scratch." Sonny sat up, holding on as the hammock swung wildly. "What'd you bring me?"
"I found Twinkies. Got some meat and a bunch of fruit. Chocolate. Nuts. Bread. Some weird-assed nut butter that didn't smell bad. Melons. Coffee. Some banana chips and these gizzada things."
Sonny chuckled. Nut butter. Maybe he would spread it on and have MJ lick it off. Now there was a nice thought. "You got Twinkies."
"Yeah. They had some." The box was tossed over, MJ's aim dead-on. "I don't know if they're fresh, but they're Twinkies."
"Twinkies don't have to be fresh..." He stared suspiciously at MJ's chocolate covered mouth. "What did you have?"
"Huh?" Man, butter wouldn't melt in that boy's mouth. Something did though.
"Don't be holding out on me, Precious. What did you eat that you're not sharing?" Chocolate. Mmm. Sonny rolled out of the hammock to stand on his good foot, clutching his Twinkies as he hopped on over.
MJ grinned and shook his head, stepped away. "You want a mango?"
"No. I want whatever it is you're having." He could smell the chocolate.
"Hmm?" Another step back, another shit-eating grin. Bastard. Little fucker.
"Oh, that's mean. Come on, give." Clomp, clomp. Sonny followed, giving chase.
"Uh-uh. Mine." A piece of something nummy and dark and sweet slipped into MJ's lips.
"You son of a bitch, come on, be nice." He grinned, closing in. "I can still kick your ass."
"With one leg? I'd like to see you try." Those eyes were just dancing.
"You're cruising for a bruising." Could you say sugar rush? That man was just bouncing . It was a good look for him. Sonny adjusted himself so he could make a rush if he needed to.
"Bullshit. I'd have you down on the floor before you could reach me."
"Okay, we can do that too." He chuckled at the way MJ's eyes widened. "Give me chocolate."
"Say pretty please." There was a piece right there, melting between those fingers.
He pondered that. "Okay, pretty please." That wasn't too much for his pride. He opened up, sticking his tongue out.
Oh, damn. Good. Dark. Melty. Sweet. Uhn.
"Good shit, huh?"
"Hell, yes." Sonny laughed out loud, launching himself at MJ, making them both stagger as he fought for the rest of that sweet.
MJ dropped the bags on the counter, reaching up high to keep the candy away, the chocolate starting to slide. "Mine."
"Share." Did the man forget how much taller Sonny was? He reached up, grappling.
"Make me." MJ pressed right up against him, going up on tiptoes. Fuck, the man smelled good.
They smacked back against the wall, which suited Sonny just fine as he didn't have to teeter on his good foot. Gave him leverage. His hand slid up MJ's arm, grasping at MJ's wrist to pull it down. "Want."
Strong little fucker. "Uh-uh. Mine. Have a Twinkie."
They scrabbled a little, until Sonny finally dug his free hand into MJ's ribs. He had to drop his Twinkies to do it, too. Silly asshole, thinking he wouldn't fight dirty over sweets.
"Fuck me!" MJ started squeaking and twisting, snorting and laughing hard. "Stop. Stop it, you ass!"
"Wait, do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to stop?" Oh, that was an even better look, MJ all red-faced and chortling. Sonny didn't even think, he just leaned down and licked chocolate off MJ's lower lip.
"Don't make me hurt you, Sunshine." Man, belly-to-belly felt fine, all warm and a little hard and close.
"Oh, you never know, Precious. I might like it." He grinned, feeling fine. Just fine.
MJ snorted, sticky fingers painting melted chocolate right down his cheek. "You think?"
Oh. Yum. Sonny grabbed MJ's fingers and started sucking on them, licking the chocolate right off. Jesus, that was addictive. He did like smooth, dark stuff. And he'd always liked his chocolate followed by a little bit of salt.
"I said that was my candy." MJ tugged his head over, tongue slip-sliding over his cheek, wet and hot as all get out.
