Fluffy Candy

And The Tribe Said: "Let There Be Fluff!'

Brian wanted nothing but to come home to a hot shower, his oldest, softest jeans and a double beam. He had a bitch of a day albeit a very financially successful one for himself and Kinnetic. If his boy was home in a quiet playful mood, it would be a bonus. Emphasis on the quiet.

Soft jazz, soft lights, soft plump ass and hard cock. That's what Brian wanted. What he was about to get was another thing altogether.

The elevator made it to his floor. Brian raised the gate, a groan of disappointment immediately escaped his scowling lips. The loft door slightly ajar, the noise of something vibrating and the distinct sounds of his boy and another man giggling hit Brian like a ton of bricks. ‘Fuck, not tonight, please god, let this all be a dream.' As he slid open the door, the dream became a nightmare.

Brian's senses became overloaded with the horrific sight before him. His olfactory nerves assaulted by the sickly sweet scent of sugar. There in the middle of the loft laughing uncontrollably was Justin and Emmett. The vibrating noise came from a cotton candy machine, frenziedly whirring making tons of the sweet confection.

Every available counter space taken with bags of the fluffy monstrosity in every conceivable color. Covered also was Brian's precious hardwood floor. Thankfully, Justin had the forethought to put down one of his painting tarps. But this meager protection did not extend to the rest of the loft or to the persons of Justin and Emmett.

Stuck to Emmett's clothes were varying shades of blue and pink cotton candy. Justin managed to get equally coated including his hair, cheeks and nose. Both men high on sugar were laughing like hyenas.

Brian was not amused.

"What the fuck is going on here?!"

"Hi Brian."

"Hiya sugar."

Another fit of giggles inspired by the proffered greeting did not bode well with the now infuriated Brian.

"You!", Brian roared, pointing a finger a Emmett, "get out now!"

"But."

"No buts or I'll kick yours. Out, and take that damn machine with you."

"You know Brian, you really need to lighten up. Justin, honey, I'll be back in the morning to help you clean up and we can bring the cotton candy to the GLC."

"Sure thing, Em. Night."

"Goodnight sweetie. Goodnight, you old meanie."

"Out."

Emmett packed up the machine, leaving in a cloud of swirling wisps of cotton candy. Brian stood watching with hands on hips, eyes cast upwards to the ceiling slowly counting to ten. By the time he got to twenty, Emmett was out but Brian's gaze remained fixed on the ceiling desperately trying to fathom how bits of the candy got stuck up there. Justin, following Brian's gaze ventured an explanation.

"Um, when we turned on the machine we had a bit too much sugar in it and it sort of exploded."

"Uh huh. Do I want to know why my loft looks like a candy store?'

"The carnival at the GLC? Emmett's doing the catering and I promised to help with the cotton candy. We had to learn how to run the machine."

"And you had to learn here?"

Mumbling an answer, "Debbie said no."

"What? Speak up, I didn't quite get that."

"Debbie said no."

"Great, so you volunteered my loft."

"I'm sorry?"

"Sorry, my ass."

"Brian, I'll clean the mess, I swear I will."

"Shush, no talking."

"But."

"Shhh."

Brian stood pinching the bridge of his nose surveying the damage, noting most of it was contained on the tarp. All of the bags were secure, none of the sticky threads of sugar threatened to escape the confines of their baggies. Brian sighed his best sigh and looked at his lover, this man-child who he loved with all his heart. Brian's anger quickly melted away like cotton candy in the rain.

"Don't you move a muscle," Brian growled at Justin. Justin stood his ground not bothering to scratch at his itchy nose that was decorated with pink. Brian fought his way through the parcels of the bagged sugary stuff to the bedroom.

"Oh thank the gods," Brian exclaimed as he was relieved that his bedroom was as pristine as he left it earlier that morning. He removed his suit and the trappings of the businessman. Clad only in his jeans, Brian made his way back to the living room finding Justin still frozen to the spot.

"Now what am I going to do with you?"

Sensing the question was rhetorical, Justin silently stood preoccupied with the pink fluff at the end of his nose. With eyes slightly crossed, Justin tried to see his cotton tipped nose. He began blowing puffs of air up out of his pouty lips, attempting to dislodge the candy. Justin's nose twitching in vain.

"Oh stop that, your eyes will get stuck."

Brian crossed over to his contrite boy and licked the pink sugar off Justin's nose. He had a second helping of the blue bit stuck to a cheek and thirds off the top of the blond head. Justin moaned awaiting the inevitable punishment.

Brian stripped Justin down to his briefs, divesting Justin of anything sugar coated. He then threw the boy over his shoulder and marched the two of them into the bedroom.

After gently placing Justin in the middle of the bed, Brian removed his own jeans. Justin watched with fascination as the panther-like Brian crawled up over him and hovered, looking down. Justin inhaled deeply, the scent of Brian and the sugar combined to ignite Justin's passion.

"Brian," was all Justin could whisper before he found himself sans briefs and Brian devouring his lips.

After several hours of heated love making, Brian held his cotton candy princess to his chest. Justin, purring with contentment, wrapped his arms around Brian.

Before drifting into a sated sleep, Brian slightly squeezed Justin and whispered, "no more cotton candy, little boy, you're sweet enough without it."

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