Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Wednesday Briefs: In Pieces #47 (12.1)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

Last time, Salvation was in Houma, playing in an underground club, and Abby's erstwhile boyfriend Brandon decided to show up. He didn't make a good impression on Ryan, and Ben and Aiden don't seem particularly fond of him either. But it's another day, another show. See what's up in this week's chapter of In Pieces. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them!  Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

In Pieces #47 (12.1)

Ben’s eyelids began to flutter open, accompanied by a soft sound that could have been a moan or a sigh. As he focused his eyes, his crystal blue gaze fell on Ryan, sitting on the edge of the bed, and a luminous smile spread across his face. “You’re up early.” Ryan found Ben’s sleep-hoarse voice sexy.

“A little,” Ryan admitted. “I wanted to surprise you this morning.”

“Surprise me?” Ben struggled into a sitting position. He ran one hand through his bed-tousled hair.

“I made breakfast.” Ryan indicated the table between their beds. Poking about in the kitchen for something to serve Ben breakfast in bed, he’d been lucky enough to find a lap tray in the pantry, as well as a silver cloche. The cover effectively concealed what lay beneath.

“You’re too good to me,” Ben said. “I can’t believe you went to all that trouble… just for me…”

“No trouble,” Ryan assured him. “Not when it comes to you.” That produced another warm smile from Ben.

“I warn you, it’s nothing fancy. I just went with what I could find in the fridge and pantry. I toasted some English muffins, and buttered them. I couldn’t find any eggs, but there was still some of that fruit we had. Strawberries and grapes. Plus I squeezed some orange juice.”

Ben made no immediate reply. Had he done something wrong? But then Ben swiped at one eye and sniffled slightly. “It all sounds wonderful,” he said softly. “But before I get to that, there’s something I want a lot more.”

“What is it? Anything you want, I’ll get it for you.”

Ben crooked his finger and beckoned to Ryan. “I want you,” he said. “I want to taste your lips.” His own lips parted in mute expectation.

Ryan leaned toward Ben even as Ben moved toward him, their lips meeting gloriously in the middle. Ryan was in heaven. This was how he wanted to start every day, with Ben’s touch.

Ben insisted they share the breakfast Ryan had made. They took turns feeding each other, teasing the succulent strawberries and plump grapes between their lips, kissing each another in between bites. Licking and sucking buttery finger tips. When they were done, they set the dishes aside, slid between the sheets and made love again.

The sound of running water and laughter woke Ryan. Momentarily confused, he quickly realized what he was hearing was Keanu and Deacon, carrying on in the bathroom the two bedrooms shared. Damn, he and Ben must have fallen asleep. He rolled over and grabbed his cell phone from the bedside table. Almost one o’clock. Where had the day gone?

He tried to remember what was on Salvation’s schedule. He knew Sunday was open, but weren’t they playing tonight? Some place in New Orleans?

“Sounds like someone’s having a good time.”

Ryan glanced back at Ben, who was obviously awake and very much amused at what he was hearing. Ryan was less impressed. He’d hoped to jump in the shower, and he was sure Ben would want one too, some time before the show.

“Is it wrong to hope they’re almost done?” Ryan asked.

Ben scooted closer to Ryan. He threw one leg across Ryan’s, bringing their crotches into closer proximity. “We could always use Cameron’s bathroom, since he isn’t here.”

Ryan didn’t like that idea, but for no reason he could put a finger on. He just didn’t trust the man, and maybe it was the idea of being inside his personal space that was so distasteful. Luckily for him, the sound of falling water suddenly ceased. Moments afterward, he heard footsteps. Then the door into Keanu and Deacon’s bedroom slammed shut, followed by silence.

“Looks like it’s our turn after all,” Ben said. He rubbed himself seductively against Ryan, as if he intended to dry hump him. Ryan couldn’t help but moan. He couldn’t resist Ben’s siren call, no matter how many times they made love, or how recently.

“Don’t you have a show tonight?” Ryan tried to steer his lover’s mind toward business, but he suspected that was a losing battle.

“Sure do,” Ben said. “But that’s later. This is here and now.”  He reached between him and grasped Ryan’s semi-hard cock. God, Ben made saying no impossible.

“C’mon, let’s see how much hot water’s left.” He abruptly rolled off Ryan and sashayed his way toward the bathroom. What else could Ryan do but follow him?

to be continued

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