in the home stretch
Apr. 24th, 2007 12:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltd44126/50,000 done of Glad Hands
Two chapters left
I'm going to run some dishes and clean a little then see how much I can bang out. I know it's not a race, but this is like when you're driving 500 miles, and you only have 50 to go to get home.
For you, the faithful readers who have listened to me whine, a clip:
They’d just finished cleaning up when Bruce reached for the dishtowel Seven was using. He dried his hands and then pulled Seven in closer and kissed him. It was quick and light, but Seven turned bright red and pulled away.
“You’re so cute.” Bruce hadn’t let go of the towel and reeled him back in. Seven reached out and touched his cheek, very gently. “Go ahead. Nothing wrong with it. Didn’t King David love Jonathan more than he loved any woman? I’m going to be mayor someday, a virtual king. And you can be my Jonathan.”
Seven looked shocked at this, and Bruce laughed. He pulled the Bible off the bookshelf, where it sat next to the Farmer’s Almanac and the Fish and Game Regulation book and an old manual on tying flies. Bruce flipped to 1 Samuel 18 and read.
“Then Jonathan and David made a covenant, because he loved him as his own soul. And Jonathan stripped himself of the robe that was upon him, and gave it to David, and his garments, even to his sword, and to his bow, and to his girdle.” Bruce put the Bible away and came closer. “Jonathan stripped naked, his clothes, his underwear, and gave them to David, with that long, sharp sword and the long hard bow.”
Seven was blushing in earnest now. Bruce unbuttoned his shirt and kissed him again.
“Come on, Jonathan. Give me your garments, your robe and your girdle.” He took Seven’s cock in his hand. “And your sword.”
Seven came after two strokes of Bruce’s hand and Bruce laughed again. “Perhaps not a sword, but a bow that fires quickly.” He kissed Seven again. “Someday, I will sheathe the King’s sword within you.”
Seven looked at him, blue eyes startled. “Tonight?” he asked hopefully.
Two chapters left
I'm going to run some dishes and clean a little then see how much I can bang out. I know it's not a race, but this is like when you're driving 500 miles, and you only have 50 to go to get home.
For you, the faithful readers who have listened to me whine, a clip:
They’d just finished cleaning up when Bruce reached for the dishtowel Seven was using. He dried his hands and then pulled Seven in closer and kissed him. It was quick and light, but Seven turned bright red and pulled away.
“You’re so cute.” Bruce hadn’t let go of the towel and reeled him back in. Seven reached out and touched his cheek, very gently. “Go ahead. Nothing wrong with it. Didn’t King David love Jonathan more than he loved any woman? I’m going to be mayor someday, a virtual king. And you can be my Jonathan.”
Seven looked shocked at this, and Bruce laughed. He pulled the Bible off the bookshelf, where it sat next to the Farmer’s Almanac and the Fish and Game Regulation book and an old manual on tying flies. Bruce flipped to 1 Samuel 18 and read.
“Then Jonathan and David made a covenant, because he loved him as his own soul. And Jonathan stripped himself of the robe that was upon him, and gave it to David, and his garments, even to his sword, and to his bow, and to his girdle.” Bruce put the Bible away and came closer. “Jonathan stripped naked, his clothes, his underwear, and gave them to David, with that long, sharp sword and the long hard bow.”
Seven was blushing in earnest now. Bruce unbuttoned his shirt and kissed him again.
“Come on, Jonathan. Give me your garments, your robe and your girdle.” He took Seven’s cock in his hand. “And your sword.”
Seven came after two strokes of Bruce’s hand and Bruce laughed again. “Perhaps not a sword, but a bow that fires quickly.” He kissed Seven again. “Someday, I will sheathe the King’s sword within you.”
Seven looked at him, blue eyes startled. “Tonight?” he asked hopefully.
