Don't Rock the Boat

by


Written for the April two-day drabble challenge on the discoveredinalj livejournal community



Muscles contract in his chest, arms and thighs as he rows, tight clothing showcasing more than it conceals.


My sudden weight throws him off balance, my mouth covering his, my hands fumbling at his belt.

He rolls me over, his tongue invading my mouth, his hands more dexterous than mine, wrapped around my thrusting cock in a matter of moments.

He smiles that 'gotcha' smile as he lowers his head…



No smile. The still clothed Bodie just tilts his head in that 'what you thinking, mate?' way.

I'm thinking would you kiss or kill me?

"Just admiring your stroke, Bodie."

-- THE END --

April 2008

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