#FlashFictionFriday 06/23/2017 Adventures with Ben and Jerry #FlashFic

Flash Fiction Friday

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:

noonerblindfoldcameraintensenumbice creamtomatoeskeychainspiral staircaseflagpoleWaterPik 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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Ben-Blindfold

“That better not end up on the Internet.”

I’m going to return to my old rule for prompts. Leave as many as you like in the comments, but I’ll only promise to use one from each contributor in next week’s post (although I’ll try to use them all).

#FlashFictionFriday 6/16/2017 Adventures with Ben and Jerry #FlashFic

Flash Fiction Friday

Once again I’m reposting a scene to reintroduce my old Adventures with Ben & Jerry characters. This is the second in a series of three preexisting scenes that were 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 “tinsel” 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 kept that promise, and in the end I used twenty-five words (or phrases) left by ten commenters, and only four on the table. Here are the original twenty-five:

woodpilekindling — hearth — watermelon — mangoheathowlbrotherstarscincherstallionsnowicewindybitter coldjingle bellsfruit cakecolored ballssquirrel — puddingtoastersirchocolategrinbatteries not included

(In case you’re interested, the ones I didn’t use were: thunder, photocopier, red-nose, and spider.)

“I’m not calling in sick to play hooky again!” Ben was adamant.

But, Jerry’s grin was mischievous. Ben was learning to get nervous when that grin appeared. “I’m not saying right now. We can plan it for Saturday.”

“But a picnic? In December? I don’t know. It’s pretty darned bitter cold out there. Not to mention windy as hell. All we’d need is snow and ice to make it the craziest picnic on record.”

Jerry laughed and looked at him like he was the one that was nuts. “Not outside. We’ll spread out a blanket in front of the fireplace. I’ll scrounge through what’s left of the woodpile for logs and kindling. The heat from a roaring fire will be just the thing to make us forget the howl of the wind outside.”

Some of the tension drained from Ben’s shoulders. That sounded pretty good, actually. Ben could get behind a cozy little hearth-side carpet picnic. “I wonder if I can find a watermelon in December? Or mango. I love mango.” Especially since learning it was an aphrodisiac.

“Yeah, and pudding. I love chocolate pudding.”

“Well yeah, I can make pudding, but that’s not picnic food. Heck, we might as well break out Aunt Gertrude’s fruitcake if we’re not going to stick to the theme.” He’d much rather squirrel that heavy monstrosity away somewhere in case they both lost their jobs and were starving. Really starving, ’cause damn.

“Oh, okay.” Jerry rolled his eyes. “Hey, let’s do it after dark so it can be like we’re camping next to a campfire. The Christmas tree lights reflecting off the colored balls and tinsel will be like we’re looking up at the stars.”

Well maybe for someone with Jerry’s imagination, but Ben could go with that. Night would be better for getting frisky in front of the fireplace, and he could certainly get behind that. “Fine.”

“One more thing…”

Oh brother. “What?”

“Wear that waist cincher I got you for your birthday? You haven’t worn it for me yet.”

Ben’s mouth opened but nothing came out. Well, okay, he could do that. He’d had way more fun than he’d ever expected to have the last time Jerry’d gotten a wild hair in his ass, and Ben had ended up with a purple dildo in his. He nodded.

Jerry’s grin widened. “Good. I’ll have you open that present with the gold jingle bells on it, too. Hey, make sure we have some double A’s.”

“Double A’s?”

“Yeah, batteries. The box you’ll be unwrapping said ‘batteries not included’. We’ll definitely want to have some on hand.”

Ben took a deep, steadying breath. Jerry hadn’t steered him wrong yet. He blushed to admit it, but he liked it when Jerry turned all dom on him like that. Jerry turned into such a—for lack of a less cheesy word—stallion. “Okay. I’ll make sure we have some.”

“Oh, and the toaster. We’ll need to bring the toaster out here, too.”

Ben’s eyes widened. “Do I want to ask?”

“Probably not.”

“You going to make me call you ‘Sir‘ again?”

“That a problem?”

No. It sure wasn’t.

I think when I created Harrison and Mason, I must’ve modeled them after Ben and Jerry—at least somewhat. Ben and Jerry are a little wackier, though.

Since I’m still trying to put all my free time into a short story I need to finish by the end of the month, I’ll probably post the other final existing installment in the Ben and Jerry ficlets next Friday. Even so, you are welcome to leave a prompt word in the comments, below. If I can reasonably work it into the next scene (like I did with “tinsel” this week, then I’ll do that. Otherwise, I’ll hold it for the next fresh scene I write.

 

#FlashFictionFriday Reintroducing Adventures with Ben and Jerry #FlashFic

Flash Fiction Friday

This week I’ve been mired in edits for Cultivating Love and trying to write a short story, on top of things getting busy in my real life, so I figured this would be a good time to kind of cheat for my Flash Fiction Friday post by reintroducing a couple of recurring characters I used in flash fiction years and years ago. It’s only “kind of” cheating, because I worked the word left on last week’s Flash Fiction Friday post (grumpy) into the existing story scene.

This scene 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. I was terrified the first time I tried, and the scene I’m reposting today was the result.

I made a few minor tweaks to the original post (and like I said, added the word “grumpy” into the mix), 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 kept that promise, and in the end I used eighteen words (or phrases) left by nine commenters, and left twelve on the table. Here are the original eighteen:

sunshine — breakfast — coffee — alarm clock — school bus — Large Haldron Collider — sweltering — studio — purple dildo — leather — shovel — hornet — dominate — hot chocolate — rhinestone — leash — flake — If you do that one more time…

(In case you’re interested, the ones I didn’t use were: bed, neanderthal, satin, pretzel, boutique, quill, sunflowers, “That’s Amore,” minimalist, half-life, dweeb, and loser.)

Ben turned on the coffeemaker and pulled a box of corn flakes out of the cabinet. The alarm clock had gone off way too early this morning and he wanted lots of caffeine with his breakfast.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Jerry’s voice was as sunny as the day. “Coffee smells great, but I’m in the mood for hot chocolate today.”

“Hot chocolate? Really? It’s gonna be sweltering.”

Mr. I-love-mornings winked at him. “You’re drinking coffee.”

Ben couldn’t refute that logic so he poured his cereal, sat down, and willed the coffee pot to drip faster. “You going in to the studio today or the office?”

school bus rumbled by, and he missed Jerry’s reply. It involved an eye roll, though.

“What?”

“I said, what’s the point? The earth’s going to be swallowed by a black hole today anyway. Might as well stay home for it.”

Ben shook his head at Jerry and his Large Haldron Collider worries. “You’re pretty chipper this morning considering the world’s coming to an end.”

Jerry smiled. “Well, I don’t really believe that. But don’t you think it would be a fun excuse to stay home? You know. Say ‘to hell with it all, we’re playing hooky today.’”

Ben grinned. Jerry was a free spirit and sometimes his attitude was contagious. There wasn’t anything he needed to do at the office today that couldn’t be put off a day, was there? “What excuse should I use?”

“You could just tell old Prather a hornet stung you. You’re allergic to freaking everything so that’d work. He’s such a flake anyway you could tell him anything.”

“What about you? Jenkins is always grumpy. I can hear him now: ‘if you do that one more time…’

Jerry laughed. “He always says that. I’ll just tell him I’ve got the stomach flu and I’ll work from home. I’m pretty much done with that project anyway.”

Ben wasn’t going to tell his boss he’d been stung by a hornet, but he could see a case of the stomach flu buying him a day at home. “What do you want to do with our day off? We can’t go out and risk being seen after calling in.”

Jerry had a playful glint in his eye. “We’re being bad. I think we should be really bad. Remember those gifts Randy gave us when we moved in together? The ones you put in the back of the closet?”

Ben’s jaw dropped. “The leather collar?”

“And the rhinestone studded leash.”

“Oh yeah.” Jerry had such a hopeful look in his eyes. “Ah, okay. Who’s going to wear it?”

Jerry gave him an eyebrow wiggle. “Wanna dominate me? Or would you rather be dominated?”

