Creamy Fun

Disclaimer: This is FICTION. Written for the purpose of mindless enjoyment. A small amount of happiness is the only thing I hope to reap from writing this. NO harm is intended.

 

 

 

Creamy Fun

 

“Darren, that is quite enough!”

Daniel frowned as Darren continued to squirt the whipped cream onto his pie, piling it higher and higher. Daniel grabbed the can impatiently.

“Hey! Give that back! I’m making a mountain. Just like on ‘Close Encounters’! I need more!"

Darren grabbed for the can, but Daniel jerked it back out of his reach.

“He used potatoes, Dazza. I want some cream, too.”

Daniel moved away with the can and his pie, and began to spray the creamy, sweet white substance onto his slice.

“Oh, Danny…”

“Yeah?” Daniel turned.

*SPLAT! *

“Now you’ve got your cream.” Darren grabbed the can, and went back to his pie.

It didn’t matter that he’d used the only other can, he needed more.

Behind him, Daniel was grumbling and wiping the white cream from his eyes and nose. The singer soon became too engrossed in sculpting his ‘mountain’, to realize his partner was sneaking up behind him.

“Wha--?”

Long fingers smeared white cream over Darren’s pale features.

“So that’s how it is, is it?”

Mountain forgotten, Darren swept his hand through the closest source of ammunition and flung it at Daniel. Daniel grabbed his own share of the mountain. Giggling and wrestling ensued. Then a tongue licked a face and all motion ceased, as silence grew.

Suddenly heavy breathing was audible.

The tongue licked again. Breath caught and a low moan sounded.

Lips met, attempting to devour each other as tongues struggled for dominance.

Pie forgotten, clothes on the floor, moans and pants filled the air, as bodies became the meal, cream and precum the lube for their lust.

“Oh, yeah… just like that…”

“God I love you.”

“Ahh… oh… harder… please…”

Ragged breathing, sweat dripping, passion became manifest as one spread his love between them and the other filled that one with *his* love.

The earlier frantic movements became slow and gentle. Soon arms wrapped around the other and pulled him close.

“I love you.” The words were whispered softly.

Gentle kisses to face and neck preceded the reply.

“I love you, too. And you taste especially good with cream…”

“Think the pie survived?”

A slight shrug and shake of thad. ad. “Don’t know… but I *do* know we’re going to need more cream…”

 

The end.