Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2009.
Nothing of too much substance, but Finn and Jeff are back 🙂
NOT SAFE FOR WORK. Fair warning.
©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
“Jeez, you’re bad at this.”
Jeff rolled his eyes with a grin. He couldn’t see the teasing grin that would go with that tone on Finn’s face. The same one that’d been there all morning since Finn had wakened long before Jeff and used the time to hide all of the two dozen eggs they’d dyed the night before.
Sighing, Jeff shot Finn a glare then got to his knees beside the recliner in the corner. There was that grin on Finn’s delicious pink lips, accompanied by a quick pucker to throw him a kiss. Muttering good-naturedly to himself, Jeff got on his hands to look under the chair. Finn had denied him of all but the briefest of kisses since he’d had his morning coffee, insisting that Jeff find all the eggs first.
There. He reached into the dust beneath the chair to extract a pastel blue egg. “Y’know, I didn’t like egg hunting as a kid.”
Finn gasped. “How the hell can you not like hunting for Easter eggs?”
“My brother,” he set the egg on the table beside him then hunkered down again. Finn had hidden two eggs under the bookcase so it wasn’t beyond reason that he’d done the same here. “He was always better at it and the competition was fierce.” Nope, no eggs. He straightened up to his knees. “I think my parents cheated for him.”
Finn laughed gaily, squirming in his seat on the couch. He looked damn adorable. Not that he didn’t always, but he’d pulled on a frilly blue and white skirt that looked like part of a Bo Peep costume and wore fuzzy white rabbit slippers on the feet he had tucked up under him. He was shirtless but wore a lacy collar and cuffs to match the skirt. His silky black hair was pulled into two tails on either side of his head, both held by more bits of lace. Not being able to touch him was mostly what spurred Jeff on in the hunt. Continue reading