"You mentioned the licking." He nuzzles his head into Darien's hand. "So, if I'm understanding you correctly, Bigfoot thought you were a lady Bigfoot and wanted to mate with you."
"I suspect," Charlie murmurs and wraps his hand around Darien's left one, "that to Bigfoot a wedding band is just a piece of shiny." He squeezes Darien's hand.
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"You'll never believe what I saw."
Beat.
"Or, you know, didn't see."
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He shakes his head.
"Bigfoot. I shit you not."
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"Bigfoot."
He slips a hand into Darien's front pocket. "Have you been smoking the good crack, puppy?"
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"I got licked by it, babe," he says, a little put out. "It was trying to horn in on your territory."
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And Darien's neck gets a gentle lick.
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"You tell that to the frickin' Bigfoot."
He laughs and leans closer to Charlie.
"Which was a him, incidentally. Apparently, and I'm never letting Kevin live this one down... the gland's a girl."
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Arms around Darien's waist, face in his neck . . . this feels so good.
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"Me neither. The Bigfoot knew, though. And did I mention the licking?"
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