I know it's traditionally Six Sentence Sunday, but I didn't want to cut this particular bit down to shorter than this.
Grant, Mark and Ting star in a story I'm working on that doesn't actually have a deadline. They are naughty, sneaky boys.
Mark went back to work on the Popsicle, the huge wide base stretching Mark's lips.
"Oh, damn Ting. Are you watching this?" Grant asked.
"Uh-huh?" Ting didn't even have breath.
Mark's eyebrows lifted in an obvious question.
Grant shook his head. "You're oblivious, aren't you?"
Grant laughed, the sound somewhat breathless. "The way you go down on that Popsicle is inspiring."
Happy end of the weekend,
smut fixes everything