Ben wouldn’t know where to start. The idea of Jerry getting all Dom on him was kind of intriguing, though. Hot even. “Uh, you can be in charge.”

Jerry’s eyes turned serious. “I’ve got a purple dildo with your name on it.”

Ben choked.  A what? Was it too late to back out? He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Jerry walked calmly over to the coffee pot and turned it off. He poured a cup and set it in front of Ben. “Drink up and shovel in some cereal. You’re going to need the energy.”

What had he gotten himself into?

Since I’m still trying to put all my free time into the short story I mentioned above, I’ll probably post the other two existing installments in the Ben and Jerry ficlets for the next two Flash Fiction Friday posts. Even so, you are welcome to leave a prompt word in the comments, below. If I can reasonably work it into the next scene (like I did with “grumpy” this week, then I’ll do that. Otherwise, I’ll hold it for the next fresh scene I write.

 

#FlashFictionFriday – Cultivating Love “alternate universe” Bonus Scene – #FlashFic #amwriting

Flash Fiction Friday

This week I’m using the word left on last week’s Flash Fiction Friday post:

kiss

…and 14 additional words I got from https://www.randomlists.com/random-words (screenshot, below):

coolexchangedearknowingthrillcratebuildingheallivelyrabbitplanegeneralbewilderedscience

Screenshot 2017-05-30 17.11.10

This is a bonus scene for Cultivating Love. It’s not a continuation scene, or a “missing scene” that could fit somewhere in the middle. It’s a “WHAT IF?” scene. As in what if, in some alternate universe, Ed and Joe traveled to Mayfield in the spring before the action in Cultivating Love takes place? Before Ed’s father is tragically killed in a motorcycle accident? Note: The action in this scene is NOT consistent with the published story, and cannot be considered a true prequel.

Ed stared out the window at the white trail behind a plane crossing the sky. “Maybe we should’ve flown to Denver.”

“Nah,” Joe replied. “It’s just one day of driving each way—about eight hours plus stops. This way we’ll have my truck to get around in while we’re there.”

“Yeah, I know. Sorry, I’ll quit bellyaching.” Lengthy road trips sucked, but Ed didn’t need to make the long drive across Nebraska worse by bitching about it to Joe. Besides, he was looking forward to everything they had planned to do in the city. Everything from the thrill of seeing a ballgame at Coors Field to the diversion of the planetarium and exhibits at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science, to the awesomeness of the vintage cars at the Forney Museum of Transportation. He needed to exchange his whiny attitude about being stuck in a car for a more upbeat one that reflected his excitement for the days ahead.

A lively rabbit hopped at the side of the road, drawing Ed’s attention to the road sign next to it. “That’s the Mayfield exit. My dad was from there.”

“You’ve never visited the town, right?” Joe flicked on the turn signal and slowed the truck. “It’s as good a place as any to pick up some road snacks. That way you can at least see the town where he lived.”

Cool. Yeah, that’d be great.”

Joe took the exit and they traveled a few miles down a secondary highway before reaching Mayfield. They found the town square without any trouble. It was like stepping back in time as they drove the circuit, passing by a bank, a diner, a hardware store, and a general store. The pharmacy had a cute sign with crisscrossed bandages above the words, “We heal you.” Ed pointed toward a brick building with a large sign simply stating “Groceries,” and Joe pulled into a parking spot in front of it.

A middle-aged woman’s eyebrows rose sharply when they entered the store. She stood near the cash register, restocking a shelf of impulse items all stores seemed to have next to their checkout lines. Ed nodded and smiled as he picked up a hand-held basket and followed Joe. The first aisle straight ahead of them had crackers and chips visible on display, so that’s where they went.

A bushel basket atop a crate held various single serve snack items, but Joe pulled full-sized boxes and bags off the shelves and tossed them in Ed’s basket. Just as well, since they’d want snacks in their motel room in Denver, too.

The woman from the front wasn’t particularly subtle as she kept an eye on them. Maybe they looked like potential shoplifters. More likely it was because they were strangers, and in a town this size, that stood out.

“Hey,” Joe whispered. “Let’s give her something to talk about.”

“What are you planning? I don’t want to get arrested by some backwoods sheriff.”

