Where's my ice cream!

“You okay?” Foster asked quietly, climbing onto the bed.

“Don’t like the blindfold,” Dexter complained. He rubbed at the surgical tape with his thumb. “Why couldn’t you just tie a cloth round my head like normal people do?”

Foster grinned and kissed Dexter's forehead, stroking his face with gentle fingers. The watchmaker flinched away a little before relaxing, not accustomed to being blind. Two pieces of gauze covered his eyelids, carefully held in place by tape. “Because,” the nurse replied, “You’d be able to peek then. This way I know you can’t.”

“Why don’t you want me to peek?”

“This is an exercise in trust, it won’t work if you peek.”

“Don’t you trust me not to peek?”

“Honestly? No,” Foster teased, kissing him gently. He dipped a spoon into one of the jars he’d brought with him, then smeared the stickyness across Dexter's bottom lip. Dexter made a complaining noise. “What’s the matter?” Foster asked him gently.

“It’s...messy. Is that honey?” Dexter licked his lip thoughtfully.

“Mmm hmm,” Foster whispered, kissing him again. “Do you like it?”

“You’re making me all sticky,” Dexter protested weakly, relaxing into the kiss.

“I happen to like it when you’re all sticky, and sweaty, and naked,” Foster giggled, “I’ve got the naked, I’m working on the sticky, and then we’re going to work on the sweaty. Any questions?”

“Sounds as if you have my evening planned,” Dexter murmured. “But what about after? I don’t like being sticky and sweaty…I don’t mind naked so much though, as long as it’s just with you.”

“I suppose I could let you shower,” replied Foster, “as long as I can climb in with you.”

“I can live with that,” Dexter smiled shyly, rubbing at the tape again. He squirmed a little as Foster straddled him, pinning his legs in place.

“Okay, open wide,” the nurse instructed.

“What are you going to do?”

“Put something your mouth, then you have to guess what it is,” whispered Foster.

“What if it’s something bad?”

“You have to trust me to not give you anything bad. Do you trust me?”

“I don’t know…” Dexter whimpered, “I guess so.”

“If you don’t like something just spit it out, okay?”

Dexter nodded, hesitantly, “Okay.”

Foster kissed him again, smearing the remains of the honey between them. Reaching across to his tray, he picked up a slice of strawberry and slipped it into the watchmaker’s mouth. Dexter froze; it took a few moments for him to relax again.

Strawberry?

“Uh huh, don’t you like it?” Foster whispered, kissing his neck. Dexter didn’t answer straight away, chewing and swallowing carefully.

“I like strawberries,” he replied finally, smiling shyly. “Can I have another one?”

Foster didn’t answer, just picked up another piece of berry. There was a pause as he decided whether to give it to Dexter straight, or whether to add something…

That’s not strawberry. Dexter almost spat the fruit out in surprise.

“Yes it is, dipped in chocolate,” Foster teased.

You could have warned me…

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

“I don’t like surprises,” Dexter complained quietly.

"We might be playing the wrong game then…" Foster kissed him again, tenderly. "Want to stop?"

"No," replied Dexter, "I can do this."

Foster smiled at him, even though he couldn't see it. The nurse dipped his finger into one of his prepared dishes and brought it to the watchmaker's mouth.

"Okay, open…"

Dexter obeyed hesitantly, then started as Foster's finger pushed into his mouth.

"Don't bite," the nurse instructed softly. "Suck."

Chocolate sauce?

"Melted chocolate."

S'nice.

Foster had to agree; the sensation of Dexter sucking at his fingertip was doing things deep inside him. He tugged his finger free with an audible popping noise and licked the remainder of the chocolate off himself.

I was enjoying that.

"So was I, but I've got more stuff to try, and if you keep doing that we're not going to make it through all of them."

So just pick out the best ones. I like this, but I'd rather you were fucking me…

"You," Foster emphasised the word with a kiss, "are an insatiable little hussy."

I thought you liked it…

"I do," replied Foster, starting to kiss down Dexter's neck, making him squirm, "it's just frustrating sometimes when I want to try something quiet and intimate."

"Okay," Dexter muttered, "I'll keep playing, what next?"

After a thoughtful pause, Foster slipped his hand down to his own cock and scooped up a little of the pre-cum he was leaking. He slipped his sticky fingers into Dexter's trusting mouth, and nearly got bitten for his trouble.

