Some Dialogue Prompts: #2, coldwestallenwave
Blinking rapidly as she slowly spun in a circle, Iris had nodoubt that Barry and Mick had an explanation, a pretty colorful one too, for what she was seeing.
“You had better have a goodone,” Len cut in, hiseyes and voice hard as he moved to uncross his arms and plant them firmly onhis narrowed hips.
Iris swallowed this almost fond giggle that wanted to escape as she watchedLen use his disappointed but I’m not going to outright say I’m disappointedpose. Biting her lip to hide the smile wanting to stretch her lips, Iris took abreath as she moved to cross her arms across her chest as she flicked her eyesbetween Barry, nearly covered in icing and only left in his skimpy red briefs,while Mick leans back on the couch, completely unconcerned with his nudity,where he’d seated himself the moment Iris and Len had arrived home and beganyelling.
“The table is broken,” Len started in before Barry who was opening hismouth, rushing to try and explain. Iris winced at the sound Barry’s mouth madewhen it snapped shut. Len continued as Barry hadn’t made a move of sound, “Thereis icing on the ceiling.” He paused to take a deep breath as he brought hisfingers up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “The stove is on fire.”
Letting out a squeak, Barry flashed to the kitchen and quickly dealt withthe fire before zipping back to where he’d been.
Barry whirled around, most likely giving Mick a look, trying to implore himto be the one to explain everything but after a long moment, and Len clearinghis throat pointedly, Barry sighed. His shoulders dropping as he slowly shuffledback around to face the disapproving faces of Len and Iris.
Barry hedges as he explains that Mick had been cooking, insisting ongetting some prep work done for the family’s big dinner the next night, andBarry….well, Barry had wanted Mick’s attention because Iris and Len weren’thome and Barry need attention.
And it hadn’t exactly been difficultto get Mick attention off food and onto Barry.
Len sighs as he shakes his head at the hero, while Iris can’t help butsound disappointed as she calls her husband’s name, “Barry.”
“You weren’t home,” Barry whines, shuffling back a few steps until he’sstanding between Mick’s spread legs. He lets his lips dip into a pout as hebrings his arms up to cross over his bare chest. “Mick was the only one here.”
Shaking her head, Iris rolls her eyes, more than use to Barry’s nearly unquenchablelibido, and tells about Barry cleaning up the mess before he can do anythingelse as she begins undressing by pulling her sweater over her head.
Three voices almost immediately course, “What?” causing Iris to sigh andraise her eyebrow as she flicked her gaze from Len to Barry to Mick down to thestill half hard bulge she can see in Barry’s briefs.
“We’re taking this to the bedroom then,” Len cuts in as he spins on hisheel and stalks off, muttering about young lovers and their sex drives as hegoes.
Mick grins, face bright and eyes sharp as he pushes himself to stand up,easily molding himself to Barry’s back as he lifts his right hand, fingerextended as he runs it across Barry’s cheek, swiping a small, almost tacky,glob of icing off before popping the finger into his mouth. “See you in thebedroom, Doll,” he rumbles before squeezing Barry’s shoulders as he slips byand saunters off.