Puck You, Two
by Elizabeth Jewell
Word Count: 4,610
Page Count: 19
Series: Puck You (#2)
Genres: Erotic Short Story, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), M/M
Editor: Maryam Salim
Copy Editor: Pat Sager
Line Editor: Lacey Savage
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
When Philippe Bessette runs into Jaroslav Láska in a bar, he knows he should walk away. But Láska knows what Bessette wants, and this time he's going to make Bessette beg for it.
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Copyright ©2011 Elizabeth Jewell
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Knowing Láska had mulled over how their next time might go concerned Bessette less than the idea L·ska had thought about him at all. Bessette himself had done everything he could to put Láska completely out of his mind. It had seemed prudent.
"I see." He crossed his arms over his chest, feeling suddenly exposed. He should have gone home. Why hadn't he gone home?
"I think that you will enjoy what I have planned for you tonight." By contrast, Láska seemed loose and relaxed, like there was nothing unusual about him planning perverted sexual escapades in a private training room. Maybe there wasn't. Maybe this was just everyday entertainment for Láska.
"And what might that be?"
Láska made a disappointed clucking sound. "You think you would not like a surprise?"
"No." Especially not if it involved Láska shoving things up Bessette's ass. Which it probably did.
"That is too bad. Surprises can be very nice."
"I'm sure they can be when they don't involve you. Now, tell me what you think I'm going to like this time, or I'm walking."
Láska studied him intently. "I think... I think you would like it very much if I jizz on your pretty, pretty face."
Bessette gaped at him. That had to be the stupidest thing he ever heard. "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
Láska turned away, the movement decisive. He'd made up his mind. Bessette could tell. He opened the cabinet and pulled out a roll of duct tape. "If I am remembering correctly," Láska said, "you thought my fist in your ass was a bad idea, too." He turned, holding up the roll of tape as if it were germane to the conversation. "But you liked it, I think."
His smirk made Bessette want to punch him in the face. And then fuck the shit out of him.