Ficlet: Troglodyte

This is just a small ficlet with Bill and Lane. Just a bit of silliness as I write chapter 4 of From a Distance.



Title: Troglodyte
Characters: Bill/Lane


“Oh! My God! What are you doing?”


Bill flinched at Lane’s high pitched question. He grinned too. Except, he didn’t let Lane see his amusement. His little birdie lived in the world of dramatics and would be hurt if he saw Bill’s smile.


He looked up to see the stunning sight Lane in a short silk robe, a look of pure horror on his face. Leaning back in the fussy little chair, Bill let his foot drop to the floor. “Clipping my toenails.”


“But! But! Why?”


Bill cocked his head at the question. He thought it was obvious. “Because they are too long? When they get this long they put holes in my socks.”


“But! But! With scissors?”


“Of course with scissors. What else would I use? And if you say ‘but’ one more time, I may have to warm yours up.” Bill saw the spark of delight in Lane’s eyes as he made his threat.


“What else would you use? How about your SALON! They give mani’s and pedi’s as well as style your hair.”


Thinking of the barbershop that he went to every couple of months or so, Bill couldn’t remember anything about manicures or pedicures. Most of the men who frequented the shop were older men. Retired military and old farmers who came in for a bit of conversation as well as to get their hair cut. But none of them got their “nails done”. They wouldn’t even know what that term meant. “Lane, I don’t go to a salon. Just a common barbershop.”


Lane’s face as a picture of astonishment. “Oh, dear Lord in heaven. What, oh what, have You done? A troglodyte! The man of my dreams is a troglodyte! One who is so mundane as to clip his own toenails!”


Bill set the scissors on the little round table that was just as fussy as the chair he was sitting. Then he roared up. “Troglodyte! You dare to call me, troglodyte?”


The air around Lane shimmered in anticipation. “But.”


Bill lunged and grabbed his little birdie by the waist. Careful not to injure the other man, Bill picked him up and threw him over his shoulder. Two long strides and then he tossed the other man onto the bed. Growling, Bill reminded Lane of his promise. “What did I say would happen if you said ‘but” again?”


Giggling, Lane turned over, desperate to scramble way.


Before he could go anywhere, Bill grabbed his foot. “Oh, no you don’t. The only place you are going is over my lap. After I’ve turned your butt red, I’m going to show you how a troglodyte treats his mate.”


Tugging the man he loved over his lap, Bill lifted the silk robe Lane was wearing just enough to uncover his chubby cheeks. He hardened in his jeans, as Lane wiggled, settling into his lap further. A few brisk slaps to the bottom had Lane wiggling for another reason. Bill smiled as he stroked over the reddened butt. He could feel Lane’s erection stabbing into his leg. He leaned back, pulling Lane with him.


Just before he pulled Lane’s head into a kiss, he decided he’d leave the mundane task of clipping his toenails until tomorrow. Tonight, he was going to fly with his little bird.


End

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