I'll Let You Lick the Lollipop

Matt was too busy staring at the flickering cursor on his screen to notice him sinking down in the couch across the room. At midnight, engineers and technicians were gone. The rest of the band had left around ten, leaving the two of them together, although Matt didn’t know that.

This was his secret pleasure, not a guilty one. No Jiminy Cricket voice scolded him as he watched the singer. He spread his legs getting comfortable while he watched Matt’s tongue stroke up the hard blue exterior of the sucker.

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? Matt seemed intent to find out, one slow lick at a time.

He swallowed as his mouth dried when the soft tip of Matt’s tongue paused on the sucker and then he invited the whole thing into his mouth. Tongue guiding it in, dark full lips closing around until only the faint line of the stick showed. His hands clacked across the keyboard and then his brow furrowed and he hit the delete, sucker rolling from one side of his mouth to the other pushing his cheek out and sucking in again. He watched the gentle undulation of Matt’s neck as he swallowed and shifted his hips.

Matt tugged the candy out slowly, his dark lips unwilling to let go. Breath came out of him in a soft gasping sigh and he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle any other wayward sounds. One broad stroke of Matt’s tongue against the sucker had his eyes fluttering and his teeth clamped down on his lip. God, if he would just bite down on that thing…

The sucker rested against Matt’s lips and then he pushed it in his mouth again, the supple flesh parting over the blue sugar like water around a stone. Once in, Matt’s jaw moved and for a second his eyes closed as he imagined the gentle lashes his tongue laid on it while it was trapped inside him. He swallowed a groan and forced his eyes open again watching his jaw languidly open and close. Fingers pecked at the keyboard, the hesitant staccato rhythm the only sound in the studio. The sucker bulged in his cheek and then he slid it out again.

Matt paused staring hard at the screen not touching the sucker and he could have screamed. And then his tongue slid up the side again and he used one hand to cautiously type several letters. His lips closed around the crown and held it in place, his jaw began to work again. He shuddered and lifted his hips cursing the stiff denim squeezing him in. Matt stayed oblivious to his plight, concerned only with bettering the lyrics they’d gone over hours before. His tongue continued caressing the sugar and then it slipped past his bottom lip and guided the rest of the sucker in.

There was a series of soft crunches, like tires over gravel and his jaw had more life as it chewed. He pulled the empty stick out and chucked it into a trashcan without a glance. He stayed on the couch, his body wound too tight for him to leave as silently as he entered.

After a moment of rapid typing Matt looked around the monitor and pulled another sucker from his stash. The wrapper crinkled as he stripped and chucked it in the waste bin with the empty stick and then the bulbous red balloon slipped between his lips.

A/N: I would like to thank 50 Cent and his song ‘Candy Shop’ for the inspiration behind this piece. =D
Thank you for reading and reviewing, love and hugs and suckers for all!