Addison Albright: Ficlet - "The Nooner"

Here's a ficlet I wrote yesterday for Torquere's Livejournal Social Community. These are the prompt words I was given (they were all used): nooner, blindfold, camera, intense, numb, ice cream, tomatoes, keychain, spiral staircase, flagpole, WaterPik shower massager. The prompt words led me beyond PG-13 this time, clearly into the realm of NC-17. Not work safe…definitely not.

The Nooner

You've got to come home right now. For Spooner. It's an emergency. Jerry's voicemail hadn't been very specific. Ben was numb with worry as he trotted from the car to the front entrance of their new house. Poor little kitty.

He fumbled and dropped his keychain, then knocked his head on the poorly placed flagpole.

"Dammit." He stood up and stumbled up to the door, rubbing his head.

"Jerry?" Ben hollered through the house. "Where are you? Where's Spooner? Is she going to be okay?"

Ben's jaw dropped as Jerry sauntered out of the kitchen, buck naked, eating a bowl of ice cream as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"What do you mean?" Jerry asked.

Ben sputtered. "Your voicemail. You said 'For Spooner.' You said it was an emergency."

Jerry grinned. "For Spooner? No, she's fine. I said for a nooner." He glanced down at his half-hard cock and shrugged. "It's kind of an emergency."

"You're kidding."

"You're not mad, are you? Sorry, you look upset."

Ben scratched at the sore spot on his head. "No, not at you. I hit my head and I would have sworn you said Spooner, so I was worried."

"Sorry hon. Didn't mean to worry you." Jerry leaned over to give him a light kiss.

"Mmm, nice." Ben wrapped his arms around Jerry's neck and pressed in. Jerry's arms came around his waist, then Ben shuddered as he felt the cold ice cream sliding down his back.

Ben jumped back. "Shit, Jerry. You're tipping your bowl."

Jerry grimaced. "Sorry. Damn. I keep having to apologize to you today."

Ben looked into the dripping, half empty bowl Jerry still held in his hands. "What the hell is that? Please tell me you don't have tomatoes mixed in with your pistachio."

"What's wrong with that?"

Ben sighed. "Nothing I guess. Just don't ever give it to me that way, okay?"

"Check. No tomato with pistachio for you." Jerry wiggled his eyebrows. "Hey, this mess works out, anyway. My surprise for you is in the shower."

"There's a surprise?" Things were looking up. He rather liked Jerry's surprises.

Jerry got an intense look in his eyes. "You're really gonna like this one."

Sweet.

Jerry put his bowl down on the coffee table and led Ben to the spiral staircase leading up to their loft that had been the deciding selling point for the house.

Upstairs Jerry opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a purple blindfold. Uh oh. "When did you get that?"

"Last weekend. I want you blindfolded for the surprise."

"O—kay." He could go with that. He closed his eyes as Jerry wrapped the thing twice around his head.

Then Jerry stepped away. It was disorienting standing there in the dark. Ben put his hands up, reaching for Jerry.

He heard a click and barely detected a flash through the edges of the blindfold. "What was that? A camera? Tell me you didn't just take a picture of me standing here like a doofus."

"Um, sorry, that'd be a lie."

"That better not end up on the Internet."

Jerry laughed. "Quit worrying. Just relax now. You need to get undressed now for our shower."

"Fine." Ben pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as Jerry went straight for his pants. Ben kicked out of his shoes so Jerry could get them off. His socks and boxers were peeled off last.

"There," said Jerry. "Much better." Ben could hear the smile in Jerry's voice.

A hand at his elbow led Ben into the bathroom. Jerry started the water in the shower.

"Okay, it's hot enough, come on in," Jerry instructed him.

Ben stepped into the shower stall. But where was the water? He reached up to adjust the shower head, but it wasn't there. Instead there was a hose running out. He followed the hose down to the sprayer in Jerry's hands."

"When did we get a hand held shower thingy?"

"I got it this weekend. You're going to loved it, Ben. It's not just any old sprayer, it's a WaterPic shower massager."

[Technically I've used all the prompt words now and could just end it here. But what the heck, they're already nekkid…]

"Huh. Well, that sounds good."

"Just wait." Jerry's voice changed to his bossy tone. "Turn around now. Put your hands on the wall."

Sweet. Orders. Ben did as he was told.

Jerry started on his forearm, and worked his way up to his shoulder. It wasn't too intense, but it was nice. Relaxing. Jerry switched to the other arm. When Jerry reached his other shoulder he adjusted the nozzle and the water powered out, pulsing as Jerry drew circles on his back with the powerful stream.

Ben moaned and dropped his head down. Damn, Jerry'd been right. He was really loving it. So relaxing. Jerry's free hand landed on his ass, kneading his cheeks before trailing around to the front to pump his stiffening prick.

"Like the surprise?" Jerry's voice was low in his ear.

Ben's reply was more of a groan. "Love it. Don't stop."

"Do I ever?"

Nope, he sure didn't. Jerry never stopped until after Ben expected him to. Of course, that was one of the many things he loved about the man.

Jerry's arm snaked around to his front and the water jet pulsed across his chest. Ben pushed back as Jerry pressed against his back, grinding himself along the crack of his ass.

The water massage moved down to circle around his abs as Jerry's other hand maintained a firm, steady, slippery slide along his rock hard cock. Ben groaned as teeth nipped along his shoulder, and the grind against his ass turned frenzied.

"No." Ben protested when Jerry's hand dropped his prick. Damn, he was that close to coming. "Don't fucking stop."

"Just ramping it up a bit, love." Jerry turned the nozzle on the shower head again…actually to a less intense pulse, before grabbing his cock again. Ben appreciated the water adjustment when the jet hit his balls.

Ben's reaction was immediate. A groan tore through him as Jerry's firm grip milked the come from his prick.

The WaterPik dropped to the floor of the shower stall as Jerry pressed Ben up against the wall. Ben's head fell back on Jerry's shoulders and Jerry made his final frenzied thrusts along Ben's crack. Jerry's arms came around him, holding him tightly, then Jerry moaned into his shoulder as warm spunk spilled into the crush between them.

Long moments later Jerry released him. Feeling disoriented in the dark, Ben kept his hands on the wall as Jerry retrieved the sprayer and rinsed them off.

The water turned off and Jerry's hands carefully unwound the blindfold. Ben turned to see Jerry's smiling face.

"Am I forgiven for my minor subterfuge to get you home?"

Subterfuge? "I knew you'd said 'for Spooner.'"

Jerry grimaced. "Sorry. Forgive me?"

Ben sighed. "Of course." Then he smiled back at Jerry. "It was worth it."

"Love you." Jerry's grin was wide.

"Love you, too."

The End