Potty Lips - LilyK

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Note: Inspired by a list sib's strange response from Word's spell check.

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"Ouch!" Blair yelled. "Fuck!" He hopped on one bare foot, holding the other between his hands. "Double fuck!"

"Chief?" Jim's head appeared over the railing and he peered down onto the top of his lover's bouncing, curly head. "You okay?"

"Fuck no, I'm not okay!" Blair groused. He hopped over to the sofa and plopped his butt on the arm, staring at the bottom of his foot.

"What's wrong, Blair?" Jim asked politely.

Blair glared up. "Fuck you, Ellison. You told me you fixed that spot on the hardwood floor! How the fuck did I get a splinter in my foot if you fixed it?"

Jim sighed. Damn. He'd forgotten about that bad board that he'd promised to repair earlier in the week. The days had flown by and the needed repair had been forgotten. Jim trotted down the stairs and knelt close to his partner, examining the injured appendage. With gentle fingers, he poked the red spot while he focused in on the small piece of wood that had pierced the skin and embedded itself in the fleshy, tender part.

"Ouch! Fuck!" Blair yelped. "That bastard hurts!"

Jim hid a smile and rose. "I'll get the instruments for surgery, Chief."

"Yeah, right," Blair grumbled. "Make fun of me in my injured state. You're a dickhead."

Jim laughed quietly, went to the bathroom and fetched the needed supplies: tweezers, cotton ball, iodine, antibiotic ointment and adhesive bandage. He took the items back over to his suffering partner and arranged them on the coffee table. Then he sat on the sofa and smiled. "Come on, you big baby. Put that foot on my lap and close your eyes."

Blair sighed dramatically and slid down onto the cushions. He leaned back on his elbows and put his aching foot on Jim's lap.

"You need to lie still, Blair. I wouldn't want to be responsible for gouging out a hunk of flesh because you couldn't bite the bullet and stay calm."

"Bite my ass, Ellison."

"You have a dirty mouth, Sandburg." Jim swabbed the booboo with a cotton ball dipped in iodine and forged ahead.

"Ouch! Cocksucker! What was what?"

Jim held up the tweezers, showing off the small sliver clamped between the tips. "Ah-ha!" he said triumphantly.

"About fucking time," Blair whined. "Ouch! Now what? Damn it to hell, Jim. Be careful!"

Jim sighed and shook his head. "Chief, it's a bit of iodine to clean the crevasse, then a touch of antibiotic cream. It doesn't hurt. Stay still." He clamped a hand around the fidgeting ankle.

"Easy for you to say, man. It isn't your fucking foot that's falling off." Blair pouted.

Jim laughed again, gently rubbed in a bit more of the cream and after peeling the paper from the adhesive bandage, he tenderly covered the damaged area. "There you go, Mr. Macho." He looked over at Blair, who was worrying his lower lip with his teeth. The sight made Jim's mouth go dry and certain body parts begin to surge to life. "Chief, besides having a potty mouth, you know what you have?"

"I suppose you're going to tell me," Blair said, giving him another sexy pout.

Jim felt his dick careen into overdrive. He lowered his voice and with a hand on Blair's stomach, he growled softly, "You have potty lips, Chief."

"What?"

"Potty lips. Made for fucking and sucking."

"Geez, Jim. Is that good or bad?" Blair laughed.

Jim shrugged. "Want me to kiss them and make it all better?"

"Fuck, yes! Get over here right now." Blair chuckled.

Jim moved quickly. He slid from the sofa to his knees, pulled the giggling man further down onto the sofa cushions, and then crawled onto the sofa to cover Blair's body with his. Jim's lips pressed against the smiling potty lips and proceeded to thoroughly ravish that mouth until Blair was whimpering and shaking.

Jim finally pulled back and when their eyes met, he smiled. He brushed a stray lock of hair from Blair's face and said, "Where else does it hurt, Chief?"

"Jim, everything hurts, from the top of my head to the bottoms of my feet. Everything, man. It all needs kissing, so shut the hell up, hurry the fuck up, and take care of it. Now."

Jim laughed deeply and took care of it, potty lips and all.

The End.

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Author's Acknowledgements: Thank you to Ankaree for the fine art work and a big thanks to my betas, DebraC, Rosie and Ankaree.