"Uh-huh. Mmm. You can eat one of my Twinkies later. I'm all about sharing, Precious." Shit, that felt
"I found Twinkies. Got some meat and a bunch of fruit. Chocolate. Nuts. Bread. Some weird-assed nut butter that didn't smell bad. Melons. Coffee. Some banana chips and these gizzada things."
Sonny chuckled. Nut butter. Maybe he would spread it on and have MJ lick it off. Now there was a nice thought. "You got Twinkies."
"Yeah. They had some." The box was tossed over, MJ's aim dead-on. "I don't know if they're fresh, but they're Twinkies."
"Twinkies don't have to be fresh..." He stared suspiciously at MJ's chocolate covered mouth. "What did you have?"
"Huh?" Man, butter wouldn't melt in that boy's mouth. Something did though.
"Don't be holding out on me, Precious. What did you eat that you're not sharing?" Chocolate. Mmm. Sonny rolled out of the hammock to stand on his good foot, clutching his Twinkies as he hopped on over.
MJ grinned and shook his head, stepped away. "You want a mango?"
"No. I want whatever it is you're having." He could smell the chocolate.
"Hmm?" Another step back, another shit-eating grin. Bastard. Little fucker.
"Oh, that's mean. Come on, give." Clomp, clomp. Sonny followed, giving chase.
"Uh-uh. Mine." A piece of something nummy and dark and sweet slipped into MJ's lips.
"You son of a bitch, come on, be nice." He grinned, closing in. "I can still kick your ass."
"With one leg? I'd like to see you try." Those eyes were just dancing.
"You're cruising for a bruising." Could you say sugar rush? That man was just bouncing . It was a good look for him. Sonny adjusted himself so he could make a rush if he needed to.
"Bullshit. I'd have you down on the floor before you could reach me."
"Okay, we can do that too." He chuckled at the way MJ's eyes widened. "Give me chocolate."
"Say pretty please." There was a piece right there, melting between those fingers.
He pondered that. "Okay, pretty please." That wasn't too much for his pride. He opened up, sticking his tongue out.
Oh, damn. Good. Dark. Melty. Sweet. Uhn.
"Good shit, huh?"
"Hell, yes." Sonny laughed out loud, launching himself at MJ, making them both stagger as he fought for the rest of that sweet.
MJ dropped the bags on the counter, reaching up high to keep the candy away, the chocolate starting to slide. "Mine."
"Share." Did the man forget how much taller Sonny was? He reached up, grappling.
"Make me." MJ pressed right up against him, going up on tiptoes. Fuck, the man smelled good.
They smacked back against the wall, which suited Sonny just fine as he didn't have to teeter on his good foot. Gave him leverage. His hand slid up MJ's arm, grasping at MJ's wrist to pull it down. "Want."
Strong little fucker. "Uh-uh. Mine. Have a Twinkie."
They scrabbled a little, until Sonny finally dug his free hand into MJ's ribs. He had to drop his Twinkies to do it, too. Silly asshole, thinking he wouldn't fight dirty over sweets.
"Fuck me!" MJ started squeaking and twisting, snorting and laughing hard. "Stop. Stop it, you ass!"
"Wait, do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to stop?" Oh, that was an even better look, MJ all red-faced and chortling. Sonny didn't even think, he just leaned down and licked chocolate off MJ's lower lip.
"Don't make me hurt you, Sunshine." Man, belly-to-belly felt fine, all warm and a little hard and close.
"Oh, you never know, Precious. I might like it." He grinned, feeling fine. Just fine.
MJ snorted, sticky fingers painting melted chocolate right down his cheek. "You think?"
Oh. Yum. Sonny grabbed MJ's fingers and started sucking on them, licking the chocolate right off. Jesus, that was addictive. He did like smooth, dark stuff. And he'd always liked his chocolate followed by a little bit of salt.
"I said that was my candy." MJ tugged his head over, tongue slip-sliding over his cheek, wet and hot as all get out.
"Uh-huh. Mmm. You can eat one of my Twinkies later. I'm all about sharing, Precious." Shit, that felt
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