The next morning I woke up in bed with him. He looked normal--no visible signs of extra arms. I looked normal too. No third eye.
Jack flopped over and yawned.
"Crazy night," he said.
"Yeah," I said. "I had this dream we were both struck by lightning and turned into superheroes."
"Me too," he said, sitting up.
"Maybe it really did happen," I said, examining the singed sheets under him.
Jack nodded and eyed me seriously.
He swept me into one of those superhero kisses only with twice as much tongue, then pulled back and eyed me seriously.
I guess his tentacles were saved for times like when he needed to rescue derailed trains or to fuck frustrated meteorologists.
"So, I take this is going to be more than a one night stand," Jack said, shooting me a solar gigawatt smile.
"Hope so," I said, shooting him back what I hoped was smile equivalent if not greater than his. Maybe a power up with a gigavolt to the heart-- or head-- would work. I wouldn't mind starting my day fucking like a couple of radioactive rabbits.
I tried to radiate my psychic energies to make a pass with my mind (or more than a pass if I could). His eyes widened and he shouted, "Hell, what's that?! What the fuck is that?!"
"Fucking you with my head."
Jack panted and moaned while I watched. Damn, our very first brain fuck.
I had to write this on my calendar.
Enough of this not touching, though. I threw his legs over my shoulder and fucked with my dick and my head. I had him screaming my name as his head banged into the headboard. He was smoking without a cigarette.
This time, no retractable tentacles.
We finished with one extra-loud whack from the other side of the wall and Jack yelling, "What's that?!"
"Oh," I said with one last thrust, "that's Old Lady Cravitz pounding on the wall."
We collapsed to the bed, out of breath.
After a few minutes, I got out my Zigzags, my baggie and rolled a fat one.
"So," I said, as I took a hit and passed it to him, "when do we start saving the world?"
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