About Sticky Fingers

by HT Murray
17 pages / 4400 words
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Several months into the romance phase of their lifelong relationship, Cal Jerome and Ian Jeffries, of Go Fish fame, are just returning home from a vacation on the Jerome ranch and enjoying a taste of home that involves backyard barbecue and watermelon. Ian's never been particularly suave, so it's no surprise he ends up wearing more watermelon than he eats. Completely turned on by the image of Ian covered in watermelon juice, and now, equipped with a handy dandy rind with which to staunch the trademark Ian Jeffries mood-thrashing rhetoric, Cal decides sweet with a side of salty makes for spicy hot fun.

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Ian looked a little shell-shocked when he realized he had juice running down his arms, more dripping off his elbows, and nothing to wipe it off with. Cal recognized the exact second Ian understood the ridiculousness of his predicament. A hint of bright red crept up his juice-drenched cheek and over the tops of his ears, but that was the worst of it, nothing like the strangled beet color he'd gone when Cal's mother had threatened to steal him away, usually with a squeeze to parts of his anatomy he kept behind pockets with designer logos on them. Cal was the only one there, and Cal had seen him covered in way nastier things than fruit juice.

God, Ian even had juice in his eyelashes. How was that possible? Cal's stomach growled, and he knew he wasn't hungry.

"Dude, my fingers are trying to stick together," Ian whined.

Cal knew that was his cue to get off his ass and go back inside to find the napkins, but he didn't. Instead it was, "Lick 'em off."

He fully intended it to be a joke, a half-dare at best. What it ended up being was growly, demanding, and predatory. Pretty much exactly like he was possessed by his own dick.

Only one rite of exorcism worked on that level of possession.