Story Orgy Monday...Farewells & Greetings pt. 2

Happy Story Orgy^™ Monday!

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And here we are again...another Monday and another round of prompt stories from the Story Orgy!

For people new to my story – this is the continuation to a story I wrote many years ago with the Story Orgy called Farewell. It does reference a quickie I wrote with Dwight and Pip for Easter also...that quickie unfortunately is not available right now...so I was thinking if you were interested I could clean it up a bit and post it sometime this week so anyone who didn't get a chance to read about Dwight's first date with Pip could... :)

This week's prompt:  He circled the edge.

And now for your reading pleasure…

 

Farewells & Greetings

pt. 2

copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows

Dwight sat at the wrought iron round table in his postage stamp style backyard staring at the cell phone in his hand. His thumb circled the edge of it as he willed it to ring. Last week was Easter and after kissing him good-bye, Pip had sworn he'd call.

Well okay, it was more of a passing call ya, see ya comment, but it seemed like a promise to Dwight, especially after their dinner together.

Dwight and Pip's first date—official date by Pip's calculations, not so official if Dwight were to be believed—was on Easter. Homemade lasagna, a very sure of himself Pip and an even more insecure of himself Dwight made for an interesting first date.

The night ended with a kiss, a mumble about calling him soon and Pip leaving the same way he came, in a rush of what the hell is happening emotions twistering around Dwight.

Oh that kiss...Dwight was pretty damn sure that only Pip could make a simple closed mouth chaste kiss so amazingly hot and sensuous. The things Dwight would do for another one of those.

But he couldn't get any more if the man didn't call, because Dwight wasn't of sound enough mind on Easter to actually ask for Pip's contact information.

"Wow, you're really worshipping that phone it looks like."

"Waiting for a call." Dwight responded to the voice over his shoulder.

Wait a second. He was in his backyard. His fenced in backyard. There shouldn't be any voices over his shoulder.

He jerked around and looked up into deep dark blue eyes crinkled in the corners no doubt due to the huge Cheshire grin smile happening from the mouth just below them. The same damn mouth that knew how to give innocent yet hard-on inducing kisses.

"Pip!" He yelped in an octave or two higher than his normal voice.

The man nodded his head in affirmation. "That's what they call me. Though Pipsqueak and Brat are close seconds if you ask my brother." He leaned down and whispered in Dwight's ear, his warm, moist breath caressing the skin like an intimate embrace, "And soon you'll have a few endearments of your own to add to my name list."

Dwight's jaw dropped when Pip lightly kissed the shell of his ear before straightening and squeezing behind him to reach the other chair. Sure Pip could've walked around like any normal person would, but Dwight was pretty darn sure that he just rubbed all up and down against him on purpose taking the shortcut.

Looking over at the man who had been invading his dreams during the night and day for the past week plus, Dwight suddenly felt like he did on Easter—completely and totally in over his head.

Pip was gorgeous with his shaggy black hair hitting his shoulders and his deep blue eyes dancing with humor. This was the type of man who enjoyed himself to the fullest. Dwight could tell that he smiled a lot from the natural tilt of his mouth and it made him seem larger than life in the process. Dwight could easily imagine people gravitating towards him to be in the sunlight that he shared with everyone.

Yet here he sat with Dwight, not a happy shiny person who deserved such attentions.

"Uh oh, you're thinking too hard. Your brow is frowning at me. Make it stop." Pip winked at him before picking up a handful of blueberries from the fruit plate between them. He pursed his lips and sucked one blueberry in after another until his hand was empty.

Dwight licked his lips staring at the show put on for his benefit. When Pip sucked imaginary juices off his fingers Dwight shifted a bit in his chair, trying to alleviate the pressure around his growing erection.

Pip noticed the not too smooth movements and his smirk grew exponentially as he leaned against the table and practically purred, "So Dwighty, what phone call were you waiting for?"

Twenty different answers floated in Dwight's head that he could respond with, but they would all be lies. Lying to Pip felt wrong; he didn't want to do it. Telling the truth should've been humiliating, but for some reason it wasn't.

"You said you'd call." He shrugged, never breaking eye contact.

Pip leaned back and crossed his legs. "I did."

"But you didn't."

"Not at all."

Dwight blinked. Were they having the same conversation?

"So you admit you didn't?" He wanted to be sure he wasn't misunderstanding Pip.

"Oh absolutely." Pip blinked, his face completely serious. "And I admit I did, also."

Dwight hung his head and wondered if this was one of those situations where he should count backwards from ten. He peeked up at Pip who again was eating the fruit. This time he was tackling the strawberries, putting the pointy end up against his mouth and hollowing out his cheeks as he sucked the bigger fruit through those closed lips, and oh my god did he just moan while chewing?

Twenty. If he was going to deal with Pip he definitely needed to count backwards from twenty.

"So what are you doing here, Pip?"

Pip shook his head like he was confused, which was funny considering Dwight was pretty sure nothing confused this man.

"I'm here to pick you up for our second date." He leaned closer to Dwight and spoke in a stage whisper, "And this one's important too, you get to meet Erisyl which means we'll be taking some clothes off."

To be cont'd...

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Don't forget to check out the great stories on my fellow orgiast's blogs! :)

Lee Brazil's story: click here
Hank Edwards' story: click here