Another summer day with Dermo and Wil

challenge requirements:
setting: private apartment block
stars: Paul McDermott and Wil Anderson
words: cradle, baby, cry, naughty, smut, map, diary
phrase: Get off it will ya?
year: 1999

Paul opened his eyes and blinked a few times. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. He was lying on his kitchen floor naked and for some reason he felt very sticky. When he looked to his right and saw Wil lying next to him just as naked a smile crept onto his face.

“Wil?”

Getting no response he smiled again and leant over, taking Wil’s entire length into his mouth. He heard a moan of pleasure and looked up. Wil was looking down at him with a smile on his face. Paul released Wil’s now erect cock and crawled up so he was lying full-length next to him. Wil could feel Paul hot and hard and pressing against his thigh.

“This is a nice way to wake up.”

“So is this.”

Paul smirked and leant down to kiss Wil, sliding his tongue into his mouth and causing them both to moan. Wil responded, wrapping his arms around Paul’s shoulders and pulling him as close as possible. By the time they separated they were both breathless.

“Um Paul, I think I need to take a shower. I’m sticky.”

“So am I. Need some company?”

“Can I wash your back?”

Paul smiled and got to his feet, pulling Wil up with him. He pulled Wil close, wrapping his arms around him and grabbing his butt.

“You can wash any part of me you want.”

Wil returned his smile and they headed into the bathroom.

A good half-hour later they emerged, both perhaps a lot cleaner than was necessary, but they were also both smiling. They went into Paul’s bedroom and were about to continue when there was a knock at the front door. Paul kissed Wil fiercely and then pushed him backwards onto the bed and smiled.

“You wait right there.”

Wil smiled at him and Paul pulled on a pair of boxers and went out to answer the door.

“Sharon! What are you doing here?”

“Hi Paul! I need a favor from my favorite brother.”

Sharon kissed Paul on the cheek and walked into the flat. In her arms she had her baby son Anthony, who she handed to Paul. He didn’t like the sounds of this.

“Sharon, I ..”

“Paul can you please look after him for the weekend? We have plans to go away and the babysitter cancelled at the last minute. Please?”

Paul smiled.

“Sure thing sis.”

She kissed him again.

“Thanks. I’ll just get the cradle and everything from the car.”

”The what?”

Sharon disappeared out the front door and returned a few minutes later with a cradle and other assorted baby items. She gave Paul a heap of instructions, half of which he didn’t understand, and gave him a map of where she’d be. She then kissed her son and her brother again and then disappeared out the door with a wave. As soon as the left Anthony began to cry. Paul sighed.

“Oh crap. Wil!”

Wil walked out of the bedroom and did a double take when he saw Paul standing there holding a baby. And it wasn’t a happy baby either. He walked over and Paul handed the baby to him.

“Wil this is my nephew Anthony.”

Wil took the baby, unsure of exactly what to do with it. After about five attempts Paul managed to assemble the cradle and lay Anthony in it. Paul and Wil sat there for almost an hour making silly noises and waving toys at him until he eventually drifted off to sleep. Paul yawned.

“Now I know why I’m not having kids.”

Wil started to laugh and Paul looked over at him.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Paul quickly jumped on Wil, knocking him to the ground, and began to tickle him mercifully. Wil tried to squirm away but Paul had him firmly held.

“Ahhh Paul get off it will ya?”

“Well if you don’t stop being naughty Mr. Anderson I might have to spank you.”

Wil raised an eyebrow.

“I think you’ve been reading too many smut stories on the Internet.”

Paul tickled him again.

“Tell me what you were thinking!”

“I was just picturing a bunch of little Paul’s running around.”

Paul thought about that and started to laugh as well. He leant down and kissed Wil and then jumped to his feet. Wil stood up after him and they headed into the kitchen. Paul went to make a cup of tea and Wil yawned.

”Tired?”

“Yeah a bit. I think you wore me out.”

Paul smirked.

“Well why don’t you go take a nap? You’ll need some energy for later.”

“I think I just might just do that.”

Wil smiled and walked over to Paul, kissing him again. He then wandered back into his bedroom, deciding to write in his diary before he went to sleep. Back in the kitchen Paul just shook his head and smiled. This had certainly been an unusual summer day.