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Tree poked his head around the door. "I've got flowers for you, Candy."
"Oh, I do love flowers!"
Jim stifled a sigh and moved to take them from Tree's arms. "Who are they from?" he asked.
Candy grabbed the card and slipped Tree a twenty. "Thanks, Tree. You take good care of me."
He shot Jim a look. "No hissy-fits -- it's from the same guy."
Jim bit his tongue. Hard. "I don't have hissy-fits. I get protective. There's a difference."
Candy made a noise that might have been a snort, and then he put the flowers, complete with cut
glass vase, on his make-up table, tossed the card into the garbage, and looped his hand through
Jim's arm. "Take me home, Big Daddy."
"You're not even going to read the card?"
Candy shrugged. "I can if you want me to."
The cop in Jim wanted to know if there was any more disturbing language. The man in Jim was
elated by Candy's reaction to the flowers and to the changes in Candy's schedule. "Let's go home,
baby. But bring the card so I can look at it later. It's not because I don't trust you -- it's the job."
He hoped Candy would understand that.
Candy rolled his eyes. "You want the card, you go get it. Candy Pants does not dig through the
garbage."
Jim had to laugh. "Candy Pants shouldn't dig through the garbage. That's what you've got me
for." He grabbed the card, jammed it in his pocket, and took Candy's hand. "Let's go, beautiful. I
think I have one more in me before I fall asleep, spent and exhausted."
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"I know you have one more in you."
With Candy pressing up against his side, they left the club.
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Chapter Ten
Candy set the table -- that was the easy part.
He was having his Big Daddy over for a home-cooked meal. Unfortunately, Candy was good
with appearances and less good with substance. So, the table looked amazing, but the food
looked... well, he just hoped he didn't poison Jim.
He didn't think it was supposed to smell like a barbeque, either, not when he'd used the stove.
He'd just decided to run to the Italian restaurant down the road and get take out and put it on his
fancy plates, when the doorbell rang. Damn it, this would be the day Jim was early. Sighing, he
made his way to the front door.
Jim greeted him with a wide smile and huge kiss. And a big bouquet of flowers. "It smells
wonderful in here, baby," Jim told him, apparently sincerely.
His man was such a sweetheart and so good to him. "It does now!" Candy took the flowers from
Jim, admiring them. "I have just the vase for these." He'd thrown out the ones from Brian -- he
wouldn't bring those home anymore. Besides, his dressing room needed cheering up far more
than his beautiful home did.
"I knew you would." Jim followed him, one of his hands on Candy's ass. "I missed you today,
prettiest."
Candy preened for Jim and wriggled back into that big, hot hand. "You had to work. And I had
to make you supper." And try to burn the house down, apparently.
"What are we having?" Jim sounded curious. "Steak?"
"No, um... roast beef?" Candy opened the oven and watched the smoke come out. "Oh dear, I
don't think it's supposed to be that color." Even the potatoes in around the meat were black.
"How does pizza sound?"
Jim opened a window. Quickly. "Pizza sounds amazing." He smiled, but didn't laugh.
Candy felt his lower lip beginning to tremble and he blinked hard -- the smoke was making his
eyes water.
Jim came to him and took the oven mitts out of his hand, then retrieved the roast and put it in the
sink. "This can stay right here, baby." His voice was gentle. "And we'll order something nice."
For some reason, Jim being nice to him made him feel worse. "I'm sorry. I so wanted to make
you something special."
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Jim took off the silly, huge mitts and reached for him. "You did. Trust me, honey. That you even
wanted to -- that you put effort into something for me is just fantastic. Thank you."
"You're not disappointed that we're going to have to order? Again?"
Jim looked honestly surprised. "What? No! Not at all, baby."
"Oh, Big Daddy." He wrapped his arms around Jim's middle. His lover was so good to him.
Jim held him close and rubbed his back. "I think that you gave me a real gift. You don't cook.
Ever. But you tried to do it for me. That's really special."
"Thank you, Big Daddy." He was keeping Jim all to himself -- not everyone got a good one like
his Big Daddy.
"Are you hungry?" Jim was still holding him nice and close. He smelled good, like the ocean
shower gel he sometimes used.
"I am. I was going to run over to the Italian place and get take-out, but then you got here early."
He didn't admit he was thinking of passing the food off as his own.
