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Sandra stood by the door, hands on hips, face red with fury.
“Why does my kitchen look like a war zone?” she asked.
“I was making you breakfast.” John said sheepishly. “I may have gotten a little carried away.”
“A little carried away, huh?” Twitching lips belied her sharp tone. “What did you do? Invite a bloody footy team to help you cook?”
He laughed. “Sure looks like it, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, I’ll clean up when I’m done.”
“Yes, you will.” She said, eyes sparkling with mirth. “This kitchen had best be spotless by the time I get home.”
John smiled, happy to see her looking well. “Quit worrying.” He said. “I said I’ll do it. Now sit down and eat your eggs.”
“Eggs?” She asked, sitting on a bar stool. “You made all this mess cooking eggs?”
He grinned. “No need to sound so astonished. You know I’m not much use in the kitchen.”
“Don’t I know it,” she muttered, digging in to the eggs he placed in front of her. “So, what are your plans for the day?”
“Mike bought a movie I want to watch, so I thought I’d pop over his place.”
“I tell you what.” Sandra teased. “These eggs are really good, and I’m feeling generous today, so why don’t you head on over early? I’ll clean the kitchen before I leave.”
He looked at her hopefully. “Really?”
“Really, really.” She said.
“Thanks!” John said, before practically bouncing up the stairs to shower and dress.
Mike was setting out popcorn when he arrived an hour later.
“Wait,” John said. “You mean we really are watching a movie? I thought we were gonna play some poker?”
Mike snorted. “Is that what you call it?”
John gave him a cheeky grin. “Well, I could call it spelunking, off-roading or stemming the rose. Or would you prefer something more traditional?”
Mike shook his head in amusement. “Whatever,” he said. “And no, no movie. I just thought we should have it set up. Alibi and all that.”
“Fair enough.” John’s voice softened. “I’ve missed you.”
“Yeah, me too.” Mike said, stepping closer. “I’m glad you could come today.”
“Yeah, me too.” John echoed, before leaning up and capturing Mike’s lips with his own. What began as a tender kiss soon became more heated, tongues dancing in a battle for dominance.
John pulled away to catch his breath, taking the opportunity to discard his shirt. He watched as Mike copied his actions. He gave a small moan. Mike wasn’t classically handsome. He’d lost his eye in a hunting accident a few years back and wore a patch to cover the disfigurement. His body bore visual reminders of numerous street fights. He sported a slight beer belly, and his chest was covered in a thick layer of hair.
John knew others would consider these flaws, but to him Mike was a vision of perfection. He felt himself hardening and moaned once again when Mike slowly removed the rest of his clothing, rushing to follow suit.
Mike glanced down self-consciously. “I don’t know what you see in me.” He said. “But, whatever it is, I’m glad you see it.”
John grabbed a handful of Mike’s hair, pulling him down for a brief, rough kiss. “I see you.” He said, softly. He reached up and removed the patch, setting it aside.
“You don’t need this,” he said. “You don’t need to hide from me.”
He gently stroked the scarred cheek with his thumb.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
John’s desire spiralled higher. His gaze wandered over the naked man before him. He couldn’t decide where to start. The tiny pulse beating rapidly on his neck, the pale nipples nestled amongst tight black curls, the rapidly hardening cock poking him shyly in the belly, the pink tongue moistening nervous lips. He wanted to taste it all.
And taste it, he would. ‘Starting with that,’ he thought, lowering his gaze. He dropped to his knees and licked the beautiful cock in front of him, before opening his mouth and taking in as much as he could, relishing in the long, low moan this elicited from his lover. Sucking lightly, he slowly slid his mouth up and down the shaft. Every now and then, he lightly flicked the tip with his tongue, knowing this drove Mike wild.
John reached up and slowly circled Mike’s entrance, causing him to moan louder. He gently slipped his finger inside, adjusting the angle until he brushed the spot he knew would break his lover’s careful control. With a growl, Mike began to thrust erratically, roughly fucking his lover’s mouth, causing him to gag and splutter. John let him, relaxing his throat as much as possible.
It wasn’t long before Mike grabbed his hair in a silent warning. With one last, hard suck, his throat filled with a bitter taste, and his throat muscles worked to swallow every drop.
Mike pulled him to his feet and smashed their lips together in a passionate kiss. “Let me return the favour,” he said in a husky voice. John moaned.
Several hours later, John walked through the door, a bouquet hidden behind his back.
“That smells divine,” he said, as he entered the kitchen.
“It’s a new recipe,” Sandra told him. “Did you enjoy the movie?”
“It was – entertaining.” He replied, kissing her cheek.
She regarded him suspiciously. “What are hiding behind your back?”
Grinning mischievously, he presented the flowers with a flourish. “For you, my lady,” he said. “I love you.”
Her eyes lit up, and she smiled brightly as she deposited the roses safely in her favourite vase. John watched her bustling about the kitchen, stomach churning with the guilt of secrets and lies. He wanted to fall to his knees, confess, beg forgiveness.
He smiled, stole a biscuit from the cooling tray, and asked about her day.
This was written for #FlashFicHive on twitter. The challenge for 21/06/2018 was to re-write a micro-fiction into a 300-1000 word flash fiction story. I actually melded 4 micro-fiction stories into one flash-fiction. The stories I used are: