WANNABES
"Wannabes" are scenes that originally were written for "Sucker" but were deleted or rewritten along the way, shown here in their original form.
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"Sucker," please do not take any of the plot points or expressed opinions as
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nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life.
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4.) Howie, Erik ("Sucker" 60)
The morning after, version three. (Matthew being frustrated and wanting to beat
Erik, version fifteen.)
Chocolate. He smelled chocolate.
Opening his eyes slowly, Erik saw flower petals. Rose petals. Different colors, scattered everywhere. Strawberries in a bowl right in front of him, on a tray.
Last night. Howie. Dinner. Sex.
He’d been JC and Howie had been Howie, and they’d done the things that JC and Howie did together, only not quite, exactly. But it had been close, considering the fact that Howie had licked his asshole and then lubed him up and fucked him.
Against him. Fucked against him. It hadn’t been real fucking, not literally, not with hard-core penetration.
He still remembered the wet flutter of Howie’s tongue against him. The gentle rubbing from Howie’s fingers. The slight bit of pressure that had made him squirm, made him hard, made him wonder.
He wondered what Howie had been thinking. Erik had fucked JC before, and whenever he touched JC there, the first thought on his mind generally wasn’t, “It’d be nice to get off against this guy.” It tended to be more along the lines of, “Damn, how soon can I get in there?”
But Howie had held back. Erik was grateful for it, but he wasn’t sure that he understood it.
The strawberries still looked good. Sitting up, Erik moved the tray onto the bed. Dipping a finger into the first cup of chocolate, he tested. Chocolate almond. That was what Howie had poured onto his back and licked off of his ass.
Never having licked anyone’s ass before, Erik couldn’t be certain, but he was pretty sure that coating the area with chocolate first had to be an improvement. Not that he was particularly dirty, or anything. And Howie had been thinking about JC last night, and JC seemed, among other things, very clean. JC liked sex to be as aesthetically pleasing as possible, as far as Erik could tell.
Dipping a strawberry into chocolate, Erik nibbled at the end and watched Howie sleep. Howie was just a guy in bed, asleep on one side, tangled in the covers, with stubble and slightly mussed hair.
He was also damned beautiful.
Last night had been a unique fantasy set apart from actual life. He’d stepped into someone else’s life for a moment. And he wanted to go back. He wasn’t sure he could keep it up indefinitely - - who lived like that full-time? - - but it was definitely somewhere he’d like to revisit.
Being loved like that. Being wanted like that. Being the object of someone’s affection and adoration and flattery and desire and lust and maybe even obsession.
Not that Howie was obsessed with JC.
Although there were a lot of reasons to be obsessed with JC.
Finished with the strawberry, Erik unwrapped the sheet from Howie’s shoulder, slipping black satin down to Howie’s knees. Carefully, carefully, he held the cup of dark chocolate over Howie’s hip. It hovered for a moment, and then a few drops spilled out, trickling down Howie’s muscular thigh. Quickly Erik licked them up, catching them as they rolled down from Howie’s hip. Hmm. Not bad. He-
“Erik-Michael,” Howie murmured. Erik came back up by the pillows as brown eyes opened. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” Erik said, running his fingers over Howie’s cheek.
Howie’s sleepy smile charmed him deep inside. “Did you start breakfast without me?”
He couldn’t resist smiling back. “Maybe.”
“Mmm.” Howie gently caught his chin in one hand, bringing him closer for a soft kiss. “I’d love to join you.” Sweet, suggestive smile. “As long as you’re on the menu.”
Erik loved feeding Howie. He loved the stunning visual of it. He loved the twist of hot anticipation as his fingers and Howie’s mouth drew near to each other. He loved the feel of Howie’s tongue licking his fingers clean.
Fresh strawberries, nice.
Fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate, tasty.
Fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate on Howie Dorough’s chest, fucking delicious.
Last night’s champagne was flat, so Howie opened a new bottle. Howie also brought warm, flaky, buttery croissants to the bed. Erik definitely loved Howie sucking butter from his fingers.
He liked it when Howie fed him, too. He liked the lust in Howie’s gaze, the way Howie’s own lips parted with desire whenever he bit down. It didn’t take long before Howie was practically sitting in his lap, feeding him with one hand, kissing him between bites. After one particularly well-dipped strawberry, Howie licked an extra smear of chocolate from Erik’s lower lip before he could get to it himself. “Thank you for last night,” Howie murmured, kissing him. “So soft,” Howie whispered, kissing him again.
Erik grew distracted by Howie’s kisses, and forgot what Howie had been talking about. Especially when Howie’s hand started rubbing low down on his stomach.
“Last night meant so much to me, Erik-Michael.” With Howie this close, looking at him like that, all Erik could look at was Howie’s eyes. “It was so special. I’ve really needed to connect with JC again.” Howie caressed over Erik’s thigh; he wanted to move Howie’s hand to where it was needed more. “Dinner was magical for me, and you were just perfect. And after dinner…”
After dinner, hell, yes. Erik kissed him, deep, wanting.
“Erik-Michael,” Howie whispered. Erik had never been with anyone who liked saying his name more than Howie and JC did. “Thank you for giving me such a special experience.” Slow, hungry kisses. Erik’s dick demanded attention. “You did something beautiful for me last night, and I hope that someday I can do the same for you.”
Erik went down on his back, bringing Howie over himself, kissing, kissing. “You can do something beautiful for me right now,” he said, guiding Howie’s hand to his hard-on. “It’ll only take a couple of minutes.”
With a laugh, Howie squeezed him gently, making him tense up in gratitude. “I was serious,” Howie said, kissing him.
Mmm, yeah… “So was I,” Erik said, moaning at Howie’s caress.