What I'm thinking about right now
Feb. 1st, 2011 11:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Another night, another dinner.
"Hot dogs are so not halal," Jack commented, loading his first one up with chili and mustard. He'd come back for onions, and cheese next.
"Turkey dogs," Daniel said.
"You have to tell me what the guys think of them," Jack said.
"Probably that they are the most disgusting thing Daania has come up with to cook for you yet," Daniel grumbled.
"Not a fan of hot dogs, eh? Some kind of Californian vegetarian Commie, are ya?"
"No!" Daniel protested. "I am not!"
"Though I have to say, I like the way you eat those things," Daniel said, timing his comment for just the moment Jack wrapped his lips around his second bite.
"Oh, my God, do not do this, Daniel. I'm tryin' to eat here."
"Once you sucked me off, you could do whatever you wanted with me."
"Shut up, shut up!" Jack said around his mouth full of what should be delicious, non-erotic, junky goodness.
"I like it rough. Or sweet. Or tied up. You know, whatever way you like it," Daniel purred.
And he was totally not getting hard thinking about sucking Daniel up, while Daniel was helplessly tied up to a dildo stuck up his ass.
Daniel reached up to touch his veil.
"Don't you dare!" Jack said, jumping up and turning his back on Daniel, practically running for the kitchen. "I'll lock myself in the armory," he threatened.
He heard Daniel laughing behind him.
"You know you want me," Daniel said. "I saw how much!"
"You saw no such thing!" Jack shouted from the kitchen.
"You like it when I talk dirty," Daniel howled in delight.
Jack grabbed a hot dog from the plate and stalked out of the kitchen again, prowling across the room toward Daniel menacingly. Daniel's eyes widened.
"Yes. Let's take that veil and turban off. I'd like to see what you look like with a wiener in your mouth."
Daniel dodged around the back of his chair, then beat a hasty retreat up the stairs.
"You just think about that!" Jack yelled after him.
He happened to glance out the open window to see one of the guys peering over curiously. Maybe Ahsan. He waved the hot dog at the man cheerfully, and went back to the kitchen.
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