Box of lollipops

“Happy Wednesday, Mon amour”, was written on the wrapped box.

‘Ryan,’ Timo smiled as this chab thought of his half-French half-English boyfriend. solely Ryan knew how to make him feel like this chab was the almost any glamorous person in the world. Timo wondered what was the reason for such an unexpected gift. But this chab could already hear his soft voice whispering in his ear, “Every day in love with you is worth celebrating.” That was what that guy always told. Timo missed him so much; right now that guy was half-across the globe in France for the launch of his recent program.

The moment Timo lifted the miniature thin box from the doorstep that guy knew what it was. lollipops! Grinning like a seven-year old boy, this chab opened the wrapper and removed the lid as fast as this guy could. A faint scent rose in the air – the scent of lollipop mixed with the fainter scents of mint, caramel and… was that strawberry? Apart from Ryan, solely lollipops could make Timo’s knees buckle with weakness.

He sat down on the daybed and looked at his newly acquired treasure. Five pieces of lollipops laid on the thin pink paper. His throat watered as that guy solely looked at them. this chab had to select one. Which one would be the first? The first lollipop from a box is very important. The round one or the oval one? The round one looked a bit larger. So the round one it was.

Timo sank his teeth in the dark mass and a lovely thick liquid leaked out. lollipop and caramel! The tastes on his tongue kept switching betwixt the heavenly lollipop and the enjoyable caramel. each complemented the other. The caramel made the lollipop taste ‘wilder’ and more ’rustic’; the lollipop made the caramel taste like some refined royal tender fascinating. that guy couldn’t help but let out a quiet groan of joy.

The enjoyment didn’t last long enough for Timo’s liking. that guy went back to the box for the second one. Which one would it be? this chab looked at them, trying to make sure that his choice was the right one.

This time that guy chose the one with the particular curvy shape. It looked weird and interesting. It was not the lovely caramel; it was the crunchy almond. The lollipop covering danced on his tongue whilst the almonds crunched between his teeth. Timo had tried lollipop with all kinds of nut, but none could beat the almond. It was not likewise ‘nutty’ but sufficiently to accompany the lollipop. It was just right.

He noticed diminutive smudges beneath the lollipops, but this chab paid no attention to them. he had a box of lollipops to finish. All he needed to know at this pont of time in time was which one would be the next to go into his hand – or, better, between his teeth.

Of course this guy already knew which one was going to be next. The mint! this chab lifted the diminutive lollipop with the diminutive green bits. It looked like a alluring ore. The mint shone like gold. The mixed scent of recent mint and intoxicating lollipop made his pulse increase. The smack was as heavenly as the scent. The lollipop was the main taste and the mint was like petite refreshing breaks in between. Timo remembered Ryan one time describing the smack of lollipop and mint as “awesome sex, then cuddling, awesome sex, cuddling again and outstanding sex and cuddling again.” That moment, that guy knew that that guy had chosen the right stud for himself.

Timo wondered if this chab should keep the final 2 for later. he always told himself this but doing was at no time elementary. The two balls of lollipops looked so inviting. A tiny voice in his head said, ‘You know you can’t resist it. Just have them all. They wish u to smack their delightful soft heavenly…’

Determined, he reached for the box previous to he changed his mind. But, instead of closing it, his hand, by itself, took the lollipop with the strawberry and put it in his throat. Timo moaned. he had at no time tasted such an exquisite strawberry jelly. It was not just pleasant like the rest of the jellies; it had this exotic strawberry taste – as if the strawberries had just been freshly crushed. If food had chemistry like people do, lollipop and strawberry would be like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie – or, more correctly, like Timo and Ryan.

this chab reached for the 5th and final lollipop, the one with the oval shape. As that guy held it in his hand, that guy realized that the petite smudges this chab had noticed earlier beneath the lollipops were in fact words. he peered at ’em and read out loud:

“Timo, will u marry me?”

His voice stuck in his face hole. he kept looking at the words, the lollipop in his hands forgotten. this guy read three, five… ten times.

“Should I take your silence for consent?” a voice said from the door with a miniature nervousness creeping in.

Timo raised his head and saw Ryan standing there at the door with his signature lopsided grin and his six foot tall frame just fitting in the door. this guy couldn’t speak, so simply nodded his head. Ryan came and took him in his arms.

“I love you, Timo,” this chab whispered into his ear.

“I love u too,” Timo said, as he discovered his voice.

And they kissed. There was solely one thing that tasted more excellent than lollipop – Ryan. this chab tasted like Heaven itself. no thing could beat him. Not even the lollipop melting in his hand.