HT100 Prompt - 245 - Remix - Happy Valentine's Day
Title: Happy Valentine's Day
Characters: James Robson, Vern Schillinger, Tobias Beecher, and Chris Keller
Rating: R
Word Count: 250
Remix Of: Sucker! by vanillalime for Prompt 208 - Hearts & Flowers
A/N: I kept one line of dialogue from the original because it fit in well from Robson's POV.
“You’re going to rot your teeth out with that crap,” Vern said, eyeing the giant heart-shaped lollipop that Robson was twirling around in his fingers. “Unless that’s not for you... Is that it? Got a prag that you haven’t bothered to share?”
“Just leave it, Vern. If I had a prag, he’d be sucking something other than a lollipop.”
“Whatever you say.” Vern handed him a can of vegetables. “Speaking of prags, make sure Beecher gets this. I wouldn’t want him to think his old cell mate forgot him on Valentine’s Day. Some sweet peas for my sweet pea.”
Robson chuckled. “Sure thing,” he said, tossing the can into the mail cart and heading toward EmCity. As soon as he was out of sight of the mailroom he tied a tag that read “From An Admirer” to the lollipop. What Vern didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Or Robson either, for that matter.
The can of sweet peas bounced off Beecher’s mattress and fell onto the floor with a thunk. “Your valentine from Vern,” Robson told him as he walked away.
From across the quad, Robson could see Beecher’s tongue snake out to sample the sweetness of the lollipop. Keller had joined Beecher in the pod and, judging by Keller’s body language, it was time for Robson to head out.
Later that night in his bunk, Robson imagined Beecher’s tongue, sticky and cherry-red, delivering a long lick to his cock. It had shaped up to be a happy Valentine’s Day, indeed.
Characters: James Robson, Vern Schillinger, Tobias Beecher, and Chris Keller
Rating: R
Word Count: 250
Remix Of: Sucker! by vanillalime for Prompt 208 - Hearts & Flowers
A/N: I kept one line of dialogue from the original because it fit in well from Robson's POV.
“You’re going to rot your teeth out with that crap,” Vern said, eyeing the giant heart-shaped lollipop that Robson was twirling around in his fingers. “Unless that’s not for you... Is that it? Got a prag that you haven’t bothered to share?”
“Just leave it, Vern. If I had a prag, he’d be sucking something other than a lollipop.”
“Whatever you say.” Vern handed him a can of vegetables. “Speaking of prags, make sure Beecher gets this. I wouldn’t want him to think his old cell mate forgot him on Valentine’s Day. Some sweet peas for my sweet pea.”
Robson chuckled. “Sure thing,” he said, tossing the can into the mail cart and heading toward EmCity. As soon as he was out of sight of the mailroom he tied a tag that read “From An Admirer” to the lollipop. What Vern didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Or Robson either, for that matter.
The can of sweet peas bounced off Beecher’s mattress and fell onto the floor with a thunk. “Your valentine from Vern,” Robson told him as he walked away.
From across the quad, Robson could see Beecher’s tongue snake out to sample the sweetness of the lollipop. Keller had joined Beecher in the pod and, judging by Keller’s body language, it was time for Robson to head out.
Later that night in his bunk, Robson imagined Beecher’s tongue, sticky and cherry-red, delivering a long lick to his cock. It had shaped up to be a happy Valentine’s Day, indeed.