September 25, 2007

BUBBLES by Rob Knight

Bored.

Bloody bored, that was what he was. And after dealing with immigration, who he usually managed to avoid like the Black Death, Jules was in a rotten mood on top.

He needed his Six. Needed him bad, because God knew his guitar wasn't holding his attention, and he didn't feel like making scones or any rot like that, but he couldn't call Mack's because his tiny bit of a mobile phone was all crushed where he'd thrown it again the wall as a sort of emphatic hang up.

So Jules waited. Tried napping. Tried wanking. He even tried reading a bloody book. None of it worked. He was lying on his back counting cracks in the ceiling when Six finally, FINALLY came home.

"Hey, J. Whatcha doing?" Six was carrying a bag of... something.

"Sulking, love. I? Am most definitely sulking. What about you?"

"Uh... Looking to get into trouble. Wanna?" There was a wicked gleam in those green eyes, a mischief that was appealing as fuck.

"Wanna what?" Jules always wanted to with Six, but he thought he ought to figure out what they were doing first.

Six grinned, hefted the bag. "I got a spliff, a big bottle of Mr. Bubble, peanuts, a six-pack, a crowbar, and two towels. There's a fountain downtown with a cheap lock on the gate..."

"Ooh. And colored light bulbs?" Oh, there was simply nothing like Six when he was preparing to do a little B & E and mischief.

"Red and blue and green." Six bounced. "You like the bubbles'll be colory?"

"Yeah. I like that, love." Jules rolled up, off the bed, hitching his denims up before they slipped off. He rewarded Six with a kiss for breaking his bad mood, grabbing that skinny arse and squeezing. "I like how you think."

"I was walking home and heard the tinkling and peeked in and thought -- dude! Office buildings don't have... office people on Sunday mornings."

Jules grinned, pecking another kiss on Six's nose before going to get a t-shirt. "Let's go before it gets any more people-y, then."

Six waited, almost patiently, bag rustling. "I thought, after, when we're feeling munchy? Pancakes."

Dressed and ready, Jules grabbed Six and spun him around, nodding happily. "You? Are the love of my life, Six-love."

Six laughed, kissed him hard. "Of course I am. Made for you, yeah. C'mon now. Bubbles and splashing and pretty lights."

"Yeah." He followed Six downstairs, grinning at the back of that bald head. Six needed a shave. That wasn't going to happen in a fountain, but he'd file it away for later on. Didn't take them long to get to Six's fountain either, and sure enough, the lock was no match for them. Of course, the best part was how bouncy and happy his Six was about it all.

Six handed him the bubbles and started stripping, ass wiggling. "I'll find the controls and turn on the lights and the music."

"I'll get the bubbles." Well, naturally he would. He was holding them, wasn't he? He was just a bit distracted by naked Six, was all.

Six nodded to him, stopping to take a long, deep kiss, tongue fucking his lips with that amazing fuck-I'm-happy-and-horny-and-want-to-play Six focus.

Jules sort of sat on the edge of the fountain when Six bounded off, his knees a tad weak. Then he looked at the Mr. Bubble bottle in his hand, blinking a little before remembering to uncap it and pour. Who could resist Six when he was like that? The soap started spreading, and Jules got up to strip, waiting for the water to run and foam up.

The lights and the bubbles started at the same time, and Six crowed, grabbing him and bounding into the water, swinging him around and around. "J-Pretty! Look! Pink bubbles!"

Laughing, Jules circled, splashing with Six and trying not to breathe in bubbles. "And sort of teal and lime ones." He grinned as a bubble settled on Six's head, blowing it off, blinking as it popped. "It's perfect, love."

Six nodded, those green eyes just *shining* for him. "Like magic but without the toads' eyes and dog butts and shit."

"Exactly." They danced, hands sliding over skin, washing each other. "So do we smoke before or after we fuck?"

"Mmm... Before. It'll make the colors fucking cool." Six was stroking his spine, his ass.

"Oh. Make your skin feel all tingly too." If Six kept on touching him that way, it wasn't going to happen, though.

"Mmm... Yeah." Six's hand wandered around to his cock, fingers circling the base.

"Love. If we're going to..." That felt good. So good. Soapy fingers sliding, Six petted him, stroked him. Made him crazed.

"Yeah, J?" Six was purring, eyes hot, shining, bubbles everywhere.

"I. Oh." His head fell back, hips rolling. His cock was hot, pushing right into Six's palm, making Jules gasp. "Love!"

That earned him a growl, Six's teeth fastening over his shoulder, biting deep.

Fuck. So much for the spliff, because Jules figured he was roaring toward the finish in record time. He thrust hard, humming, clutching Six's slick skin.

Six pumped him, hand hard, insistent, nails scraping him.

"Six. Oh, love." That was it. Six's thumbnail scraping his skin made the hair stand up on the back of his neck, made Jules shake and moan, shooting hard right into Six's hand. "Mmm. Good."

"Yeah. Yeah, J. Good." Six purred, rocking against him.

"What do you want, love? My mouth? Want to fuck me?" When he could think again, Jules started doing a bit of naughty touching of his own, pinching Six's nipples.

The rings were cool and slick under his fingers, Six nuzzling and rumbling, teeth threatening his skin. "Want you."

"However you want me, love. Whatever you want." Jules gave Six his throat, head back, asking for the bruise Six threatened him with, wanting it. He felt so daring, out in the open as they were, bubbles tickling their thighs, his ass and back.

"Can fucking see you -- all blue in the bubbles." Six bit down, pulling him close, marking him.

"Six-love. Yours." His hands slid down Six's back, squeezing Six's ass, fingers sliding between Six's cheeks. "Want you in me."

"Yeah. Yeah." Six muscled him over to one of the tiers in the fountain, bent him over it. Then he was being spread, bubble-slick fingers rubbing his hole.

Yeah. Just yeah. Jules leaned, spreading wide, opening right up fos Six. He rested his head on his crossed arms and pushed back, wiggling to tempt his Six. knowing his skin had to glow under the lights.

"J..." Six growled, hands sliding up along his spine, cock nudging him, spreading him.

"Now, love." He wanted it now, Six doing just what he needed, making the whole day go away, leaving bubbles and heat and wet behind. Six didn't make him wait, just fucked him good and hard, wet balls slapping against the backs of his thighs. Legs open wide, hips pushing up and back, Jules took Six in, loving the way that thick cock speared him. The bubbles flew around him, lights shimmering, and the sound of the running water mixed with Six's grunts, making him hum along with the rhythm.

"So fucking pretty..." Six started growling, roaring, thrusts rattling his bones.

His cock was up again, ready, the water splashing against it making him moan. Jules took everything Six gave him, breathless and needy, his knees aching from scraping against the stone beneath them. "Soon."

"Yeah. Yeah, J." One hand wrapped around his prick, pumping hard and fast.

"Oh, God. Please." He just needed... there. He needed Six's teeth there, and Six's prick just there, and it was all over. Jules shot hard, all of the colors melting and running together.

Six roared, heat filling him, marking him deep inside.

"Oh, love. That was just what I needed." Jules grinned, blowing a bubble off his nose.

"Yeah. 's what I do best." Six chuckled, low and husky and happy. "You."

"Too bloody right."

They's smoke, lounge a bit more, and maybe he'd let Six do what he did best again before they left. With Six? He was never, ever bored.