Title: Blind and Sweet
Author: Drovar
Email address: drovar@alltel.net
Rating: R
Date: 5/13/99
Summary: A small silly snippet from the Mythos universe. 
I've wanted to look back in on Jeffrey 'Jay' Spender and Sean 
'Pen' Pendrell for a while. Just consider this set in some 
vague innocent time in their relationship.
Disclaimers: Don't own `em, wish I did, don't sue, I'm just a 
poor XF fanboy.
Notes: written during an AIM session with Sandie, my always 
enthusiastic cheerleader, based on an idea from BethLynn.


"What are you doing?" Spender asked as he felt the blindfold 
slide into place over his closed eyelids. The heavy cloth felt 
cool, confining and a little erotic. He still didn't know why 
he'd let himself be talked into this silly game . . . 

"Are you *sure* about this Pen?" Spender added as he felt the 
other man step behind him and adjust the blindfold's straps.

"Of course," came the reply accompanied by a solid slap on his 
bare ass.

"Hey," spender yelped as he hopped forward . . Pendrell hadn't 
said anything about spanking . . not that Spender minded a 
little ass play . . or a lot, still he could warn a fellow . . 
.

"Smell this?"  Pendrell said.  Spender wasn't exactly sure if 
it was a question or an order.

Spender sniffed tentatively. He could smell something vaguely 
sweet, mingled with Pendrell's own smell. It was a mixture of 
brute and Irish Spring, solidly masculine and vaguely 
beguiling. He felt Pen's finger brush his lip and tasted 
something tacky and sugary . . . "Syrup?"
 
"Uh-huh . .. " Pendrell answered . . . "Now all you have to do 
is find me and you get the rest . . . "

Spender spun quickly and grabbed at empty air.

He heard Pen snicker from somewhere in the room, not far, but 
infuriatingly out of reach.

"Oh you didn't think it'd be *that* easy did you?" Pen asked. 
Spender turned slowly to his left following the trail of 
Pendrell's voice. He heard the squeeze bottle of syrup sputter 
as it coughed up its last drops.

"Pen," he said suddenly thinking . . ."that better not be 
getting all over the carpet."

"Nope," came the husky laugh . . .from his right this time, 
"It's going lots of places, but not the floor . . not yet." 
Pendrell made a large suckling noise. Spender visualized the 
red-headed lab-tech sucking one or more fingers, his blue eyes 
wide and wary, watching. Spender felt his cock twitch, lengthen 
and thicken as he stepped forward, nearly tripping over the 
coffee table. He heard Pendrell guffaw, further away but still 
to his right.

Pendrell's voice had an odd reflective quality, like an almost 
echo. He'd heard that sort of sound before. He concentrated, 
even as his cock fought for his attention. He wasn't used to 
running about the house naked . . but Pendrell had insisted. 
Probably something he'd read in Cosmopolitan or something. 
Unused to such freedom and movement, his cock had grown fully 
hard and swayed side to side as he moved.

Spender heard Pendrell give a low appreciative whistle. He had 
a sudden clear vision of him standing in the archway leading to 
the kitchen. Spender stepped over toward Pendrell and heard the 
other man's bare feet on the linoleum as he moved. Spender 
feinted to the right making a grab for the grandfather clock, 
Pendrell's favorite, and was rewarded by a shrill squawk from 
the kitchen.

Spender gave the clock another small shove and felt it rock 
slightly.

"Geez Jay, be careful." He heard Pendrell say from the other 
side of the clock. "This things older than you and me put 
together."

Spender shouted in triumph as he lunged around the clock and 
pulled an utterly surprised Pendrell tightly into his arms.

"You bastard." Pendrell said, laughter rising in his voice.

"Gotcha," Spender replied and pulled off the blindfold.

Pendrell's grinning face leaned into his own. They shared a 
kiss and a breath, their bodies folding together limb around 
limb, cock against cock, caught and pressed tight between their 
bodies.

"So," Spender said when the finally separated. "What about that 
syrup?"

Pendrell grinned and looked down.

"I might have known." Spender said as he dropped slowly to his 
knees.

[End]