Leathers

Written for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge

Leathers

by Jo and Carol

This little story takes place right after Jack allowed Jay to have his motorcycle.

Jay wore a pair of leather chaps, and a silver snake skin pouch over his genitals; the only thing that covered his ass was a fishnet type garment; his leather vest hung open. "I don't know what the bitching is about; you're the one who said I had to wear my leathers when I ride; you never said I had to wear jeans under them," Jay said, as he slid past his irate lover, keeping his barely covered ass away from him. 

"I didn't think I needed to state the obvious," Jack replied evenly. His eyes glinted with laughter, as he said, "Do I need to point out that being dressed like that is going to chafe things you don't want chafed?" 

Jay gave his lover a confused look, then made the `o' shape with his mouth, as if he finally got what Jack meant. "That's ok, my sweets; if I chafe, you can rub the cream on those areas," he told him, as he caressed his pouch-covered genitals.

"Check under the bed, sweetheart," Jack replied. He smiled when he heard Jay's yelp of surprise. The leather pants he'd bought his lover had been expensive, but when he laid eyes on him on them, Jay's planned ride was abruptly cancelled.

Breakfast in Bed

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

Breakfast in Bed

By Jo

Breakfast in bed.

Adam had never been good in the kitchen but unknown to Brian he'd been taking
lessons. There had been many burnt items, but finally he believed he had cracked
it. This morning was his graduation exercise.

"Wake up sleepyhead," he said as he entered the bedroom carrying a tray. Brian
sat up, rubbed his eyes and eyed the tray suspiciously. He began to laugh.

"Congratulation, you've mastered two toast, with jam and marmite and coffee."

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."

It's His Fault

It's His Fault
Brian fidgeted under Adam's stern eyes. "It's his fault," he complained. "I asked him what he wanted to drink, offered choices and he said whatever. So that's what I gave him.

"A coke, coffee, tea, whisky combination drink is not acceptable," Adam retorted, "You could have poisoned him."

"Did you see his face?" Brian asked, unable to keep his laugh from escapimg. Adam's face twitched as he tried to hide a smile.

"I think you writing him an apology will do as a punishment," Adam said finally.

"But it's his fault." Brian wailed, as he went to fetch a pen. 

Bruise

Bruise

by Jo

"I've got a bruised butt and it's your fault," Brian glared at Adam.

Adam raised an eyebrow as he managed to hide a grin. "How is it my fault?" heasked, mildly.

"When Sonny said he was one short on his paintball team you should haveforbidden me from participating. You're supposed to protect myself from myself."

"There was no way, I could anticipate that when you ducked down, your cute backside would still be sticking out," Adam pointed out, reasonably.

"It's not fair," Brian complained, "It means we can't play spanking games for at least a week until the bruise is healed."

Adam's grin was wicked. "I'm sure I can work around the bruise."

An hour laterAdam rolled over and looked into his lover's sleepy eyes. "How's the bruise?" He asked with a grin.

"Bruise? What bruise?" Brian mumbled.

The End 

The Red Nose

The Red Nose

by Jo

"Can you believe I was sent home to get an appropriate tie?" Brian's voice rose an octave. It was the first time he'd stopped to take a breath, in a five minute tirade when Adam had asked how his day went. "On my own time," Brian continued.  "It's bloody Christmas what's wrong with a Rudolph flashing tie?" 

Adam choked slightly "It may be what Rudolph's flashing, sweetheart. I know in the story he's got a red nose not a red butt."

Royal Purple

Royal Purple

by Jo

A tear ran down his face from the impossibly green eyes. He was sick of the white wall he was staring at. He had wondered at the begining what had happened to the feature wall of red he had planned back when he'd moved in with his lover. His Top, who at the moment was at the big desk writing something. He could hear the fountain pen as it moved across the paper. He gulped as the noise stopped and he heard a drawer being opened. A second tear tracked down as he heard the deep voice, "Sonny would you like to explain why when I came home the kitchen had suddenly turned pink? I thought your desire to be an interior decorator finished when you painted a feature wall, of royal purple, in the living room." 

Drabbles by Jo

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Royal Purple - Eric and Sonny

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Written for the Tea Room Holiday Challenge

The Red Nose - Adam and Brian

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Written for the Loving Swats Drabble Challenge

Bruise - Adam and Brian

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Written for the Writing Lines Spring 2010 Drabble Challenge

It's His Fault - Adam and Brian

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Catnip - Mason and Billy

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Written for the Tea Room July Picnic Challenge

Picnic Down Under – Adam and Brian

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 Read more stories at  Jo's Page

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