Here is the third of the three original story scenes reintroducing my old Adventures with Ben & Jerry characters. Like the scenes posted the past two Fridays, this was written back in 2008 or 2009 and posted on the Torquere Livejournal Social Group. Way back when, authors at Torquere would sign up to host the group for a day when they wanted to promote a new release (or whatever). One of the things authors often did while hosting was ask for prompt words, then a mere couple hours later, post a ficlet featuring those words. The scene I’m reposting today was the result of one of those times.

I made a few minor tweaks to the original post (and added the word “exhausted” that was left on last week’s post), but it remains mostly unchanged. Full disclosure: commenters were able to leave as many words as they wanted, and I only promised to use at least one from each. I always kept that promise, and this time I used them all. Here are the 11 words/phrases left by 3 people:

nooner — blindfold — camera — intense — numb — ice cream — tomatoes — keychain — spiral staircase — flagpole — WaterPik shower massager

Note: This scene has a higher heat rating than I typically go for on the site, so most of it is behind a spoiler tag. I toned down the language a bit from the original, but even so, please don’t click on it unless you are 18 or older. 🔥

You’ve got to come home right now. For Spooner. It’s an emergency. Jerry’s voicemail hadn’t been very specific. Ben was numb with worry as he trotted from the car to the front entrance of their new house. Poor little kitty.

He fumbled and dropped his keychain, then knocked his head on the poorly placed flagpole.

“Dammit.” He stood and stumbled to the door, rubbing his head.

“Jerry?” Ben hollered through the house. “Where are you? Where’s Spooner? Is she going to be okay?”

Ben’s jaw dropped as Jerry sauntered out of the kitchen, buck naked, eating a bowl of ice cream as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“What do you mean?” Jerry asked.

Ben sputtered. “Your voicemail. You said ‘For Spooner.’ You said it was an emergency.”

If you are 18 or older, click to read the rest of this story scene.

Jerry grinned. “For Spooner? No, she’s fine. I said for a nooner.” He glanced down at his half-hard cock and shrugged. “It’s kind of an emergency.”

“You’re kidding.”

“You’re not mad, are you? Sorry, you look upset. Or maybe exhausted. Are you okay?”

Ben scratched at the sore spot on his head. “I’m fine. I’m not mad at you. I hit my head, and I would have sworn you said Spooner so I was worried.”

“Sorry hon. Didn’t mean to worry you.” Jerry leaned over and gave him a light kiss.

“Mmm, nice.” Ben wrapped his arms around Jerry’s neck and pressed in. Jerry’s arms came around his waist, then Ben shuddered as cold ice cream slid down his back.

Ben jumped back. “Shit. You’re tipping your bowl.”

Jerry grimaced. “Sorry. Damn. I keep having to apologize to you today.”

Ben looked into the dripping, half empty bowl Jerry still held in his hands. “What the hell is that? Please tell me you don’t have tomatoes mixed in with your pistachio.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Ben sighed. “Nothing I guess. Just don’t ever give it to me that way, okay?”

“Check. No tomato with pistachio for you.” Jerry wiggled his eyebrows. “Hey, this mess works out, anyway. My surprise for you is in the shower.”

“There’s a surprise?” Things were looking up. He rather liked Jerry’s surprises.

Jerry got an intense look in his eyes. “You’re really gonna like this one.”

Sweet.

Jerry put his bowl down on the coffee table and led Ben to the spiral staircase leading up to the loft that had been the deciding selling point for the house.

Upstairs Jerry opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a purple blindfold. Uh-oh. “When did you get that?”

“Last weekend. I want you blindfolded for the surprise.”

“O—kay.” He could go with that. He closed his eyes as Jerry wrapped the thing twice around his head.

Then Jerry stepped away. It was disorienting standing there in the dark. Ben put his hands up, reaching for Jerry.

A click and whirring noise cut the silence, and a barely detectable flash of light made it through the thick material of the blindfold. “What was that? A camera? Tell me you didn’t just take a picture of me standing here like a doofus.”

“Um, sorry, that’d be a lie.”

“That better not end up on the Internet.”

Jerry laughed. “Quit worrying. Just relax. You need to get undressed now for our shower.”

“Fine.” Ben pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as Jerry went straight for his pants. Ben kicked out of his shoes so Jerry could get them off. His socks and boxers were peeled off last.

“Much better.” Jerry’s voice was cheery as he led Ben to the bathroom. Once there, Ben leaned against the wall as Jerry adjusted the water. “Okay, it’s hot enough, come on in.”

Ben stepped into the shower stall, but where was the water? He reached up to adjust the shower head, but it wasn’t there. Instead a hose ran out. He followed the hose down to a sprayer in Jerry’s hands.”

“When did we get a hand-held shower thingy?”

“I got it this weekend. You’re going to loved it. It’s not just any old sprayer, it’s a WaterPic shower massager.”

(Technically I’ve used all the prompt words now and could just end it here. But what the heck, they’re already nekkid…)

Ben laughed. “You sound like a commercial. But cool, that sounds good.”

“Just wait.” Jerry’s voice changed to his bossy tone. “Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.”

Ben shivered as a grin spread across his face, and he did as he was told.

Jerry started on his forearm, and worked up to his shoulder. It wasn’t too intense, but it was nice, and he relaxed into it.

When Jerry reached the other shoulder he adjusted the nozzle and water powered out, pulsing as he drew circles on Ben’s back with the powerful stream.

Ben moaned and dropped his head down. Damn, Jerry’d been right. He loved it. It was so relaxing. Jerry’s free hand landed on his ass, kneading his cheeks before trailing around to the front, right where Ben wanted it.

“Like the surprise?” Jerry’s voice was low in his ear.

Ben’s reply was more of a groan. “Love it. Don’t stop.”

“Do I ever?”

Nope, he sure didn’t. Jerry never stopped until after Ben expected him to. Of course, that was one of the many things he loved about the man.

Jerry’s brought the nozzle around to Ben’s front and the water jet pulsed across his chest. Ben pushed back as Jerry pressed against his back, grinding along the crack of his ass.

Jerry moved the water massager lower to circle around his abs as Jerry’s other hand maintained its firm, steady, slippery slide. Ben groaned as teeth nipped along his shoulder, and the grind against his ass turned frenzied.

“No.” Ben protested when Jerry’s hand dropped away. He was that close to coming. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“Just ramping it up a bit, love.” Jerry turned the nozzle on the shower head, this time to a less intense pulse, before grabbing Ben’s length again. Ben appreciated the water adjustment when the jet hit his balls.

Ben’s reaction was immediate. A groan tore through him as Jerry’s firm grip milked him.

The WaterPik dropped to the floor of the shower stall as Jerry pressed Ben up against the wall. Ben’s head fell back on Jerry’s shoulders and Jerry made his final frenzied thrusts along Ben’s crack. Jerry held him tightly, then moaned into his shoulder as heat spilled into the crush between them.

Long moments later, Jerry released him. Feeling disoriented in the dark, Ben kept his hands on the wall as Jerry retrieved the sprayer and rinsed them off.

The water turned off, and Jerry’s hands carefully unwound the blindfold. Ben turned to Jerry’s smiling face.

“Am I forgiven for my minor subterfuge to get you home?”

“I knew you’d said, ‘for Spooner.’”

Jerry grimaced. “Sorry. Forgive me?”

Ben sighed. “Of course.” Then he rolled his eyes and smiled. “It was worth it.”

“Love you.” Jerry’s grin was wide.

“Love you, too.”

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