Saturday, February 2, 2013

Cold Against Hot Flash Fiction

This was last week's flash fiction.

I love water, don't you? But the kind where it's rolling waves, and white peaks while you sit in a bathing suit. Not so much snow. But anyway, here's some hot water :)

            Henry bobbed his head up from the hot tub’s water, the winter’s air sending shivers down his chest to his groin and then moving back up his spine. He licked the pre-cum from the insides of his mouth and then looked up at the man waiting for his attention.
            “I know you’re not done, boy.” Josh was inexplicably handsome, staring down at Henry and petting his hair as though he were nothing more than a kitten.
            The sounds of music could be played over the walls to the next hot tub room. Henry swallowed once, dipping farther down into the hot water to hide his erection.
            “Are you?” Josh asked, reaching forward to tug on one of Henry’s nipple rings. Leaning his head back, he attempted to howl, but immediately stifled it at the thought of the others hearing him. His throat ached.
            He was surprised that he was able to answer at all with all of the water he thought was in his lung. “No, sir, of course not.”
            “I didn't think so,” Josh said wickedly, pushing Henry’s head back down.
            Licking his lips and taking a deep breath, Henry dove back under the water to finish his delicious but watery task

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