Non-Nano
I keep trying to write this one and the right words for it seem to not be there. Frustrating. But par for the course lately.
Soooo... I'll just put down the small part that sticks. You can imagine the rest.
"She's going to find out." He couldn't stop stroking Adam's skin. The place on his neck where the soft skin turned to the sharp bristle of whiskers. Funny, Adam didn't seem old enough to have whiskers.
"She won't care."
"She will if she finds out."
"Find out what?"
Both men tensed, Mick dropped his eyelids closed, fingers brushing from soft to sharp, then turned his head to regard Mabel.
She stood silhouetted in the setting sun. She held a cigarette in one hand, the other cupped on her hip.
"Get rid of that, it makes my head swim."
She sighed but flicked it away. She took a step forward, toeing Adam lightly in the ankle. Adam rolled away, leaving a cold spot next to Mick that Mabel quickly filled.
With an equally quick move back, Adam snuggled into Mabel's side. His hand sliding up her belly to cup one breast. Possessive. Firm. His thumb sliding against her quickly pebbled nipple.
Her breath quickened and she turned her head towards Mick. "Tell me."
Mick turned on his side, head resting on his palm as he unbuttoned her slacks and let his hand slide down into the warmth between her legs. "Adam wants to come home with us. Make this more of a regular thing." he gestured to her and over her to where their summer lover was kissing her neck and unbuttoning her shirt.
...
"It's our last day."
"Mmmm," Mick was too tired, too warm, too content to move. Sex did that to him.
"I want a picture. Of all of us.
Adam groaned, rolling over to rest his head against Mick's hip. "Talk her out of it, Mick."
He snorted, "You'll need to learn, boyo, that no one talks her out of nothing."
"Come on," she sat up, running her fingers through her hair, patting it back into place. "Put on your shirts and hand me the camera."
"Never, eh?"
Mick smiled. Filled to the brim with a feeling he couldn't describe even if he had the words to do so. "You just do what she says and everyone is happy."
Mabel snorted, "Is that how we've stayed happy for the last 11 years?"
Mick winked up at his wife, "Yes, dear. And it's how we'll continue to be happy for the next 11."
Soooo... I'll just put down the small part that sticks. You can imagine the rest.
"She's going to find out." He couldn't stop stroking Adam's skin. The place on his neck where the soft skin turned to the sharp bristle of whiskers. Funny, Adam didn't seem old enough to have whiskers.
"She won't care."
"She will if she finds out."
"Find out what?"
Both men tensed, Mick dropped his eyelids closed, fingers brushing from soft to sharp, then turned his head to regard Mabel.
She stood silhouetted in the setting sun. She held a cigarette in one hand, the other cupped on her hip.
"Get rid of that, it makes my head swim."
She sighed but flicked it away. She took a step forward, toeing Adam lightly in the ankle. Adam rolled away, leaving a cold spot next to Mick that Mabel quickly filled.
With an equally quick move back, Adam snuggled into Mabel's side. His hand sliding up her belly to cup one breast. Possessive. Firm. His thumb sliding against her quickly pebbled nipple.
Her breath quickened and she turned her head towards Mick. "Tell me."
Mick turned on his side, head resting on his palm as he unbuttoned her slacks and let his hand slide down into the warmth between her legs. "Adam wants to come home with us. Make this more of a regular thing." he gestured to her and over her to where their summer lover was kissing her neck and unbuttoning her shirt.
...
"It's our last day."
"Mmmm," Mick was too tired, too warm, too content to move. Sex did that to him.
"I want a picture. Of all of us.
Adam groaned, rolling over to rest his head against Mick's hip. "Talk her out of it, Mick."
He snorted, "You'll need to learn, boyo, that no one talks her out of nothing."
"Come on," she sat up, running her fingers through her hair, patting it back into place. "Put on your shirts and hand me the camera."
"Never, eh?"
Mick smiled. Filled to the brim with a feeling he couldn't describe even if he had the words to do so. "You just do what she says and everyone is happy."
Mabel snorted, "Is that how we've stayed happy for the last 11 years?"
Mick winked up at his wife, "Yes, dear. And it's how we'll continue to be happy for the next 11."