Oh YUCK! The watchmaker looked as if he was going to be sick. Tissue, I need a tissue. Foster supplied one, holding it in place for Dexter to spit out the offending mouthful. That's disgusting, I can't believe you did that. I'm not sure I want to play any more.

"Oh come on," Foster teased, "You swallow happily enough when you have my cock down your throat."

"That's different," Dexter grumbled. It's the lesser of the two evils then…

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The thought was quiet, and Dexter was obviously trying to hide it. It's less messy to swallow it all.

The watchmaker blushed as Foster started chuckling. Don't laugh at me.

"I'm sorry love, I can't help it. You're like, the ultimate neat freak," he kissed Dexter, long and hard, trying to soften the hurt of being laughed at. Dexter didn't have enough self-esteem to be able to handle being made fun of.

It's not funny. I don't want to play any more if you're going to play tricks on me.

"Okay, no more tricks," Foster kissed him again, gentler this time. "You ready for another one?"

No.

"Oh come on, I've said no more tricks."

Dexter huffed, then, with a long-suffering attitude, opened his mouth. Foster dipped his fingers and slipped them inside again before the watchmaker had a chance to rethink his decision. The sensation of the warm cavern closing around his digits made him wonder if he did dare to slip his cock in there. It might be wiser to remove the blind-fold first though; Dexter was prone to biting when taken by surprise.

Tastes like marshmallow, but stickier.

"Marshmallow fluff, you like it?"

A lot better than the cum. It's all stuck to my lip though.

"Hang on, I'll get that for you," Foster assured him. Carefully, he licked and nibbled Dexter's lower lip, being sure to get every trace of the white fluff, then he cleaned the remainder off his fingers. Dexter whined softly, trying to kiss him.

Are you sure you don't want to fuck me yet?

"I'm not done yet," growled Foster. He found another dish and scooped up some of the contents.

Umf, peanut butter. It's stuck to the roof of my mouth. I need a drink now.

"What do you want to drink?"

"You mean I get a choice?" Dexter sounded a bit slurred, still trying to lick peanut butter from the roof of his mouth.

"Sure," Foster whispered, "I didn't plan drinks."

Soda pop please.

Foster climbed off him and padded into the kitchen, retrieving a can of soda from the fridge. He dug in the cupboard and found a straw, then went back to his victim. Dexter was sitting exactly where he'd been left, although he'd graduated to trying to remove the peanut butter with a finger, which led to some interesting contortions.

"Here you go," said Foster, as he straddled the watchmaker's legs once more. He pushed the straw between Dexter's lips. Dexter froze until he realised what it was, then sucked thirstily. "I figured trying to drink out of a can you couldn't see would get you too messy, and I didn't want to risk a panic attack."

Thank you.

Smiling, Foster put the can down, then surveyed his tray of goodies. There was more fruit, jam, yoghurt, raspberry sauce, butterscotch and maple syrup, besides what he'd already tried. And one other item he needed to use before it got too warm. Finding the spoon again, he scooped up a mouthful and brought it to Dexter's lips.

"Open."

Dexter obeyed, waiting for the new taste. He almost spat this one out in surprise too.

S'COLD!

Ice Cream, Ben and Jerry's, Bohemian Raspberry. How come I don't get ice cream?

Gabriel! This is MY TURN!

I'm just asking a question.

"He's right though Gabriel," Foster sighed, "this is his turn. You can have some ice cream once we're done. I promise."

Fine, I'll go. I know when I'm not wanted.

Don't let the door hit you on the way out. Now, where were we? "That one's ice cream," said Dexter, "whatever flavour he said." He smiled hopefully up at the nurse. Are we nearly done? I really want you inside me.

Foster sighed in frustration; he really didn't understand why he couldn't keep Dexter interested in simple intimate moments. Opening up the bedside drawer, he pulled out the lube and put it on the side, trying to ignore the watchmaker's excited wriggle. Of course he'd heard that, of course he knew what it meant. It was annoying to the nurse, he didn't want to withhold sex, that would be counter-productive, but he needed some way to teach the watchmaker a lesson.

The idea formed slowly; there was one thing he could do that would take Dexter completely by surprise. He squirted lube into his hand, a warm feeling of mischievous hope spreading through his chest. Delicately, he spread lube over the cock in front of him, holding it in place, then reached behind and stroked it over his own asshole. Then he sat, abruptly.

