Picnics - July 2010

And is There Still Honey for Tea? by Jay
All Because Two Men by Dizzy 

Believe What You Will by Lady Jodie

A Brats Picnic by Mel

Deliciously Ugly by Lou

The Company Picnic by Carol

Cowboy Picnic by Tarabeth

Deep Fried by Elizabeth Marshall

The Englishmen’s Picnic by Jay

Family Picnic by Autumn

Good Company by Tarabeth

Hot Fudge, Jack by Carol

Independence Day by Autumn

It’s Hot – a ficlet by Roo

Missing 1 and Missing 2 by Mel

Pass the Basket by Mel

The Picnic by Tarabeth

Picnic Down Under by Jo

Road Trip Rest Stop by Adele

The Sounds of Summer by Jay

Surf by Lou

Surf 2 by Lou

Talked Me Into It  by Dash

Wild Strawberries by Dice

Young Love by Elizabeth Marshall

Independence Day

Independence Day

by Autumn

Bruce and Dagan lay back on the glowing blanket and watched the starlit sky above them.

“We could see better on the rooftop, ya know.  The trees are blocking my view.” Dagan suggested.

“Alien watching picnics are safer on the ground, Love.  It‘s in the Top hand book.”

Dagan snuggled  a little closer into Bruce’s arms.  “Do you think they have Tops and Brats in their race?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure of it.”

“What makes you so sure?”  Dagan asked.

“Only a Brat would try and destroy a whole planet just because they wanted something we had.”

“Independence Day?”

“Mhmm.”

It's Hot

It's Hot
by Roo

Author's Note: This takes place before the Virtues of Corners and the Valentines day Story the other stories I wrote. Julian and Emon have just moved into their new apartment and everything is still away on boxes. its a slice-o-life type story

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"It's hot." I growled, prowling around the stacked boxes. The lights were off and I was wearing my lightest tunic and loose jeans and i was still boiling. "My god, Its so hot!"

Julian sat up and pulled that stupid Popsicle out of his mouth. "I know, you told me a million times." Without further ceremony he flopped gracelessly back onto the floor.

"This—this is your fault!"

He turned to me and frowned. "How is this my fault?"

"You wanted to move!" I snapped.

It was hot, I was hot and looking a Julian made me irritated. He had the forethought to braid his hair back in  neat little rows and he was stark naked, sprawled across the floor sucking on a Popsicle. I would never ever be that comfortable naked. So here I was dressed, in a hot empty apartment with no AC, no fan and no refuge from the scorching temperature.

"Um yeah… would you rather we still live with my mom and run the risk of her walking in on us for a fourth time?"

"Yes! Because at least with your mom, there was Air conditioning and food!"

"Hm…Point taken." The cherry Popsicle juice dribbled from the corner of his mouth and for a moment I worried that it would land on the cream carpeting.

"I really hate you." I groaned glowering at him from where I sat, perched on a box labeled `Books'. "I'm hot and I'm hungry. We have no furniture. We have no AC. You're eating the last cherry popsicle and I want to be naked."

"Then get naked. What's stopping you?" He grinned around that damn ice pop. He pushed off of the floor a moment later and sauntered off –still naked—to the next room. I heard some shifting and the sound of running water come from the next room and grumbled. It was too hot to unpack. "Elmo," I turned to see my man putting a serving bowl down on a stack of boxes and holding up a thick quilt with his free hand. "Come help me."

"What could you possibly need a blanket for in this weather?"

"Just come help me, alright?" It was too hot to try to make sense of any of this. So I complied and helped Julian spread the quilt out on the floor. "Now, strip."

"Wait-- what?"

"C'mon, naked. I'm sure you know how." When I didn't start moving fast enough I found my pants and boxers being unfastened and removed before I could register what was happening. "I'm not tall enough to get that shirt off so you'll have to do it your self."

I did…eventually… somehow… I think…
And found myself seated on the quilt --naked and blushing lobster red and feeling hotter than I had been before.

My eyes tracked Julian as he kicked my clothes into a corner somewhere and grabbed the huge serving bowl from the stack of boxes before settling down across from me. He sat with his legs crossed like pretzels and a wry smile. "Have some."

"Some what?" I peered into the bowl and couldn't help but smile. It was a bowl filled half way with ice. Chopped mango, apples and plums were mixed into the ice, along with some black berries and strawberries and grapes.

"We've got to eat it quick before the ice melts… because then we'll have fruity water and I wont be drinking that."

"So... naked indoor picnic?" The mango was sweet and delightfully cold.

"You got it." Julian looked like a greedy chipmunk with his cheeks full of the sweet black grapes.

"How'd you get to be so thoughtful?"

"Well I don't know its thoughtful so much as that if I get you naked and fed, we can have some fun with those ice cubes."


The End

Wet Picnic

Wet Picnic

by Autumn

Sam jumped up as rain started pouring down.  Landon reached up and pulled him back down onto the blanket.  

“Oh no, you wanted a picnic so let’s have a picnic.”

“It’s raining!”  Sam said, wondering why he had to explain this fact.

Landon chuckled.  “Which I told you would happen, but you insisted on having one anyway so now you’ll sit here and enjoy it with me.”

“I hate being in wet clothes.”  Sam grumbled.

“Who said anything about wearing any clothes.”

Sam smiled seductively as he stripped down to nothing.  “I love rain on picnics.”

Surf 2

Surf 2

by Lou

"TIM! Come out here!"

Swallowing on a mouthful of cereal, I ambled bowl in hand towards the verandah and found Rob crouched by the esky looking none too pleased. 

"What?" A vague remembrance of an intention to clean it out after the beach picnic returned and, oh no.

Rob lifted the lid and the ghost of lunch past, long long past, wafted over us. Hmm, interesting. 

