Good Morning

Written for the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Artwork by Michael Breyette

Good Morning

by Clawkit

By mutual agreement they don't kiss in the morning. They like sex first thing and getting up to brush ruins the mood and Pat at least is fastidious enough that morning breath...just no. Mark doesn't care. He burrows his nose in Pat's warmly fragrant armpit, deliberately catching the hair in his teeth and pulling. Pat shoves him away, lower, and Mark obediently ducks under the blanket, inhaling the faintly stale air as he closes his lips around Pat's erect cock. There's breakfast and there's love and this is both, hot and sticky, sweet and sloppy and very, very good.

Drabbles by Elizabeth Marshall

Written for the Tea Room July Picnic Challenge

Young Love - Jim and Tom

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Deep Fried - Jack and Frank


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Written for the Loving Swats Breakfast in Bed Spring 2011 Drabble Challenge


Good Morning - Pat and Mark

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Deep Fried

Deep Fried

by Elizabeth Marshall

Jack's cell vibrated: text from Frank.

*Too hot. Rain check please?*

*No,* Jack sent back. The heat was the very reason Jack had suggested a dinner picnic. Their small walk up with no AC was sweltering.

He'd told Frank to keep it simple: fried chicken, fruit, a bottle of Prosecco and a bar of chocolate. 

Almost too hot to move, certainly too hot to walk to the park, Frank nevertheless shoved his freshly fried chicken into their hamper and drooped downstairs.

KFC next time, Frank swore, forcing himself along, knowing he'd find his butt deep fried if he didn't show. 

Young Love

Young Love

Elizabeth Marshall

They walked beneath arched green branches, bumping shoulders, each shove harder.

"Stop!"

Jim leaned in again.

"Don't--" It was a game they'd played before. Seizing a whippy branch, Tom stripped it of leaves.

Jim bent over, trembling hands braced against a convenient log, and Tom's switch licked him, once, twice and again.

"Stop, don't! I'll do anything!"

Tom was upon him then, fingers slick with spit, cock slick with pre cum. He caught Jim's cock and they cried out together as Tom slumped, panting, over Jim's back. This time Tom dared a kiss to Jim's shoulder before Jim shrugged free.