What are you doing? OH FUCK! WHAT THE HELL!?

Foster grinned happily; Dexter's reaction was everything he'd hoped it would be. The watchmaker clutched desperately at his thighs, gasping and arching, shaken by the unfamiliar sensation of having his cock buried inside somebody else. Foster giggled and bucked his hips, making Dexter moan.

"You like?" the nurse asked, teasingly.

Feels weird. Feels wrong.

Foster frowned at him and rocked his hips, stroking his fingers across Dexter's tummy. Dexter moaned and arched his spine again, writhing. Foster had to slap his hands away as he reached up to remove the blind-fold.

"You're leaving that on," Foster growled, he raised himself up and sat again, making Dexter gasp. "I'm enjoying taking you by surprise."

Foster, I don't like this. What if I get it wrong?

"There's nothing for you to get wrong," Foster murmured, soothingly. He leant forwards and kissed Dexter gently, pushing his tongue into the watchmaker's mouth and exploring. Dexter mewled and responded hungrily. "I'm going to do all the work."

You sure you don't want to switch over?

"Jeez, Dexter, anybody else would think you didn't like it."

I do, but it's scary.

Foster didn't answer, just shifted his pelvis again, riding Dexter gently. It hadn't occurred to him that Dexter would be so uncomfortable with this. It was a shame, because he felt pretty good deep inside, somehow different to Gabriel. Leaning forwards, Foster put his hands on Dexter's shoulders, pinning him gently to the headboard.

Better…I like that…hold me down.

Encouraged, Foster pressed down harder, pushing Dexter back against the headboard. The watchmaker crooned appreciatively and started to move his hips, moving to meet Foster's rocking motion.

"That's it," Foster whispered, "see, I told you you could do it."

I still like it better the other way round. This is nice though…

Foster growled and started to raise himself up, shoving Dexter harder into the headboard as he did. He slammed down again violently, taking the watchmaker whole, enjoying the shuddery bursts of pleasure deep inside. Dexter whimpered and clutched at him, it hurt, Foster slamming against his pelvis like that hurt, but it felt so right. He tried to rip away the gauze again, wanting to see Foster's face, wanting to watch what he was doing, but Foster slapped his hands away, grabbed his wrists and held them tight against the headboard.

"Yesssss..." the watchmaker whimpered, "harder."

Foster obeyed, pulling up and forward before slamming down again, making Dexter whine with pleasure pain. The nurse had to admit, it suited him to be rough too, he pulled up again, paused long enough to make Dexter shiver with anticipation, then slammed down once more. Repeated the motion, riding the watchmaker hard, completely dominating him. Deep inside him bursts of pleasure were starting to crash off each other, building up from his core. He slid down to push against Dexter's chest, pressing him harder against the headboard, making the watchmaker croon appreciatively. The other he slid down to stroke his own cock, keeping to the same rhythm of his pounding hips. The orgasm took him almost by surprise, he hadn't realised how close he was. The shuddery burst ripped through him, tingling along his limbs, making him cry out with pleasure.

Have you come? You've stopped?

"Oh jeez, Dexter I'm sorry…we don't have to stop," he leant down and kissed the watchmaker tenderly, gently rocking his hips. Dexter mewled, bucking his hips desperately.

I need…I need…

"What do you need babe?"

He needs this.

Foster was thrown sideways by the sudden savage buck of Dexter's hips, the watchmaker arched beneath him, screaming and shuddering, digging his fingers into Foster's thighs.

YesGabrielthat'sityesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes….

Clinging to Dexter, and trying to keep some control over the situation. Dexter bucked desperately, gasping for breath, moving downwards onto Gabriel's invisible touch, then upwards into Foster. He managed another few seconds before losing himself completely, surrendering to the orgasm that ripped through him. It was all Foster could do to hold him still. As the tremors calmed, the nurse was startled to see the imprint of a palm stroking Dexter's chest in front of him.

Little freak needs stimulation back there to get off, you'd have been here all night if I hadn't intervened.

"Gabriel, did you just do what I think you just did?"

If you think I just fucked him in the ass, then yeah, I did.

"Fuck, that's so…filthy…"

Whatever, Gabriel took over control of the body in an instant, ripping away the gauze pads over his eyes and grabbing Foster by the waist, where's my ice cream?