Back On The Central Coast - Two
Title: Back On The Central Coast, phase 2
"Honey, I'm home!" Spike breezed into his dark basement apartment with a swirl of his duster and a case of Marlboros.
His housemate stepped out of the tiny kitchen wearing an apron with the words "kiss the cook" emblazoned on the skirt and holding a basket.
Spike smiled wide. "Eli! You're looking domestic."
Weevil pulled off the apron with his left hand and tossed it aside revealing strong shoulders under his muscle shirt. "I'm finishing up our picnic for the beach tonight. Didn't want to drip any blood on the new chaps." He motioned to his leather motorcycle pants.
"Well, I'm still going to kiss the cook." Spike stepped up and tilted his head back slightly to plant a hungry wet kiss on Weevil's mouth. Weevil dropped the basket and reached his meaty hands around to grasp Spike by his shoulder blades and hold him close.
Spike pulled back after a minute, dragging his tongue one last time over Weevil's upper lip. He still held Weevil close in his arms.
"We're having a picnic on the beach?" He tilted his head, but less than usual with Weevil's brown eyes still so close.
"Yeah. It's a new moon and it'll be nice to see the stars, since you can't go out during the day and all."
"And this has nothing to do with distracting me on the night when you promised to explain about the tattoo on your arm. The one that says 'Lilly'?"
"I'll tell you all about it." Weevil leaned his head in closer, "just as soon as you tell me exactly why when I was taking you from behind on Wednesday you kept shouting out 'Angel!'."
"Honey, I'm home!" Spike breezed into his dark basement apartment with a swirl of his duster and a case of Marlboros.
His housemate stepped out of the tiny kitchen wearing an apron with the words "kiss the cook" emblazoned on the skirt and holding a basket.
Spike smiled wide. "Eli! You're looking domestic."
Weevil pulled off the apron with his left hand and tossed it aside revealing strong shoulders under his muscle shirt. "I'm finishing up our picnic for the beach tonight. Didn't want to drip any blood on the new chaps." He motioned to his leather motorcycle pants.
"Well, I'm still going to kiss the cook." Spike stepped up and tilted his head back slightly to plant a hungry wet kiss on Weevil's mouth. Weevil dropped the basket and reached his meaty hands around to grasp Spike by his shoulder blades and hold him close.
Spike pulled back after a minute, dragging his tongue one last time over Weevil's upper lip. He still held Weevil close in his arms.
"We're having a picnic on the beach?" He tilted his head, but less than usual with Weevil's brown eyes still so close.
"Yeah. It's a new moon and it'll be nice to see the stars, since you can't go out during the day and all."
"And this has nothing to do with distracting me on the night when you promised to explain about the tattoo on your arm. The one that says 'Lilly'?"
"I'll tell you all about it." Weevil leaned his head in closer, "just as soon as you tell me exactly why when I was taking you from behind on Wednesday you kept shouting out 'Angel!'."