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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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I shake my head at my inherent stupidity and get up to slide into a pair of navy blue trousers, glancing over my shoulder as my hair curls on my forehead, slipping there. "Happy Valentine's Day, Joe," I wish him with a grin on my lips, leaning back against the somehow-now-pink walls.

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"I don't suppose you're feelin' fuckin' brave enough to go check my clothes, are ya?" says Joe, flopping back to lie down again, face turned to one side.

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Tugging on a pair of socks and shoes, I run a hand through my hair and duck into the mirror to glance at my reflection, judging it as decent enough, even if it's fancier than what I would wear on any normal given day. Leaning into his door, I glance into his room and snort, digging through the closet and returning with a pinstriped shirt, pair of corduroys and waistcoat. "Just...trust me," I offer to him, not mentioning the presence of a cupid-esque fountain in the midst of it all. "Come on, get dressed so we can get out of here and I can retain my sanity. Bitte?"

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"You're kidding me," says Joe, sitting up and rooting through the clothes that Web's handed him. "This is seriously the best it is? Jesus Christ."

He gets out of bed, heart-printed underwear hanging on his skinny hips.

"It's gonna be a fuckin' long day, isn't it?"

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I turn away to give Joe privacy as he dresses, not wanting to intrude on him, keeping my eyes on the art in my room that seems to be vaguely erotic and more than disturbing at the same time. "That's why we should get out of here. We can go hide somewhere that doesn't have cherry blossoms falling all over the gazebo."

Such as their backyard.

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Joe pulls on all of the clothes that he was handed, vest included, and pulls on his sneakers.

"Cherry blossoms? You're fuckin' kidding me."

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"God, I wish I were," I bemoan with a sigh, leaning a hand out to grab Joe's and yank him up off the bed, sliding it around his waist for the three point five seconds we have before we're back out in public and we can no longer do things like that.

I let his hand fall from mine as I open the door to the hall and coax him out the back way. "Maybe the orchards are fine. We can just hide out and talk or something," I suggest.

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Joe leans into Web for the three, four steps it takes to get to the door and then he walks ahead of him down the hallway, hands in his pants pockets.

"You want me to hang out. And talk. In a vest. How queer do you need me to look today, Webster?" says Joe, grinning over his shoulder, obviously teasing.

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"We could go see if there are darts lying around?" I suggest, finding that a slightly better alternative. "The curling rink to throw a stone around until this abates?" With that, I slide the door shut behind us, smiling half-heartedly and letting out the smallest of sighs.

"You look amazing," I say, wishing I could do something about it.

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"So you want to make me look like a queer Canadian?" A few paces ahead, Joe stops and looks back over his shoulder, his smile making him looking pretty much like an adolescent boy for a moment.

"...You don't look so bad yourself."

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"Then what do you want to do?" I ask, long-suffering and acting as though Joe is the very bane of my existence, as if that smile doesn't make something fall in my stomach and send a shiver down my back, as if those words aren't as welcome as they are.

"I'm wearing pink," I point out in disgust.

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"You think I hadn't noticed?" says Joe, with a broad grin. "I'm hangin' around with you, dressed like that. I'm pretty sure I ain't gonna look any queerer today."

Joe shrugs and reaches out, touching the back of Web's neck while there's nobody in the corridor but them.

"You hungry?"

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"Why am I with you?" I ask myself rhetorically as I manage a cocksure grin in Joe's direction, following his lead as I push up the pink sleeves a little more, following until the kitchen comes into view.

My murmur of agreement is quiet, though my whole body is shivering in reply to Joe's light touch and my mouth falls open as I stare at nothing but his lips, licking my own before heading to the kitchen. And finding...well, it's almost as if a sugar confectionary store exploded and threw up at once. And produced this.

"I hope you didn't want anything of substance," I say, dumbfounded, frozen shut in the doorway to the kitchen.

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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."

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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?"

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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."

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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...?"

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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."

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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.

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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.

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"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."

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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"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.