Rick and I are fixing some sandwiches. I'm cutting tomatoes, while he stares at my fingers loosely curled around the smooth hilt of the knife. He's right behind me, radiating body heat like a… radiator. He smells like that bottle of vodka I saw him down a while ago. And man it was too fast for a mortal man. He has got the hiccups, and keeps wafting his specialty odor on my sensitive neck. The hairs at the nape of my neck are playing porcupines, and try protecting me from the deadly assault. I stop for a moment and turn subtly to look at him at the corner of my field of vision. He sways lightly and places one of his palms between us on my lower back. It's a dare. Mom could walk in any moment. He thinks I'll turn him down scared of consequences. I'll prove him wrong... Oh it's so on old man.
I let him keep that hand where it rests. Heaven knows he might need it to stay upright. I return to the tomatoes. He gets bored after awhile of stalking my doings, and begins to fidget with the hem of my shirt. He brushes against the bare small of my back with his index, and I inhale with a loaded purpose. I feel his breath inching closer to my neck. I move to slice pickles, and stack the sannies with mayo as glue. As I place the de-crusted triangles on a plate his lips touch the tips of my baby hairs. I shiver and almost lose grasp of the plate. He hums a puff of warm air on me and I want to slap myself. Fucking touch me you old hag.
So he does, slowly pressing a pair of just licked lips on me. I take a sandwich, discard the rest into oblivion, and turn to him. He places his free hand on the counter, the other still on my hem. He looks neutral, perhaps to seem more sober, as we look at one another. He opens his mouth, and I feed him. He almost eats the tips of my fingers, grazing them instead with lips. He chews carefully, as if to not miss a bite. His satisfied yet indifferent reaction is a real let down after Darkrange. Without looking I pick up the knife from behind me. I put the rest of the treat in my mouth for safekeeping, and hand him the knife. His eyes twinkle like he's Santa. He even lets out a jolly laugh. My pulse picks up. I feel like pray. He hunts me with his gaze flickering through all the best places for bleeding. I like the way he scans my body, really looks at me like there's no other. I remove the bread.
Rick lifts the hand from my back to the corner of my lips. He slips one digit in and turns, exposing the inside of my lower lip. I see the pink of the surface on his pupils. He lifts the knife slowly, not once meeting my eyes. I feel a slight tinge as I see the bright reflection of light on the hefty blade. It takes a second for the pain to kick in. Rick takes a new sandwich and dabs it on the still exposed long cut. I stare in awe and delight as he eats me. There's the moan I was hoping for. "Oh do you taste so good you little dipshit…"he grumbles in between chewing. He releases my lip after another dab in the free running burgundy sauce fountain. I suck on the cut as he eats. My lip is getting swollen.
He brushes off crumbs from his person. I take that moment of distraction to strike. I pull him down for a kiss and make him drink straight from the source. He goes all horny tenager on me as he finds a nice spot to suckle. His hands are traveling under my shirt. I try not to melt, and begin opening his pants. He's pretending to not notice. But is given away as his breath hitches as I play with the band of his underwear. "You do remember Beth," he states into my mouth. I answer by palming his anticipation. He sweeps all major items on the counter to the side and I jump on it, knowing where my ass belongs. I stay on the edge for maximum contact. His body feels wonderful against mine. A little sweaty and firm. He grinds on me, feeling it better without thick pant fabric. No surrender, no whining. I cup a feel of his ass, and start sliding my fingers between the halves. I can't miss it when I brush against something long forgotten. I'm surprised that he doesn't stop me, and the guts I'm displaying. After a trip to my mouth, the phalanges slowly find their way into his ass. He holds me against himself firmly with both hands, and is hiding his out of breath holes in my hair. I gain access for the third finger, and begin my way deeper. I wish I had long fingers like him. I move my fingers to form a row, just to see if he can take it. Big boy doesn't disappoint. He's sweating and panting in pain. He knows the safeword, so no need to chicken out now. Rick takes it well tho, and as I feel jackpot, he squeezes my fingers surprised, and makes a strange all new noise. It's shallow and high pitched. He grasps my hair as if it'd be all he can do. Unlike hypothetical me in his place, Rick takes it standing with no weak knees like a pro. I not too gently assault the quickly drying hole. I can already feel some blood.
Yeah, I really have no idea when and how, but Beth has snuck past us and is now standing in the doorway. She's holding a gun. Rick feels me freeze, and tilts his head. Beth's eyes narrow as he aims for Rick:" step away from my son, you negligent piece of shit! ..NOW!" Neither of us move. Rick squeezes arround me, makes a lovely noise, and still looking at Beth begins to grind on my fingers. Her eye twitches an bang. I feel getting shredded to hell.
Gasping I wake in the machine. Rick grasps my hand:" You ok?" I take a moment to compose myself:" Too- too real bro. Jeezh."