Joe snorted. “Nothing illegal.” He bounced his eyebrows a couple times and leveled a knowing look at Ed. “Think the old dear will piss herself if I kiss you?”

Ed choked on a laugh, and Joe didn’t wait for an answer—he leaned in, placed a hand on Ed’s jaw, and planted a big smooch right on Ed’s mouth. If Joe had been hoping for an outraged reaction from the woman, he’d be disappointed, because if the smirk that appeared on her face was any indication, she was amused.

Ed added a bag of cheese popcorn to their basket and they returned to the front to pay for their food. The woman looked them up and down again. “You boys in town visiting relatives?”

“No ma’am,” Joe replied. “Just passing through.”

“Huh.” She turned to Ed. “I would’ve sworn you were a Jamison.”

Ed’s heart skipped a beat and he grabbed Joe’s arm. “I am a Jamison. Ed Jamison.” Maybe his mom had been wrong, and he did have some family still alive. “I didn’t think I had any living relatives here. Are there some? My dad was from Mayfield, but he died before I was born.”

She looked bewildered with her brow scrunched and her mouth pinched. “Hmm. Not sure who your father was, but you look a lot like Fred Jamison. He has a farm on the south side of town. He can probably sort it out for you.”

“Fred?” That had been his father’s name. Ed turned toward Joe.

Joe shrugged. “Maybe a cousin? Want to check him out?”

Ed turned back to the woman. “I’m so glad you said something. Thank you. I didn’t think I had any relatives left at all. Do you know if his number is listed? Do you think he’d mind me questioning him about the family?”

“He’s listed. You won’t need it, though.” She inclined her head toward the square out the front window. “That’s his truck in front of the diner.”

Ed grinned. “Fantastic.” He turned back to Joe. “That okay with you? We’re not on a schedule, right?”

“Yeah, no problem.”

They paid for their groceries, thanked the woman again, and left. They tossed the bags in the truck and walked toward the diner. “I’m nervous,” Ed said. “I hope this guy isn’t peeved that we’re interrupting his lunch.”

“Nah, it’ll be fine. Quit worrying.”

Ed pasted a wide smile on his face as they opened the door and entered the diner.

I’m going to be a mean bitch and end it there. Leave a prompt word in the comments, below, and I’ll use it in next week’s Flash Fiction Friday post. One word per commenter, please, up to 15 total. 😁 If you want this scene continued, you might consider leaving something that’ll be useful for that.


The 1st edition of Cultivating Love is available at Loose ID through (probably) June 8 or 9.

The rewritten and expanded 2nd edition will be out at JMS Books in ebook formats on June 24, and in print on June 30. It’s available for preorder, now:

JMS Books, LLC | Amazon Kindle | Kobo

Cultivating Love - Cover - Addison Albright

A man of few words, Joe is a hard-working farmhand who likes his simple, uncomplicated life. Ed is satisfied with his existence as an auto mechanic, but thrilled when an unexpected development in his life allows him to help Joe realize a dream.

It forces them, however, to reevaluate the casual, undefined nature of their relationship. They’re too macho to speak of love, and neither would acknowledge he doesn’t really mind when it’s his turn to bottom. When life throws them a curve ball, and the rules of their game get old, Ed tries to take every aspect of their relationship up a notch. Can Joe adapt to the open sentimentality Ed’s injecting into their relationship, let alone the new spice in their bedroom activities?

Note: This is a previously published story that has been rewritten, expanded, and re-edited.

Summary of May, 2017 Prompts – Adventures with Harrison and Mason #FlashFic

I came across this list of writing prompts for May, 2017 on the Writer’s Write page and thought I’d give it a whirl. I wrote a series of drabbles (precisely 100-word scenes) that feature the characters from my Adventures with Harrison and Mason flash fiction story scenes, and flow together to tell the story of a significant event in their life.

Thirty-one drabbles in a row made some of my category archives unwieldy for people wanting to look over my flash fiction, so I’m collecting all of those daily drabbles into this one post, then sometime in the next week I’ll remove the individual posts from all the categories except the May, 2017 Prompts category.

May-Prompts

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