St-Patrick's Day Snippet #1

Featuring Drake and Slayde from Mannies Incorporated.

"Drake, the kids need you to help them decorate cookies." Slayde hollered the words as he headed for the medicine cabinets. He'd burned the hell out of his thumb taking the cookie sheet out.

"You do remember what the last batch of cookies I helped decorate came out, right?"

"Yep. Go. Did you move the Bactine?"

Drake came into sight and frowned. "Why do you need Bactine?"

"I burned my fucking hand." And there was already a blister.

Drake carefully took his hand and examined it. "That looks painful. Are you sure just the Bactine will be enough?"

"I hope so. I almost cursed at the kids."

"I wish you had. What? I'm tired of being the only one around here doing push-ups." Drake gave him a wink and started searching through the medicine cabinet.

"I don't want to push up with...Ow!" The spray stung like fire and then the pain eased.

"That should stop hurting in a second." Drake kissed the side of his mouth.

"Thank you." He turned his face, took a kiss. "Promise me tonight there will be beer and wild sex."

"I don't know. You're kind of on the injured list." Drake gave him yet another kiss.

"Don't make me pout. I will pout." He waited a second. "Mightily."

Drake grinned and grabbed his lower lip wit his own, tugging it out a little. "Did you get the green Twinkies made before you hurt yourself?"

"Like I would make you Twinkies..." Of course he had. They were horrific.

"You would. My pout is scarier than yours." Drake wasn't pouting, though; he was trying hard not to laugh. Then Drake pressed their mouths together, stifling his laughter on Slayde's mouth.

"Butthead." Slayde chuckled. "Come help me with the cookies, lover?"

"Yeah, I can wrangle crazy green cookies while you nurse your burn." Drake took his hand and kissed next to the blister. "There, I kissed it better."

Before he could say anything, shouts of "Unca Slayde! Unca Slayde!" filled the air.

"Their majesties call," teased Drake.

"I got them." Slayde loved living next door to them, having their family close. "Let's go, Uncle Cake."

Drake stuck his tongue out at the name, just like he always did.

Slayde got one more kiss from Drake and then they went to decorate shamrocks and pots of gold with their nieces and nephew.