Easter Shenanigans

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Easter Shenanigans
by jhourdhaun

Disclaimer: All the same... do I have to keep repeating myself.


A beautiful sandy beach... sun setting at the horizon...

Stephen stood at the balcony railing overlooking the beach...

Frank, frustration screaming out of his voice, called out, "What the hell is this?"

Stephen managed to contain his laughter, but a devilish grin escaped. "It's exactly what it looks like."

"What it looks like is not much."

"Just do it, Frank."

"You do realise you're gonna owe me for this." Frank muttered as he walked up behind his quietly chuckling lover.

It took everything in Stephen not to turn around as soon as he felt the beloved presence behind him. Instead, he used the iron control that he was known for to continue to look out at the beach - though he wasn't seeing the landscape at all. "It'll be worth it."

Frank grunted and shook his head, "Will you just turn around? I don't want to be out here like this for long. Anyone could see."

Figuring that he'd drawn things out for long enough, Stephen smirked and then slowly turned until he was looking right at Frank. Taking time to savour the brown-skinned god in front of him, his gaze lowered to take in everything.

The sparse hair that covered the firm pectorals arrowed down the washboard stomach. The finely molded legs glistened in the waning sun and Stephen licked his lips as he remembered how he'd sucked and nipped them the night before.

As he took in Stephen's slow perusal, Frank began to pant. Though he groused about having to partake in this action, his mind was now supplying him with lots of images of what was coming. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as he thought.

Finally, Stephen's gaze reached the part of Frank's body that he'd been plotting over.

His eyes lit up as he took in every detail of the ... truly miniscule article of clothing that he'd had to beg and promise all sorts of delights to get his partner to even contemplate wearing.

"Looks good," he offered as he noticed the garment was getting smaller by the second.

"You wouldn't be saying that if it was your circulation that was being cut off."

Stephen moved closer and let his hand ghost over the tiny scrap of material. "I told you I'd make it up to you. I just had to see you in it." He leaned in close so that he could whisper in the other man's ear. "Whoever said that Speedos make the man, hasn't seen you like this. The briefs are not the work of art in this case."

Frank looked like he was about to hyperventilate and it took a conscious effort for him to calm enough to turn away and head back into the bungalow. "So, come make it up to me?"

Stephen waited until his lover was fully inside before he turned back towards the beach and broke down in laughter.

There was no doubt that he loved Frank above anything else other than his son, but there was just something about seeing his gorgeous barely Speedo-clad hunk of a lover heading back into the house - with a little white, puff of cotton firmly attached to his bottom.

"Stop laughing and get your ass in here before this damn thing does enough damage that it puts me out of commission for the rest of our vacation."

Stephen snorted and headed in the house. Right before he closed the balcony doors, he couldn't help asking, "So, can I call you Peter?"

Happy Easter and I hope this helped.

 

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