Sick, Stockboy and Blush

[unavoidedcrisis]

So anyways, Jessica is sick from being at rugby camp, so she was not at school today and I missed my normal Jessica interaction. And I promised I'd call her, and I never did.

I'm a terrible friend.

Had a weird fantasy today, involving stockboy-who-shall-not-be-named. It wasn't so much weird, as just ... yeah. Anyways, moving on. He's cute though...

I told Aric he should sell one of his kidneys for extra cash. He did not seem amused by me.

I also likened Veruca Salt [the fictional character, not the band] to a horny rhino. In a portfolio piece. Oh my.

And I wrote Blush. It's still being edited, but here is the working version. I'm a whore for the feedback, you all know that!

Mush bounced up and down on the bed. “Hurry up! We’re going to miss it

 

“Mush, for Christ sakes, I’m going as fast as I can! We won’t miss it!”

 

“Do you need my help, Blinky?” Mush asked, getting up and strolling towards the door.

 

“I do not.”

 

“Boo. No fun,” Mush pouted.

 

“Mush, stop pouting. It’s not cute. And you and I both know if you come in here and ‘help’ me we’ll never get out of here, and we will miss it!”

 

“…”

 

“What?”

 

“Maybe I don’t wanna go…”

 

“MUSH! You haven’t shut up about this for a month. We’re going. I promised them we wouldn’t be late this time.”

 

“We won’t make it if you don’t hurry up and get in the shower! They’ll kill us if we’re late!”

 

“…I’m going.”

 

“Good Blink.”

 

The shower started. Mush frowned at the shut door and went back to sit on the bed.

 

*

 

In what had to have been a record time of four minutes and seventeen seconds, the water turned off.

 

“Blink?”

 

“I’m hurrying! Stop nagging me!”

 

Mush was next to the door again. He tried the knob. It was unlocked, as always. He slipped inside the bathroom quietly, betting on the fact that Blink would be faced away from the door and that the mirror would be foggy.

 

“Mush?”

 

“… No?”

 

“What do you need?”

 

“You,” Mush said, unwrapping the towel around Blink’s waist.

 

“Ugh… We are going to be late then, you know.”

 

“Not if you hurry.”

 

“Me? Why do I have to hurry?” Mush turned him around and kissed the tip of his nose.

 

“You’re cute.”

 

“What?”

 

“I said that you were cute. Now let’s do naughty things.”

 

Blink raised an eyebrow. “What sort of naughty things?” He sounded almost suspicious.

 

Mush smiled and kissed him again, then slid down to his knees.

 

Blink groaned with the sheer unexpected pleasure of the kisses that were landing all over his inner thighs. His hands landed heavily on Mush’s shoulders, merely because it seemed like a logical place.

 

Mush was enthusiastic about his work, this much was true. He rarely went down on Blink, but when he did, Blink nearly melted.

 

While Mush licked circles around Blink’s erection, Blink was just concentrating on breathing. It was so unlike Mush to initiate a situation such as this. It was out of character. Mush would act all sweet, and start kissing and touching, but never anything this… hardcore was the only word Blink could think of. He could not imagine what had possessed his boyfriend to do what he was doing. Not that Blink would ever argue.

 

Blink was getting closer and closer to the edge, and they could both tell. Mush made a happy sound in his throat and sucked a little harder. Blink squeezed Mush’s shoulders to steady himself.

 

Blink came a few moments later. He cherished the feeling of his whole body relaxing after the tension of the last few minutes was released in one big burst. On the floor, Mush swallowed what he could, and then stood to spit the rest into the sink behind him. He didn’t meet Blink’s eyes as he slipped out of the bathroom. “We’re going to be late,” he said to the floor.

 

Blink stared incredulously at the doorway. “What the…” he followed Mush back into the bedroom. Mush was rummaging through the closet. “What the hell?”

 

Mush shook his head. “Sorry.”

 

“Sorry?! Fuck, Mush, don’t be sorry! Just do that more often. You know I love it.”

 

“I don’t.”

 

Blink exhaled sharply, oozing annoyance. “Then don’t do it. I don’t care, I still love you either way.”

 

Mush turned to face him, now smiling. “I needed to hear that.” He was about to give Blink a hug, when he realized, “Oh Blink! You’re not dressed! You’re still wet! We’re going to be late!”

 

Blink went back into the bathroom to his fresh clothes, shaking his head in a mixture of disbelief and confusion.

 

In what was most definitely a record time of four minutes and forty-four seconds, they were in Blink’s car driving towards the train station. “…Mush?” Blink started.

 

“Mmm hmm?”

 

“What was that all about?”

 

Mush shrugged. ‘I… I don’t know. I like to see you happy. And you looked so stressed the last couple days. I don’t know.”

 

Blink looked sideways at him. “God, you’re awesome.”

 

Mush smiled. “Am I any good at…? That?”

 

“Good?!”

 

Mush sighed. “You could have said something long before now, you know. Do you know how much of a tool I feel like now?”

 

“That was the good kind of ‘good?!’, Mush.”

 

“Oh. I thought it meant that I wasn’t any good.”

 

Blink shook his head empathetically. “You are definitely good at it. You’re not so good that you couldn’t use some more practice or anything… But it was good, really.”

 

“’More practice’ as in you want ‘more blowjobs’?”

 

“…Yes.”

 

“Just drive, Blink. We’re already late.”

 

Comments

[entropic-order.livejournal.com]

See this? This is why I love Blush. It's very, very cute. I like the detail of "a record time of four minutes and seventeen seconds". Also, your dialogue? Love it. I wish I could write dialogue that well.

[random-laughter.livejournal.com]

Could I show this story to a friend who would find it eternally amusing?

[unavoidedcrisis.livejournal.com]

*is offended* What do you mean by that?

[random-laughter.livejournal.com]

Please don't be offended, I meant they'd like it.