Sorry boys, I'm already in a commited relationship with a certain... ... "honeysweet" guy.
"There, perfect.."
Spoon lighted the last candle, and then blew out the match, putting it beneath the wax-torches lighting the dark room. He grabbed a wooden bowl, and sprinkled roses all over the floor, leading to the bed, then proceeded to take of his shirt, revealing the manliest musk since the days of Swallows' Lumberjack times.
"My badger is going to love this, I can't wait to see the look on his face." He said, inadvertently thinking about "his other face". Needless to say, a tent was pitched in the room, on that thought. He strolled to the bed, and greased his manly chest in a musk, which could only be described as the nectar of Zeus. He fetched a rose and placed it in his mouth, not minding the accidental prick in his finger, bleeding ever so softly.
The Sarge' checked the block, then put it away, as it ruined the darklit mood of romance. In that very same moment, the door open slowly. Sarge' only barely managed to hit the stereo, set to play sensual jazz. HoneyBadger stared through the darkness, looking at the man on his bed. A smile lit up his face.
"You've been waiting here the whole time..! I-i'm sorry, I had to wrap up some guys. I-i mean, we were playing together..!" He said, realising how it had sounded.
"Shhh, you look so cute when you blush." Spoon said, getting up. "Let's see if you get any cuter with your clothes off.." Spoon embraced Honey, and then started to work his clothes off, a soft moan exhibited from the Badgers' mouth, staring into the ceiling with an estatic expression.
Together they moved, Spoon spinning and turning, Laying Badger down on the rose-covered bed, as one hell of a night erupted.
Never to be continued.
