Marvilicious wrote:7th Day made me think of something nice.
Santa, I wish someone would write a nice sexy fan fiction about Juke and me! Could you put that into execution for me?
Marvilicious placed his hand on the door knob. He could feel his heart pounding. He waited for this moment his entire life. His sweaty, shaky hand almost slipped off the knob when he turned it. He pulled open the door and stepped inside the apartment.
The first thing that greeted him was the smell of roses. Roses were his favourite. He followed the smell until another door blocked his path. This door led to the bathroom. With great anticipation, he once again opened the door.
"Oh my God..." he gasped.
It was Juke. He was enjoying a moment of relaxation in the bath. Rose petals were floating on top of the water.
Juke was so happy to see him and almost smiled, but bit his bottom lip to stop this. He didn't want to be the submissive one tonight.
"I was expecting you," Juke said.
Marvilicious tried to respond, but all he managed was a trembling of his knees.
Juke stood up.
Boing!"Oops, I knocked over that spring. I really have to stop putting that there..." Juke apologised.
He grabbed the spring with his soaking hand and gently set it down next to the sink. The water dripped off his muscular fingers. Marvalicious hadn't seen fingers quite this muscular before. It must have been all the animating Juke was doing lately.
Not bothering to dry off with a towel, Juke then outstretched his arms to Marvalicious. He closed his eyes and accepted the warm, wet hug. They stood there with water dripping off of them for what felt like an evening spent at a romantic dinner. Then Juke stepped back while keeping his hands on Marvilicious's shoulders.
"Let's go to bed," Juke said as he stared into Marvilicious's eyes.
At 1 pm they both groggily woke up. What a night that was. It was filled of so many romantic and sexually arousing things they did that I couldn't even be bothered to write it. Trust me, it would have went on for 2,000 words at least. I had other things to do though. Their bodies ached with shame and the room had an overhanging musk which overpowered the smell of roses.
"My aching manhood... Oh what hast thou thrust upon me, Lord Juke?" Marvilicious joked.
"Hush wench, twas merely a display of dominance."
And so Marvilicious hushed. They both departed from the room before the cleaner arrived. That cleaner was going to have quite a job on their hands.
That cleaner's name? Tuna. But the story of his cleaning job is for another day young ones. I'm tired and drank far too much wine on this Christmas night.
Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2014 8:54 pm