"I was in a rush to get to you." Jim kissed the top of his head. "Let's go, then. We can bring it
back here, eat off your pretty dishes. Then I can say thank you properly."
"That works for me. But I'm going to have to change if we're going together." He needed to look
his best if he was out with Jim.
"What? Why? You look... gorgeous." Jim was touching again, and doing something in his chest
that might have been close to growling or even purring.
"I'm wearing my oldest jeans and a ratty T-shirt." Every time Jim's fingers brushed through the
holes in the T-shirt to touch skin, it sent shivers through him.
"Are you?" Jim touched him again, teasing. "I hadn't noticed. You're beautiful."
"You're biased," Candy accused, giggling, trying to get away while at the same time encouraging
more of the touches.
"Maybe so," Jim told him, fingers tracing along the edge of Candy's waistband, "but that's okay.
Right?"
"Of course it's okay. But it also means that I still need to change." He headed slowly toward the
bedroom, tugging Jim right along with him.
"I'll help," Jim offered cheerfully. "Naked is an option, right?"
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"For going to pick up food? Out of doors? I may be a stripper, but the only one who sees my
goodies is you, Big Daddy!"
"Oh. Well, can we do the naked part here in private before we make you all pretty as a peacock?"
Jim grinned at him, hustling him right along. "I like the naked parts. And I flat out love the
goodies."
Candy laughed, pleasure moving through him at Jim's words. "Anything for you." Of course, he
was rather fond of Jim's goodies, too.
"Oh, now." Jim crowded closer, murmuring in his ear. "Anything is a really, really big word."
Candy giggled and wrapped his arms around Jim's neck. "You're a really, really big guy."
"This is true." Jim held him close and kissed Candy's mouth, then his jaw, all the way to his ear.
"And I have a big appetite for you. You're my sweet."
"All yours," he agreed. Candy tilted his head to the side, giving Jim and his warm, wet tongue
more skin to play with.
Jim's hands settled under Candy's ass, lifting him up a bit as Jim licked and bit. Candy could feel
the restraint as Jim didn't suck up a mark; marks were bad. But Jim's teeth scraped, and his hands
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Tree poked his head around the door. "I've got flowers for you, Candy."
"Oh, I do love flowers!"
Jim stifled a sigh and moved to take them from Tree's arms. "Who are they from?" he asked.
Candy grabbed the card and slipped Tree a twenty. "Thanks, Tree. You take good care of me."
He shot Jim a look. "No hissy-fits -- it's from the same guy."
Jim bit his tongue. Hard. "I don't have hissy-fits. I get protective. There's a difference."
Candy made a noise that might have been a snort, and then he put the flowers, complete with cut
glass vase, on his make-up table, tossed the card into the garbage, and looped his hand through
Jim's arm. "Take me home, Big Daddy."
"You're not even going to read the card?"
Candy shrugged. "I can if you want me to."
The cop in Jim wanted to know if there was any more disturbing language. The man in Jim was
elated by Candy's reaction to the flowers and to the changes in Candy's schedule. "Let's go home,
baby. But bring the card so I can look at it later. It's not because I don't trust you -- it's the job."
He hoped Candy would understand that.
Candy rolled his eyes. "You want the card, you go get it. Candy Pants does not dig through the
garbage."
Jim had to laugh. "Candy Pants shouldn't dig through the garbage. That's what you've got me
for." He grabbed the card, jammed it in his pocket, and took Candy's hand. "Let's go, beautiful. I
think I have one more in me before I fall asleep, spent and exhausted."
Slap and Tickle - 61
"I know you have one more in you."
With Candy pressing up against his side, they left the club.
Slap and Tickle - 62
Chapter Ten
Candy set the table -- that was the easy part.
He was having his Big Daddy over for a home-cooked meal. Unfortunately, Candy was good
with appearances and less good with substance. So, the table looked amazing, but the food
looked... well, he just hoped he didn't poison Jim.
He didn't think it was supposed to smell like a barbeque, either, not when he'd used the stove.
He'd just decided to run to the Italian restaurant down the road and get take out and put it on his
fancy plates, when the doorbell rang. Damn it, this would be the day Jim was early. Sighing, he
made his way to the front door.
Jim greeted him with a wide smile and huge kiss. And a big bouquet of flowers. "It smells
wonderful in here, baby," Jim told him, apparently sincerely.
