Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Silver Flash Fiction

It's Wednesday again. Time for another flash fiction and Part Three of Every Man's Fantasy, featuring Rob and Sam. The prompt this week was, "That will come back to haunt you."

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Every Man's Fantasy 
Part Three
Copyright ©2011


I push my plate away and sigh contentedly. My coffee table is littered with empty cartons, stray noodles and dirty plates. Two guys in their twenties can put away a lot of food.

I look over at Rob. He’s almost finished eating and is leaning back on the couch. He’s a lot more relaxed now, but it’s probably more to do with the beers and all the MSG than our little heart to heart chat.

I wriggle around to get comfortable and close my eyes. We didn’t say much once the food came: We were too busy eating, but before that, while we were waiting for delivery, we traded info. We actually do have some things in common.

Rob listens to some of the same bands as me and we both like horror movies, the cheesier the better. He works in a trendy, independent video store and he’s into classic cars. He’s fixing up some old BMW — a 2002ti — whatever that means. He got pretty excited when he was telling me about it. I got a little excited too, but luckily he didn’t notice.

“Sam.”

“Hmm?” I open my eyes lazily. Rob’s moved closer. My heart picks up speed and I’m much more awake. 

“Don’t you want your fortune cookie?” He’s holding the cookies in his outstretched hand.

“Oh. Yeah.”

I grab one at random and pop it out of the plastic wrapper, then break it in half. I pull out the slip of paper, read the fortune, and snicker.

“All right! What’s yours say, Rob?” I look up. He’s got a funny look on his face. “Rob?”

“It’s kind of weird.” He reads it out. “Hard words break no bones, fine words butter no parsnips. What do you think that means?”

I think about it and shrug. “Beats me. It doesn’t make much sense, but it’s probably something that got lost in translation.” I’m more interested in my fortune. I’m dying for him to ask me what my fortune was.

“What’s yours say?”

“A thrilling time is in your immediate future.”

“That makes more sense than mine.”

“Ah, but it’s much better than that.” I grin. “My family always adds the words ‘in bed’ to the end of every fortune.”

I watch his face as he runs my fortune through his head and adds the phrase.

“I think I got the better fortune,” I say.

He’s laughing. “That’s because I let you pick, Sam. That fortune should have been mine.”

I’m laughing too. “I’m willing to share.”

He stops laughing and we look at each other. I’m trying my hardest not to jump him. He’s close enough to see his freckles and honey-gold lashes. He’s so very, very sexy. 

His gaze never wavers as he leans in, closing his eyes at the last minute. I’m worrying if my lips are sticky and doing my best deer-in-the-headlights impersonation. That is, right up until his lips touch mine and he sucks gently on my bottom lip. He releases my lip and I surge forward, licking into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders. He makes a surprised-sounding noise, then kisses me back just as eagerly.

Some guys don’t like kissing but Rob does and he’s good at it. Actually, he’s great at it. From what I saw in his movies, he’s great at pretty much anything to do with sex.

He pulls back, flushed and a little breathless. “Wow. Sam.”

I jump up and grab the dirty plates. “Better get this place cleaned up.”

I’m speed-loading the dishwasher when he comes into kitchen a minute later. He’s silent as he shoves the empty containers in the trash and washes his hands. Is he angry? Maybe even hurt? I don’t want him to think I’m not interested, that I’m rejecting him, but I’m freaking out a little. I’ve developed a sudden case of performance anxiety. 

I wipe down the already-clean counter. I need to go wipe off the coffee table. “So what do you want to do now? Maybe watch a movie?” He raises an eyebrow. “Not one of yours. I mean, we could watch a horror movie or something. Or watch TV. Whatever you want.” Shit, I’m screwing up, big time.

“I think you suggested something else earlier.”

“Right, well I don’t want to pressure you—”

He interrupts me. “There’s no pressure. You said so.”

“Yeah, I did.” I’m trying to calm down. He must be confused as hell. A minute ago we were enthusiastically swapping spit and now I’m suggesting we watch TV. If I were him, I’d be thinking WTF?

He’s looking at me as if he’s trying to figure it out.  

I talk a good game, but he’s more experienced, probably way more experienced. I’m not trying to be a prick. I don’t care that he’s done a couple of movies but he’s been with pros. I’m not sure I can measure up. I don’t have any special skills and I want him so much I’m in danger of blowing my load the minute he touches me. Pretty lame huh?

His expression clears. He's smiling faintly. “It’s okay. It’s like you said. There’s no pressure.” He gives me a look from under his lashes. “So what do you do, Sam?”

My heart is careening crazily around in my chest, using my ribs like the bumper pads on one of those old pinball machines. I swallow loud enough for him to hear. “Anything. Everything.”

He smiles a slow smile and moves closer. “Anything?”

“Yeah.” My voice gives out so I nod. I’ll take whatever he’s offering. I want him and he knows it. The balance has shifted. Now he’s the one that’s surefooted and I’m floundering.

He reaches up and places one hand at the back of my neck. The touch goes straight to my dick and I bite back a moan.

His other hand moves to my waist, slipping inside my t-shirt. “Oh, Sammy,” he says smiling. “That will come back to haunt you.”

 To be continued.

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8 comments:

  1. Can't wait to see more of these two! Great flash, Pender!

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  2. Ooh. Ooh! This...Wow. There is so much I like about it. And I LOVE the use of the prompt. HOT. <3 cheesey horror movies, too. :)

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  3. That is a very mean place to leave the story, just so you know...

    Still great work though.

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  4. I love this story Pender. I love Rob and Sam. And I love Chinese food, the fortune cookie part is the best. And I have said the 'in bed' part too

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  5. "Not one of yours." That cracked me up. I like where this is going

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  6. Oh I so hope that there is more coming next week and I do mean coming! Great Story!

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  7. I'm so happy that you're still writing! I've followed you from VK, to FP and now to here :) i know you're probably sick of the comments and i just realised that sounded slightly stalker-ish :s haha. But its only cause i adore your stories, your writing style; you make your characters come to life in a way that many other writers struggle with. Whats better is you ground them in a sense of reality, which i love. This is yet another amazing story of yours that im loving!

    I love that Sam doesnt care about Rob's past and i really enjoyed watching the balance shift between the 2 of them. It was so sweet to see Rob happy that someone was interested in him beyond sex :) cannot wait to see where you take this!! I'm now hanging for next wednesday! haha.

    -Lenko

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  8. Thanks for the comments everyone.
    And Lenko, it's great to hear from you and I never ever get tired of comments. You can say nice things to me anytime. :D

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