Bed is for "Two Things"
A challenge

"Bed is for two things, and eating isn't one of them, Sandburg," Jim growled as Blair climbed into bed with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies.  "You'll get crumbs in the sheets!"

Blair looked at Jim as if over the rims of his scholarly glasses and opined, "And crumbs would irritate your *sensitive* skin so much, wouldn't they?"  He set the glass and plate on the nightstand while settling back to deal with his sullen sentinel.

"Yes," Jim returned, warily.

Blair caught the edge of the sheet and drew it away from Jim's body.  He began to lightly touch Jim.  The teasing strokes along Jim's abs weren't enough to tickle, but were enough to cause Jim to gasp in anticipation of Blair's next move.

"But they are my favorites.  Those big, soft ones with the chunks of dark chocolate that melts on my fingers so that I have to lick it off.  Or else let someone else lick it off?"

Jim's eyes lowered. Bittersweet chocolate covered Blair.  Oh.

"Rich creamy milk to quench my thirst."

Blair moved over Jim and began pressing kisses down his body until he came to the edge of Jim's boxers.  He pulled them down Jim's legs with his lover's eager assistance.  Blair devoured Jim's cock like a starving man.

*****

"I've been played, haven't I?"  Jim gritted out as Blair later dunked his Pepperidge Farm Cookie and munched it happily.

"Like a Stradivarius."

May 17, 2002