simply. "You and me. Homestead." I grab just one more cupcake for the frosting, smirking to myself as I walk out, hardly hesitating.

By the time I get back to my room, I can ignore the fact that it still looks like Cupid has vomited his wares all over and I set everything down, prying the lollipop from my mouth and sucking lightly on one half of a heart, waiting for Joe to join me.

Joe's still eating a cookie as he strolls into the room, one hand in his pocket as he shuts the door behind him and leans back against it.

"You know how filthy you look doin' that?"

He's pretty sure Webster's got to have at least an idea.

"That was the intention," I inform him, sucking just a little harder and lowering my eyelids, so that I'm at least fifty percent filthier as I fellate the lollipop, sitting on the bed and sprawling, legs going every which way before I lie back and stare at the ceiling on the mirror.

Squirming, I let my shirt ride up and watch the reflection, still sucking at the lollipop considerately, cupcakes to the side. "Joe," I say, to my reflection more than to him. "Come here."

Edited 2009-02-15 01:18 (UTC)

Joe's pretty sure he's never seen anybody do anything that filthy and he knew some pretty fuckin' dirty girls back in San Francisco. He stares, for a long moment. You just don't think about guys you fought with doing things like that and all for your benefit. You don't think about it, and then it's just happening, one day, just like that.

He walks across the room.

"Why?" he says, lifting one foot to nudge Web's side with his knee, leaning his weight onto the bed. "Whaddya want?"

I set the lollipop back on the table before grabbing Joe by the hips and stripping his shirt and vest off, loosening his pants and pushing him onto the bed while dipping my fingers in frosting, dabbing strategic places.

A nipple here, his chest, his stomach, and lower. All the way down to hip and then his cock and I grin broadly at Joe as I kneel over him. "Just keep looking up," I instruct before bowing my head to start sucking at his neck, where I've swiped frosting-covered fingers.

Jesus Christ.

"Didn't your Ma ever tell you not to play with your goddamn food?" says Joe, arching his back against the mattress, his fingers brushing through the short hair at the nape of Web's neck. Normally, he'd have had a hard time not lifting his head, not watching Web's mouth and his hands on his skin, but now he keeps his eyes fixed on the mirror up on the ceiling.

"But you're so tasty," I tease slightly, still sucking at his neck, straddling his waist and wanting to...well, why want? I lift my head and break my downward seduction in order to kiss Joe desperately, so much so that I get distracted with how long my lips are on his and it can well be construed as something akin to making out.

Normally, Joe'd have something to say about the fact that they're essentially making out with Web sitting in his lap, but, Jesus, he's got other things to attend to, sticky skin and Web's mouth pressed against his like that. He'd be crazy not to be enjoying this.

My hands fumble and stagger to cup Joe's cheeks, sticky yet with the remnants of frosting, but honest to god, after kissing Joe at every turn, during every situation, making out with him seems the next logical step and it's impossible to stop when he just tastes so goddamn good. I let loose a moan before sliding my lips back to his neck to suck the frosting off slowly, moving to his breastbone, where the next dab is, to his ribs, his stomach, hip, and then lower yet.

Slowly, I part lips and take him deep and swallow the frosting at once.

All Joe can do is stare, eyes fixed on Web in the mirror, the lift of his own hips, the slide of Web's mouth.

"Jesus Christ," he whimpers, back arching.

You taste good would have come from my lips had they not been previously occupied and I abandon speech to give Joe one more blowjob, always trying to make it the best of them, like every other time. My hands come to clasp at his hips tightly, one nudging under to brush and apply pressure to his balls, stroking lightly before I back off and lick and suck the head of Joe's dick, hoping it's as good a show as it can be, up in that mirror.

It's a pretty damn good show, and, even pushed up onto his elbows, Joe can't stop staring. His head's tipped back, giving him a better view.

"S'not gonna be long," he warns.

I exhale happily and ease off to grin dazedly at Joe, placing my mouth back on Joe and paying good attention to the tip, the most sensitive areas under my tongue. Softly, a moan comes from me and I blow softly, hot air there against the underside.

Come on. Come on, come on, Joe.

One of Joe's hands is up over his head, holding on to the bedframe, the other is pressed into Web's dark hair as his hips rock, movements becoming more erratic before a moan sobs out of him and he comes, and comes hard.

He's pretty sure it's gotta be a sin to be as good at this as Webster is.

As if I'm performing a pattern, this time I swallow rather than spit, happily intending to bring him off and swallow, enjoy it thoroughly. When I'm done cleaning Joe off, I go back to sucking and licking the remnants of the frosting from his skin.

Slowly, very slowly, I grin dazedly at Liebgott. "I wonder if this is why Toye and Roe...well, enjoy this. Really good head," I tease, sprawling on the bed beside Joe with a long exhalation.

Still lying prone from the blow-job and the sensation of Web's lips and tongue against his skin, Joe barely has the energy to lift his head.

"What about Toye and the Doc?"

I stay where I am, kissing Joe's neck slowly, brushing his hair to the side to suck off some more frosting. "I think they're together," I mumble, still kissing slowly down his chest. "Toye says he's like me, he was staring at Doc like...well, like..."

"Huh."

Joe thinks about that for a moment, idly shifting his hips as Web sucks on his neck.

"You think it's in the water or somethin'?"

I laugh lazily at that, grinning over at Joe as I crawl back into his lap and straddle his waist and lean down to kiss him and then do it again and again. Back to the making out, rather. I palm my full hand down his chest, cupping his hip and kissing him harder.

"Joe," I moan against his lips, wiggling slowly. "Joe, bring me off," I request simply.

Joe doesn't need telling twice. The movements still aren't entirely natural, twitching his hand between them, curling his fingers around Web's dick and starting to jerk slowly. He started off pretending that it was just like touching his own, the same thing, altogether, but it's not like that at all.

Now he finds himself wanting to focus on the fact that it's Web's dick in his hand. So maybe it is in the water.

"Like that?" he murmurs, eyes off the mirror now, fixed on Web's face. "You like that?"