“I don’t think I bend that way.” Jack tried to project doubt rather than alarm.
“Oh, okay, well… “ Daniel scooted around, “I’ll go on top.”
“Yeah, but I still have to… “
“I’ll hold your leg up.”
“How can you hold my leg up if you’ve got one hand here and one hand there?”
“I’ll, um, use my shoulder.”
“Don’t tip over,” Jack mumbled, picking up the sketch and looking at it again. “Ya know, even on the bottom….”
“What?” Daniel said, exasperation showing in both face and voice.
“I don’t think my dick bends that way.”
Daniel fumbled for his glasses and took the sketch away from Jack. He frowned at it for several seconds.
Jack watched his face for a while and then his gaze wandered to the back of the sheet of paper Daniel held. “Oh, whoa. Hey!” He snatched the paper back, and flipped it around, pointing. “Plan B!”
Daniel’s eyebrows rose precipitously. “You want to try that?”
Jack turned the paper back around and gazed at the sketch. He licked his lips. “Hell, yeah.”
“I kind of….” Daniel tried to turn the page back over, but Jack slapped at his hand sharply. “Hey!”
“Plan B,” Jack said firmly. “You’re on top.”
“I am?” Daniel examined the sketch, craning his neck.
When he flushed and bit his lip, Jack knew he’d won his case.
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branchandroot
Workin' on our Night Moves, PG-13
Date: Jul. 29th, 2009 03:54 am (UTC)“Oh, okay, well… “ Daniel scooted around, “I’ll go on top.”
“Yeah, but I still have to… “
“I’ll hold your leg up.”
“How can you hold my leg up if you’ve got one hand here and one hand there?”
“I’ll, um, use my shoulder.”
“Don’t tip over,” Jack mumbled, picking up the sketch and looking at it again. “Ya know, even on the bottom….”
“What?” Daniel said, exasperation showing in both face and voice.
“I don’t think my dick bends that way.”
Daniel fumbled for his glasses and took the sketch away from Jack. He frowned at it for several seconds.
Jack watched his face for a while and then his gaze wandered to the back of the sheet of paper Daniel held. “Oh, whoa. Hey!” He snatched the paper back, and flipped it around, pointing. “Plan B!”
Daniel’s eyebrows rose precipitously. “You want to try that?”
Jack turned the paper back around and gazed at the sketch. He licked his lips. “Hell, yeah.”
“I kind of….” Daniel tried to turn the page back over, but Jack slapped at his hand sharply. “Hey!”
“Plan B,” Jack said firmly. “You’re on top.”
“I am?” Daniel examined the sketch, craning his neck.
When he flushed and bit his lip, Jack knew he’d won his case.