and I did.
Inspired by that photo of Jack and Ennis, a 250 word drabble.
That warm spot
right beneath his ear. He stroked it with his thumb, feeling the solid, living pulse… did it leap at his touch? It shows, he wants me, that is part a why I want em so bad. The betrayal of that pulsating spot, the halting of his breath, arrested by Ennis's hand closing over the tight muscles of his upper shoulder. C’mere, c’mere boy… and he would turn, flashing those mischievous eyes… I know what you want Ennis, they said to him, wordless, his lips curving up slowly into the knowing smile, with a knowledge beyond both of their years.
It made him feel naughty, prickly, horny and breathless. He kissed it, rising to the challenge, to wipe out the triumph of knowledge in the form of that smirk, it had to go, he had to meet it, to overcome it, and it dragged his body along behind, now beyond temptation, surrendering to a sensuality that lay in the bare inch between their bodies as he pulled him down, indifferent to the dew-laden grass. “Jesus Ennis you gonna go again?” came the surprised, delighted question.
“You got a problem with that?” his voice, low, demanding the answer both expected as he nuzzled into that pulse once more, throwing a leg over his bucking thighs, mounting him like a rearing horse before its final plunge, subduing it with the power of his body, grasping his hips and putting him right where he belonged, butted up snug against him as he came erect.
“Hell no.”
Topic: Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll (Read 3090459 times)