Baby It's Cold Inside

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"Justin, what the fuck is that?"

"A space heater."

"A space heater. Justin, it's 92 degrees outside, why do you have a space heater on?"

"My feet were cold. Look, I was doing some research at the computer and my feet got cold. I don't care how hot it is outside, it's fucking cold in here. You know I hate the cold."

"True. What are you researching?"

"Art work done by the Inuit."

"You're shitting me, right?"

"No, I'm not."

"Well, that explains a lot. When will you be finished?"

"Wrapping it up now."

"Good, then I have a suggestion."

"Oh?"

"I will make you a cup of hot cocoa, get your favorite afghan and meet you by the cushions. We can snuggle up and I'll try to warm up your feet and everything else in between."

"Brian, that sounds suspiciously like a romantic gesture and furthermore, Brian Kinney does not do snuggling."

"Brian Kinney will do snuggling for purposes of thawing out one frozen twink, his favorite frozen twink."

"Oh, how sweet!"

"I do not do sweet. Besides, when your feet are cold, I'm the one who suffers."

"How do you suffer?"

"You usually jam your frozen little piggies in between my legs. One time, and I still don't know how you managed it, you got one foot in my crotch. That was an interesting way to wake me up."

"Well, your crotch happens to be the warmest part of you."

"Huh, and here I thought it was my heart that was the warmest part of me, since you wormed your way into it."

"Oh Brian, you do, do sweet. Bri, after I thaw out, did you have anything else in mind? We are on the cushions."

"I can think of a few things."

"Like what?"

"Like, me kissing your beautiful lips. Like me sucking on your perfect cock. Like me..."

"Oh god! Is it getting hot in here?!"

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