brainofck

I'm really supposed to be drafting three different sets of estate planning documents, but we all know how I cannot let a challenge like this one go by... Even though it was a challenge issued to someone else COMPLETELY!!!

Daniel was drifting in a sweet warm dream. Someone was holding him and he was safe and happy and then he was rudely awakened by Jack flopping onto the bed next to him. He rolled where the mattress dipped and planted face-first into Jack's naked hip. He flailed against the blankets that now pinned him until he shoved free of sheets, quilt, and 200 pounds of lean mean fighting machine, and sat up miffed, heart racing from adrenaline.

There sat Jack, grinning smugly, holding out a plate.

"Breakfast?" he asked.

Daniel sniffed. Savory. Very fried. Chicken? Definitely sour cream. Salsa?!

"Jack, I'm not eating 3-month old Taquitos from your freezer for breakfast," he stated flatly.

"That's so sad," said Jack mournfully. "The only other thing I have is Boca Burgers. I really need to go to the store."

Jack looked at the plate, then speculatively at Daniel.

"Oh, no," Daniel muttered. He began to back off the bed. But Jack caught him by the ankle while he was trying to skitter away.

"Jack! Give me my foot back."

Jack set the plate carefully on the side table. Dipped a single taquito in salsa, and proceeded to apply said salsa to the instep of Daniel's captive foot.

Daniel hissed in surprise and kicked reflexively, but Jack's grip was like iron and he merely tut-tutted.

He took a bite of taquito, and dipped the remainder in sour cream.

"No, Jack. Stop this right now." Because Daniel could see where this was heading.

Sour cream over and between his toes, followed by Jack's tongue chasing in and out. Daniel was squirming, trying to resist the urge to kick, even if Jack did deserve a bloody nose for this. He hissed between his teeth, but managed not to make any less manly squeaking sounds.

Until Jack bit into the salsa.

Daniel yowled, and flopped back onto the bed, writhing.

"Jack, you have to stop! I'll kick!"

So Jack stopped. Daniel lay panting on the sheets and Jack popped the remaining treat into his mouth with both salsa and sour cream. As he chewed contentedly, he crawled til he was on all fours over Daniel, munching away.

His kiss was tangy sour and salty, and tasted slightly fried.

When Daniel finally extricated himself from the bed some time later, all the taquitos were gone, he had sour cream between his toes, and salsa behind his ear.

Look, icon Jack and Daniel are looking at each other and going, "What the f*** is she talking about?!"