At last! I get to use our gorgeous new flash fiction badge.
I wasn’t expecting to have a flash piece this week. I’ve been busy with work and family as well as trying to get somewhere with at least one of my unfinished stories. But I’ve been doing some writing exercises too, and this week the focus was on repetition.
I didn’t start out to write a story but it sort of wrote itself as I was working on the writing exercise and with a little tweaking, it fits this week’s prompt for the use of food in an erotic manner. So here you go. Enjoy.
|Less is More|
King of the Couch
Copyright © 2012
Kurt sat on the ratty couch, feet flat on the floor, hands clasped loosely around his cup.
The smell of coffee and wet clothes permeated the air. Customers came and went. Some ordered their drinks to go. Some stayed to take a break from the winter weather, read the newspaper, take advantage of the free Internet.
Outside the rain fell in a light mist, collecting on the windowpane in large drops before rushing pell-mell down the glass as if it had somewhere important to go. Somewhere it had to be. Unlike him. He could sit here all Saturday and no one would worry. No one would care. Not since he’d broken up with his boyfriend six months ago. Probably not before that either, since he’d been dating a cheater. Why did he always go for the wrong kind of men?
Kurt watched the froth from his empty latte cup dry to a lacy scum. He’d ventured out because he’d felt restless. Now he just felt tired. Still, he didn’t want to go back. He had no one waiting for him at home. But the coffee shop was popular. The couch was popular. Already a few people had given him the stink eye as if they thought a solitary man wasn’t entitled to a little comfort. As if he should be sitting in a corner of the room instead of a corner of the couch.
Someone was staring at him now. Biting their lip as if they weren’t sure how to ask him to move. Too damn bad. He wouldn’t make it easy for them. Wouldn’t let them chase him away. He had the couch first—though the shop hadn’t been busy then. The guy could find his own damn couch.
“Excuse me. Is anyone else sitting here?”
He was cute, but not Kurt’s type. He looked more academic than athletic and Kurt, to his chagrin, had a thing for jocks. Big, obnoxious, cheating jocks.
The guy fidgeted as Kurt stared him down. He wasn’t going to let a pair of pretty brown eyes make him give up his comfy seat. But they were very pretty brown eyes.
The guy’s mug tilted slightly, slopping coffee onto his hand. “Ouch.”
Kurt winced in sympathy. “Here.” He held out a paper napkin.
Brown Eyes shook his head. “Thanks, but I’ve got it.” He transferred the mug to his other hand and licked coffee off the back of his knuckles with his tongue. Then he sucked on the skin between his finger and thumb as Kurt watched entranced. Pretty eyes, pretty mouth.
“I was wondering if I could join you.” He tilted his head and gave Kurt a tentative smile.
Kurt sat up straight and narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
Brown Eyes’ smile faltered. “Are you always this unfriendly?”
Kurt chastised himself. He didn’t have to be a dick just because he was feeling sorry for himself. He made an effort to be sociable. “No. Sorry.” He moved his messenger bag from the cushion beside him. “Sit down.”
“Thanks.” Brown Eyes sat down, a little closer than strictly necessary, though here in the university district no one would care. He smiled at Kurt then sipped at his coffee, his fingers wrapped around the mug.
Kurt watched the muscles of his throat contract as he swallowed. Desire flared in his belly and he looked away ashamed. He shouldn’t be imagining those fingers wrapped around him, that pretty mouth licking him, sucking him, swallowing him down.
He fiddled with his empty cup. He felt stupid. He was hogging one of the best seats and he didn’t even have a drink. But if he left now Brown Eyes might take it the wrong way. His feelings might get hurt. Kurt didn’t know why it mattered, but he didn’t want to do that to the other man. He’d wait a respectable amount of time and then leave.
Except now more than ever, he didn't want to go. Brown Eyes smelled like freshly washed cotton and soap. Wholesome. Honest. Kurt bet he was the kind of man that would like to hold hands in public and cuddle. He'd make love with a playful attitude then fall asleep in your arms afterward.
“Hey, you’re out of coffee.” Brown Eyes sounded ridiculously pleased.
Kurt’s heart gave a little lurch. “So?” He didn’t mean to sound defensive. It just came out that way.
Brown Eyes’ lips twitched. “So if I buy you another, will you tell me your name?”
Kurt smiled. His facial muscles felt weird, as if he hadn’t done this in a while. “Only if you tell me yours.”
Chris waited, his eyebrow raised.
“Oh. I’m Kurt.”
“What do you want, Kurt? Another latte?”
Kurt hesitated. Don’t over think it. Just take it one step at a time. “A latte would be great. Thanks.”
Chris stood. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
Kurt nodded. “Okay.”
He watched Chris make his way to the counter. Pretty eyes, pretty mouth, pretty amazing ass. Kurt settled, getting comfortable, as a couple eyed him uncertainly. He met their gaze and rested his arm along the back of the couch. They chose a table instead.
Kurt grinned. He was king of the couch. He wasn’t going to abdicate his throne. But it was a big couch and he was willing to share with the right person, and as he watched Chris smile at him as he waited at the counter, Kurt had a feeling that Chris might just be the right person.
Here’s the rest of this week’s flashers. Don’t forget to check out their stories.
Sara York m/m
AJ Jarrett m/m
Victoria Blisse m/f
LM Brown m/m
RC Donitz m/f
Scarlett Knight m/f
Lily Sawyer m/m
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m