The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Gwyn’s POV*

Andy’s eyes went straight to Dr. Gray’s car. “Shit, Gwyn! You have fresh clothes on, but I’m still wearing the pants I fucked you in!” He was bobbing his legs up and down, looking agitated.

“Andy, it will be fine, he’s cool. Andy-“ He wasn’t really paying attention.

“What if he sees me and won’t let you go with me anymore?” His eyebrows were furrowed and he was frowning. I grabbed both his hands to get his attention.

“Andy- Dr. Gray already knows what you look like, remember? His daughter is a teenager- she’s got posters of you all over her room! She’s probably already gone through her wedding plans with you in great detail.” I smiled, but Andy wasn’t laughing. Fucking balls! “Besides, your pants were just on my arms, silly! Why don’t we go have a cigarette and then we’ll come back for Sherpa and go in, ok?” I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Ok?” Hold on a second, I knew that look. “Would you like a snack? I have some Cliff bars.”

Andy looked up from his huff, suddenly interested. “What flavor?”

“White chocolate macadamia.” Andy nodded. I smiled and handed him two from my breakfast stash in the back. He ate one quickly, then made little, exaggerated, chewy noises in the middle of the second one. I reached in the back and offered him a Diet Coke. He eyed it dubiously for a second, considering his options, before popping it open and taking a swig. He made a small face. “You’re welcome,” I said, smiling.

He belched and grinned. “Hey, I was getting there!”

“All better now, Hot-shot?” I grinned. I had mischief in mind. I didn't give one of my Diet Cokes to just anybody, you know.

“Yeah, I feel- mmm…” I leaned in and kissed him, then snaked my hand down his chest and squeezed his package. I got the reaction I was expecting- Andy exploded under me like popcorn. “You get the fuck away from my penis, you unholy temptress! What the fuck, Gwyn?!”

I pulled away, laughing, and Andy couldn’t stay mad. “You’re fucking horrible! Your boss is like right the fuck in that building and you’re trying to get me hard?” I was still laughing, and I kissed him on his cheek, giggling away. Eventually Andy started laughing softly and shaking his head too.

“So how about that cigarette now?” I asked, eyes still twinkling.

“You bet, Doc.” Andy went to open the door, then turned and gave me a quick peck on the lips, taking a second to linger, before getting out.

Notes

So, dudes. Let’s say, if I had, theoretically, started writing Gwyn’s fairy story- any interest in reading it? So far, it’s slow to get off the ground, and needs a lot of editing. But, fuck it- not my fault- Gwyn wrote it (hahaha!).

So, thusly-
QOTD: any interest in reading Gwyn’s fanfiction story?(it’s not really a foofy fairy story. Sorry. I just can’t go there.)

Here’s some preview-type business:

Andrew is a Night Forest Fae, Second Officer of the Night Watch. His partner, Juliet, was killed in a raid several years ago, and he's been in mourning ever since. His whole life gets turned upside-down when a criminal exile gets dropped in his lap as his ward.
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Andrew has been despondent ever since Juliet, his beloved partner, was killed tragically in a raid. She made a decision that saved the Soul of the Forest, protecting her people, but ultimately led to her death, and Andrew was there to watch it all happen. He has never really recovered in the three years that have passed since then. He makes protecting the Soul of the Forest his sole reason for existence, shunning the attentions of all but his closest friends. He is definitely not interested in another romance. He sits alone, in his shelter, during the day, unable to sleep well, petting his cats, and reminisces about the times he had with Juliet. One day, he gets saddled with a very odd assignment.