The BLTS Archive - Bon Appetit!:
Appetites
by Mareel (Mareel@earthlink.net)

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Author's Notes: Warning—this isn't my usual fare! I sat down
to write and this is what happened—a juicy but truly
tasteless little PWP written in response to the EntSTSlash
challenge issued for list-mom Sarah's birthday fic. I'm sure
I didn't get to include all the bits, but in 200 words.
Well, there's a time for action rather than words and the
guys got tired of talking.

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"Trip, must you eat that in bed? It's ruining my appetite."

"Huh? What do you mean, Mal? You already ate–not my fault
that I had a late shift and gotta make do with whatever I
can scrounge up. I just hope to hell Chef doesn't figure out
who's been raiding the galley.

As Malcolm watched, a look of fascinated revulsion on his
face, mustard and relish dripped from the lower end of a bun
that was too short to fully encase the foot-long that Trip
was consuming with gusto. The excess condiments pulsed from
the bun each time Tucker squeezed it to take a bite, sliding
down the protruding tip of the wiener before slowly plopping
onto his lap.

Pushed beyond his limits of tolerance, Malcolm finally
grabbed the thing away from his lover and tossed it toward
the nightstand.

"Hey! Why'd you do that? I wasn't finished with that!"

"Oh, you're finished, Mr. Tucker. If you want my mouth on
your weeping cock ever again, I assure you, you're finished
with it. As I tried to make clear, you were ruining my
appetite."

"Oh. Sorry, Mal. Next time I'll just have a tuna sandwich.
So...about that appetite..."

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The End