Prompt Post #13
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Pairing - [Spoilers if any] - kinks or [FILL], in reply to a prompt
PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE
PART SIX
PART SEVEN
PART EIGHT
PART NINE
PART TEN
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Chris peeked out from under the towel he was using to dry his hair, squinting through dense post-shower steam. Darren was wearing one of the super-fluffy robes that the resort had so thoughtfully provided, with a spa-sized towel wrapped around his head. Standing there with his fists on his hips and a vague frown on his face, he looked like a slightly-camp-but-hypermasculine version of a 1950’s housewife. Chris would have told him so, except he was fairly sure that Darren would have been gratified by the compliment. He cleared his throat. “There’s a whole… bar-thing out there, fridge and all. I saw it briefly as you were dragging me into the bathroom to have your wicked way with me.”
Darren gave him a look, and just like that, 1950’s housewife morphed into sexy-turban-wearing-pirate. It was unnerving. “That’s for water and vodka and pretzels and stuff. Snacks.”
“Do you want lunch?”
“No. I…” Darren left the bathroom and headed to the bedroom. Chris followed him, still scrubbing his damp hair. Darren picked up the hospitality phone. “Hi,” he said brightly after a brief pause. “We’re having sex, and we need food.”
Chris choked on nothing. “Darren!”
“Yes,” Darren said, ignoring him, twisting the phone cord around his finger. “We’ve been having rigorous sex for a couple hours now, but I have plans for a lot more. Please send some form of sustenance suited to the occasion-yes, yes, thank you.” He hung up, smiling as broadly as if all the world’s problems had just been solved. “I love this place.”
Chris sighed. “You’re a fucking maniac.”
Darren’s smile shaded to a grin as he looked Chris over. “Ideally, you should be naked in this bed, all rumpled and flushed, when the food gets here. Think we have time to get you all worked up?”
“Oh, no you don’t-” Chris was halfway back to the bathroom when Darren caught him around the waist, tossing him on the bed like he weighed nothing. His howls of outrage were somewhat undermined by the fact that he couldn’t stop laughing.
They had time. Just.
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