"You know, you really should clean that", I gestured with my spoon, hoping my winning humour would save me.

Rob stood, shut the lid and advanced on me. 

"Don't make me spill the milk!"

Surf

Surf 

by Lou

I leant back against the ice-filled esky, smiling as I took in the sight of Rob's lean torso, board shorts riding low on his hips as he used both hands to shade his eyes. The waves crashed on the point and behind me, the grass rustled in the dunes. 

"You going in?" 

"Not without you", he said, glancing back and barking laughter as the contents of my salad sandwich were deposited on my lap.

"Damn. You're a rubbish Top", I pointed out, ditching it to the waiting seagulls.

Launching myself across his back, he carried me, screaming, into the surf. 

Family Picnic

Family Picnic 

by Autumn

“I was only trying to liven the family picnic up.”  Jamie whined from the corner.

“Well, you  certainly succeeded, Sweetie” Callum said, setting a cup of coffee in front of Hudson. 

“Uncle Ralph’s public strip tease definitely livened up the park, especially when the cops showed up.”

Jamie giggled, despite the discomfort feeling in his behind.

“I believe your suppose to be thinking about how wrong it was to spike the drink cooler, not laughing about it.”  Hudson said, sternly.  “Do we need to discuss this some more?”

“No sir, you made it perfectly clear how you felt about it.” 

The Englishmen's Picnic

The Englishmen's Picnic

by Jay

“Plates?”

“Check.”

“Knives and forks?”

“Check.”

“Salt and pepper?”

“I’ve filled the cruet in the hamper.”

“Salad?”

“In the airtight container.”

“Main course?”

“I made Coronation Chicken last night... with plenty of curry powder.”

“Great, my favourite.”

“Earl Grey tea?”

“I’ve packed the caddy.”

“Milk?”

“Yes.”

“Primus stove?”

“Oh no, do I really have to carry the primus stove?”

“Of course.  No picnic is worthy of the name without freshly brewed tea.”

“I could make up a thermos of tea instead.”

“If you do that your bottom will finish up hotter than your curry powder.  Do I make myself clear?”

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. 

Picnic Down Under

Picnic Down Under

By Jo

Brian lit the last candle, looked around and smiled. Everything was perfect.

It was negative 1 degree outside, but thanks to the heat pump in the living room, inside it was a balmly 20 degrees.

Brian laid out the food, bacon and egg pie and chocolate sauce onto the picnic blanket that looked strangely out of place in the living room. 

"Adam," he called, "Dinner is served."

Adam came through and smiled. His lover was sitting on a picnic blanket bathed in candlelight naked as the day he was born. "Dessert first," Brian said holding up the choclate sauce. "Pie later."

Talked Me Into It

Written for the Tea Room Picnic Drabble Challenge

Talked Me Into It 

By Dash

“We’ll have a nice blanket to sit on.”

“On the hard ground with rocks and bumps. I want chairs.”

“The fresh air will be good – you’ve been stuck at work too long.”

“It’s suppose to be 95 and 90 percent humidity.”

“We’ll sit in the shade.”

“Oh good, it’ll only be 93.”

“The food will be excellent – brownies and fried chicken and chips.”

“Brownies are good. KFC chicken?”

“Of course. And, can’t forget ...”

“What?”

“I plan on stripping you bare and having my way with you all afternoon – I love how it sounds in the woods.”

“I love picnics.”

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.

And is There Honey Still for Tea?

And is There Honey Still for Tea?

Jay

Only the gentle rustling of leaves, the distant bleating of sheep and the insistent hum of insects could be heard.  Too full to move after their picnic, the two men lay on their backs in the long grass, gazing up at the azure sky which formed the backdrop to a miniature aerial display.

Despite their clumsy manoeuvring, the extravagantly striped creatures flew with steady determination towards their goal. The buzzing grew in intensity and John sat up suddenly, turning to gaze intently into his partner’s startled eyes.

“Did you put the lid back on the honey jar?” he asked menacingly.

Inspired by another scorching English summer day.  How could my thoughts not turn to Rupert Brooke's dreams of Grantchester?

Stands the church clock at ten to three?

And is there honey still for tea?

Road Trip Rest Stop

Road Trip Rest Stop

Adele

The slamming car door woke Adam. He opened his eyes and surveyed the deserted rest area. Rod was walking toward a distant picnic table. Adam yawned, stretched, then followed. When Adam joined Rod, he was wolfing down a burger. Adam sat and helped himself to some fries.

“Shall I drive after lunch?” Adam asked.

“That would be good.” Rod said. He paused, “If you get another speeding ticket I will beat your ass.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Adam returned unimpressed.

Adam ate a few more bites and then looked up with an expression of concern.

“Rod?”

“Yeah?”

“Where the hell are we?”

The Sounds of Summer

The Sounds of Summer

Jay

The sun beat down on his face as he lay with his eyes closed on the river bank.  He could hear the clean slap of blades entering the water as a solitary oarsman sculled by, and the distant thwack of leather against willow as the batsman hit a boundary on the village green.

A plaintive voice enquired for the umpteenth time, “Is it time for the picnic yet?”

Without opening his eyes, he landed a resounding smack on the upturned bottom of the young man lying face down beside him.  “Lie still and enjoy the peace and quiet,” he ordered.

Company Picnic

“See I told you would enjoy yourself.” Gary said as I laid my head on his legs.

“Company picnics are not my thing” I told him.  I turned my head just a little so that when I breathed I could smell his sent, and my hot breath hit his crotch making him grow hard.   

We stayed that way for a long moment then Gary moved his legs a little.  “Come on brat, lets go for a walk,” he told me as he went to get up. “Over there now,” he said pointing to a bathroom off in the distance.

 

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