Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Frosty Fiction, Day 11: Ty and Abe

“Link? Link, did you RSVP to that party with Mrs. Hannibal and the Historical Society?” Ty looked at his calendar, the scribbled ‘party’ there in huge scrawled not-written-by-him letters.

“Uh-huh.”

“And did you tell them yes?” Those women were powerful old biddies and Abe wanted that remodel job for the city hall entryway.

“Uh-uh.”

Ty’s lips twisted. “So... what is this on my calendar?”

At least Abe hadn’t just left the old girls hanging, right? Right?

Abe wandered in from the front, face wreathed in a purely evil grin. “You got plans tonight.”

“Do I?”

That grin just got wider. “Uh-huh. C’mere.”

He headed over, not sure what his lover was up to, but knowing he was up for it. “What did you do?”

A dark, soft blindfold covered his eyes, then warm lips brushed his ear. “We got plans, baby.”

“Plans?” Oh, fuck.

“Uh-huh. Gonna blow your mind. Trust me?”

“Always.” Forever.

And he couldn’t wait.

 

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Ty and Abe's story is Long Road Home, for those of you that haven't been hanging with me for 293479 years. ;-)

Y'all know the drill by now. Comment! :D

Much love,

BA

4 comments:

buttononthetop said...

"Trust me?”
“Always.” Forever.

*happy sigh*

kaytee said...

Ty and Abe (a/k/a Tiny and Linc) one of the first of yours that I read and if anyone hasn't read it, find and read it NOW!!! I will now have to pull it out and read it again.
Thanks for bringing them back out.

Katherine Halle said...

Oh I agree with Button :D

Rachel said...

I don't know how I could have missed that one :(