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thewordofweb) wrote2009-02-11 04:08 pm
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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.
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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"Jesus Christ," he whimpers, back arching.
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"S'not gonna be long," he warns.
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Come on. Come on, come on, Joe.
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He's pretty sure it's gotta be a sin to be as good at this as Webster is.
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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.
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"What about Toye and the Doc?"
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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'?"
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"Joe," I moan against his lips, wiggling slowly. "Joe, bring me off," I request simply.
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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?"
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Oh god, how does Joe Liebgott manage to overwhelm me so wholly? "Joe," I gasp. "Liebgott. Please."
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"Fuck," I whimper, getting Joe's name out in a moan. And then, then, I come. Heavy and spent, I sag heavily onto the silk sheets, unable to move much. "You're getting really,, really good at this."
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"What can I say?" he says, with a broad, shit-eating grin. "I've always been a fast learner."
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I grin up at him teasingly. "Might have a big date."
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"Yeah. I guess I can do somethin' with it."
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I give a soft whine as I sit and wait. "Just don't get me too riled?" I call over to him in the other room.
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"Hell, I'll do my best," he says, reaching for his scissors.