sitting on the couch watching television together. Usually with Ashley’s feet in Rick’s lap getting a deluxe foot massage. Dating a hottie with a foot fetish was awesome. Ashley’s feet had never felt better, with Rick rubbing them nightly and regular moisturizer applications, they were soft and smooth. And with the better foot care, Ashley could wear his heels a lot longer with minimum discomfort. His feet had grown used to the pampering, so he really hoped Rick never got over his love of feet.
“You know, I’ve seen this episode before, and you’re not really paying attention.” Rick said, as he massaged Ashley’s feet, which were nestled into his lap.
“Sorry, kind of got lost in my own thoughts.” Ashley smiled at Rick. “What did I miss?”
“Nothing. And I was going to suggest we just turn it off and make our own entertainment for the rest of the night.” He hesitated looking at Ashley worriedly, “Your smile is scaring me a little though, it looks too cheerful. What are you up to?”
“I was just thinking about how happy I’ve been lately. So if I look deliriously happy, well it’s your fault.” Ashley teased and stuck his tongue out, letting Rick see he was wearing the new stud Rick had gotten for him.
“In that case, I know a few ways to make tonight another memory for you to smile about.” His tone was low and husky, the way it always got when Rick was excited. He moved Ashley’s feet to rest on the couch cushion as he rose onto his knees. He leaned forward and slowly crawled over Ashley, his knees on the outside of Ashley’s thighs, arms braced on either side of Ashley’s head.
“I like this memory already.” Ashley purred, looking into Rick’s eyes and threading his fingers through Rick’s soft hair. Rick leaned down and started kissing his way across Ashley’s cheek, then brushing light, teasing kisses down his neck.
Before he got too deeply into it, he pulled back and looked down at Ashley, smiling. “We’re just getting started. It will be a night to remember. Get up. It’s time we started your cooking lessons.” Rick pushed himself off the couch.
Ashley just stared at him for a second to see if he was serious. “You’re a dirty tease. On second thought, I’d rather watch TV.” He stretched his arm towards the coffee table reaching for the remote. Rick moved to block his attempt, so he tried shooing him away. “Seriously, I love that show.”
“You don’t even know what we were watching. The quicker we get through the lesson, the quicker we get to dessert. And trust me, you’ll want dessert.”
Ashley sighed and added extra effort into sitting up. “I can’t believe I agreed to this. Better be one hell of an amazing dessert.”
“You’ll love every mouthwatering minute of it, I promise.” Rick said, grinning. Ashley smiled back, knowing Rick always kept his word. At the very least, this should make for one interesting night Ashley thought to himself as he followed Rick into the kitchen. Ashley realized he was finally happy not having to have the last word. Even as much as he hated cooking, he couldn’t muster any feelings of dread because he knew Rick would make the whole experience – amazing.
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Bonus Blog Interview with Rick
This is just a fun little mock interview I wrote up, mostly so I could get in Rick’s head. I wrote this at the end of Dirty Drag 2 so this is where I hypothetically see Rick’s mind-space at the conclusion of Drag 2.
Me: “So Rick, why exactly do you like Ashley?” It’s a tough opening question, but I don’t want to beat around the bush, and we both know what this interviews really about.
Rick: “Why do I like Ashley? That’s easy. One,” he held up one finger, “He’s sexy as sin. I know that probably shouldn’t be the top reason, but come on, I’m a man with needs, and Ashley’s hot body more than satisfies those hankerings.”
Holding up another finger, Rick continued, “He’s sharp, quick-witted, you never know what Ashley’s tongue might say or do. You know his tongue is pierced, and just thinking about it makes me—” He gave an impish grin, but didn’t finish his
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