Jenga (111 words)
David watched with rapt fascination was Griffin's deft fingers stacked the wooden Jenga blocks in a square formation. Higher and higher the tower grew until at last the last block was in place. Before David could ask the purpose of the exercise, a gentle shove to the side of the structure had the whole thing tumbling down with a near musical crash, blocks scattering across the tabletop to the floor. David didn't say anything for a moment, focusing on the distant and intent look on Griffin's face. The other man was scrutinizing the fallen tower, but his mind seemed a million miles away.
"Some things," he says slowly, "are better broken."
Kiss (43 words)
"Here Griffin." David proffers a small foil wrapped treat. Griffin takes it delicately, turning it over in one hand.
"A chocolate kiss David?"
"Placebo." David responds flippantly, a brazenly suggestive look on his face, and Griffin's smile is slow and sweet like molasses.
Licorice (143 words)
David watches the scene in front of him with open contempt. Griffin is holding a bright red licorice strand hostage and a firm grip, teasingly nibbling off both ends, before sticking it merrily in his chocolate milk and slurping the beverage through it like a straw.
"That's utterly disgusting, really and truly." Griffin notes that David actually looks a little green about the gills. After another long, noisy suck, Griffin replies.
"S' what they were made for, really. The best part is eating the licorice at the end."
"And I kiss you with that mouth?" David is staring aghast at his boyfriend, and definitely green now. Griffin debates on adding another point in his favour in his mental tally of victories, but sometimes, like now, they just come to easy. He settles for a rakish grin and another swallow of his drink instead.