His man was such a sweetheart and so good to him. "It does now!" Candy took the flowers from
Jim, admiring them. "I have just the vase for these." He'd thrown out the ones from Brian -- he
wouldn't bring those home anymore. Besides, his dressing room needed cheering up far more
than his beautiful home did.
"I knew you would." Jim followed him, one of his hands on Candy's ass. "I missed you today,
prettiest."
Candy preened for Jim and wriggled back into that big, hot hand. "You had to work. And I had
to make you supper." And try to burn the house down, apparently.
"What are we having?" Jim sounded curious. "Steak?"
"No, um... roast beef?" Candy opened the oven and watched the smoke come out. "Oh dear, I
don't think it's supposed to be that color." Even the potatoes in around the meat were black.
"How does pizza sound?"
Jim opened a window. Quickly. "Pizza sounds amazing." He smiled, but didn't laugh.
Candy felt his lower lip beginning to tremble and he blinked hard -- the smoke was making his
eyes water.
Jim came to him and took the oven mitts out of his hand, then retrieved the roast and put it in the
sink. "This can stay right here, baby." His voice was gentle. "And we'll order something nice."
For some reason, Jim being nice to him made him feel worse. "I'm sorry. I so wanted to make
you something special."
Slap and Tickle - 63
Jim took off the silly, huge mitts and reached for him. "You did. Trust me, honey. That you even
wanted to -- that you put effort into something for me is just fantastic. Thank you."
"You're not disappointed that we're going to have to order? Again?"
Jim looked honestly surprised. "What? No! Not at all, baby."
"Oh, Big Daddy." He wrapped his arms around Jim's middle. His lover was so good to him.
Jim held him close and rubbed his back. "I think that you gave me a real gift. You don't cook.
Ever. But you tried to do it for me. That's really special."
"Thank you, Big Daddy." He was keeping Jim all to himself -- not everyone got a good one like
his Big Daddy.
"Are you hungry?" Jim was still holding him nice and close. He smelled good, like the ocean
shower gel he sometimes used.
"I am. I was going to run over to the Italian place and get take-out, but then you got here early."
He didn't admit he was thinking of passing the food off as his own.
"I was in a rush to get to you." Jim kissed the top of his head. "Let's go, then. We can bring it
back here, eat off your pretty dishes. Then I can say thank you properly."
"That works for me. But I'm going to have to change if we're going together." He needed to look
his best if he was out with Jim.
"What? Why? You look... gorgeous." Jim was touching again, and doing something in his chest
that might have been close to growling or even purring.
"I'm wearing my oldest jeans and a ratty T-shirt." Every time Jim's fingers brushed through the
holes in the T-shirt to touch skin, it sent shivers through him.
"Are you?" Jim touched him again, teasing. "I hadn't noticed. You're beautiful."
"You're biased," Candy accused, giggling, trying to get away while at the same time encouraging
more of the touches.
"Maybe so," Jim told him, fingers tracing along the edge of Candy's waistband, "but that's okay.
Right?"
"Of course it's okay. But it also means that I still need to change." He headed slowly toward the
bedroom, tugging Jim right along with him.
"I'll help," Jim offered cheerfully. "Naked is an option, right?"
Slap and Tickle - 64
"For going to pick up food? Out of doors? I may be a stripper, but the only one who sees my
goodies is you, Big Daddy!"
"Oh. Well, can we do the naked part here in private before we make you all pretty as a peacock?"
Jim grinned at him, hustling him right along. "I like the naked parts. And I flat out love the
goodies."
Candy laughed, pleasure moving through him at Jim's words. "Anything for you." Of course, he
was rather fond of Jim's goodies, too.
"Oh, now." Jim crowded closer, murmuring in his ear. "Anything is a really, really big word."
Candy giggled and wrapped his arms around Jim's neck. "You're a really, really big guy."
"This is true." Jim held him close and kissed Candy's mouth, then his jaw, all the way to his ear.
"And I have a big appetite for you. You're my sweet."
"All yours," he agreed. Candy tilted his head to the side, giving Jim and his warm, wet tongue
more skin to play with.
Jim's hands settled under Candy's ass, lifting him up a bit as Jim licked and bit. Candy could feel
the restraint as Jim didn't suck up a mark; marks were bad. But Jim's teeth scraped, and his hands
held Candy tight to the big body, and Jim rumbled in his chest. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]