"Ow!" Freddie giggled, sprawled facedown over Spencer's lap.
"Say it." Spencer tightened his grip on the squirming man laying across his legs. "Say it!"
Freddie only laughed harder, kicking his legs.
"Don't make me get the ruler!" Spencer accentuated this with another hard slap to Freddie's exposed behind, hardly able to contain a grin himself.
"Thank you, sir," Freddie choked.
"That's what I thought," Spencer laughed, spanking the younger man again. "You naughty boy."
*
Freddie knew he had lost the bet, and he slowly, begrudgingly, trudged home.
The apartment was dark when he unlocked the door, and as he reached for the lightswitch a hard cold piece of metal was slapped onto his wrist.
Oh no. Not the handcuffs. A blindfold was tied around his head.
"Damn it Spence, do we have to do this now?" Freddie whined.
"Yes. Now shush or I'll get out the duct tape." He pulled Freddie's shirt over his head, then started on his pants.
He pushed the very naked Freddie into his bedroom, shoving him facedown onto the bed. Freddie soon found himself handcuffed to the headboard.
It was going to be a long night.
*
"Ice cream?"
Spencer shrugged, sitting down on the bed next to his shirtless boyfriend. "I like ice cream. Oops!"
Freddie sat up quickly, glaring at Spencer as a spoonful of ice cream began melting on his chest. "You did that on purpose!"
"Now, young Fredward, why ever would I do such a thing?" The bowl was deposited on the nightstand, "Here, let me get it for you."
The older man pushed Freddie back down, trailing his tongue up his chest. He began unbuttoning his pants.
"I think there's some down here too," Spencer said, grinning impishly.
Freddie grabbed the bowl of melting vanilla ice cream off the table, slowly eating and groaning as his boyfriend's head bobbed up and down in his lap.
*
Spencer yelled, running out of the closet, something shiny and metallic glinting in his fingers.
"When did you get this?"
Freddie looked up from his camera. "Oh. I bought it a while ago, actually."
Spencer held the large, evil looking anal hook at arms length.
"I'm not letting you stick this... this... thing in me!"
Freddie grinned evilly, setting his camera down and taking the hook from Spencer's outstretched arms. "Who said anything about you letting me?"
*
Freddie stared at the incredibly large box in the middle of the apartment.
"You got me a refrigerator?" he asked dubiously. Maybe it was a sculpture.
"Just open it." Spencer laughed.
The wrapping paper was ripped off with a flourish.
"What the hell?" Freddie gawked at the go go boy-esque man laying seductively on his side in the box.
"Happy Birthday, Freddie." The man smirked.
I've been pretty busy this week, so whenever I sat down to write all I could focus on were these. The next chapter of iUnderstand is still being written. I'm sorry for being such a lazy bum. I figured I'd post this though, to placate anyone who is just drooling for some hot Spencer/Freddie action.
Thanks for reading!