Marcus and Jim

(this was supposed to go up yesterday)

Marcus fanned himself with Jim's story. Damn, but it was hot as hell. Not to mention it gave him an idea... or forty.

"Baby!" He called out for his lover who'd handed the story over and disappeared somewhere almost immediately.

"I... Yes? Would you like some coffee?"

"No, baby. Coffee is most definitely not what's on my mind." His voice was little more than a growl.

Jim peeked into the room, green eyes burning. "No? Wine?"

"No, something more salty." He crooked his finger at Jim, and made a come here motion.

Jim stepped forward. "Popcorn?"

"Not even close."

He was going to drive his baby out of his brilliant fucking mind.

And he was going to start with the scene on page eight.

Merry fucking Christmas to them.

"Over my knee and spread. Wide."