Hollis stared at his lover. "I’m not eating that. It’s Christmas."
It was tofu masquerading as chocolate.
"It’s yummy." Jeremy’s eyes were dancing, laughing at him, the little fuck.
"Yummy, my ass."
"Well, yeah. Totally. Have some." The jiggly bowl was pushed toward him and Hollis backed up a step, shaking his head.
"No way. Have you tried it?"
"Oh!" The little hesitation was all he needed and he pounced. "You have to eat it first!"
That was the agreement. Hollis didn’t have to eat it if Jeremy-the-personal-trainer-of-death didn’t.
Jeremy rolled his eyes, stuck his middle finger in the goo and sucked it clean.
Managed not to make too bad of a face, too.
"Is it good?"
"Eh." The whole tub was tossed in the sink. "Your ass is better."
Hollis and Jeremy are rocking it out in Living in Fast Forward.