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Adult +
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817
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I do not own Canadian Idol, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Anoint Thy Head In Oil
Disclaimer: The Canadian Idol series and its competitors are the property of 19e and CTV. This is a work of fanfiction. No money is being made from this story and no infringement is intended.
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Shane leaned over and wiped the flour from the tip of Jacob's nose. It seemed to Shane that no matter what the boy was doing, he was always getting his nose dirty. Currently he was attempting to assist Shane with baking cookies.
"Shaneifer!" Jacob cried in a sing-song voice as he erratically stirred the batter, "Why did you volunteer to bake cookies for your church?"
Shane rolled his eyes. "Cookies don't bake themselves, Jacob." He admonished while adding red food colouring to the icing he was making. The liquid red swirled into the gooey white as he spun his spoon around slowly, the effect much like a rather large, rather sickly peppermint sweet. He moved the spoon a bit quicker and was mesmerized as the red and white melded into a pink.
"God should make his own cookies." muttered Jacob, as he pounded into the flour and egg yolk violently with the spatula. "And Baby Jesus could help." He grabbed the bottle of Crisco oil and added a drop. He looked up at Shane and grinned that smile that Shane came to recognize as the "I'm-up-to-something-and-you're-going-to-fight-it-then-like-it" smile. It was worrisome, but Shane had other things to take care of first.
Shane watched as Jacob held the bottle of Crisco oil precariously over the batter. Shane sighed. "Just a little more oil, Jacob."
Jacob added another drop and grinned again. Shane sighed and moved behind him, pressing his body into Jacob's. He clamped onto Jacob's wrists with his hands and moved them so more oil was added. Jacob grinned as he pressed his ass back into Shane's groin. Shane groaned a bit and stepped back.
"Keep stirring!" he yelped, pointing to the bowl of batter in front of Jacob.
Jacob licked his lips and kept stirring, not taking his eyes off Shane. Anywhere Shane walked, Jacob was following with his unblinking, widened eyes. Shane stared back for a moment and shook his head. Jake would be Jake. He grabbed a baking pan and greased it, his back to the monkey boy.
“I need a rolling pin, Shaneifer.” Jacob exclaimed as he dumped the bowl of cookie dough onto the counter. When Shane didn’t respond, he made a few shuffling sounds and grinned, projecting his voice a bit. “Oh wait, my bum seems to be doing the job nicely!”
Shane spun around quickly, expecting to see Jacob’s ass cheeks planted firmly in the dough. However, such was not the fate of his cookies, and he was glad. He raised an eyebrow at Jacob and went back to greasing his pans.
Jacob cleared his throat and bounced over to the older boy. “I’m not sure if you heard me. I need a roooooolllling pin!”
“Okay, hold on. I’ll go grab one.” Shane muttered as he left the kitchen. The last time he had seen the rolling pin, Jacob had been using it as a hammer to hang a picture in the living room. He crawled over the couch and reached down in between the plump cushions, and gave a shout of victory as he retrieved it.
Shane backed off the couch and stood up to have Jacob face-to-face.
“I found the rolling pin.” He said, passing the heavy, long object to Jacob.
Jacob broke into a grin and pointed up. “Mistletoe!”
Shane laughed as he leaned in for a kiss. “I don’t know why I agreed to let you hang that there!”
Their lips melded together as their kiss deepened. Shane pushed Jacob onto the couch underneath him, pressing his warm body into Jacob’s wiggling one.
Actually, Shane thought as he pushed his hand under Jacob’s horrendous green and red sweater, it seems like he’s wiggling more than what’s normal for him.
And in fact, it was true. Jacob was trying to flip Shane over onto his back so that he’d get to be top for once. Shane squealed like a girl and fell to the floor, Jacob on top of him, sitting on his back.
“You know, Shane.” Jacob giggled, as he rustled through some boxes of Christmas decorations. “You’re in quite the uh, situation.” He bounced on a protesting Shane a bit, while pulling out a string of Christmas lights. “But, it’s not a situation you’re not going to like.”
Jacob grappled to pull Shane’s sweater over his head, fighting with the heavy red garment. He made a face at the hideous gold-embossed reindeer patterns that seemed to be all over the shirt.
“Jacob … what are you doing?” Shane asked, as Jacob pillowed the material under Shane’s head, blindfolding his lover with the sleeves.
Jacob grinned to the back of Shane’s head, and began wrapping the string of Christmas lights around Shane’s wrists.
“Nothing you won’t like, Shaneifer!”
He finished with the tying of wrists, and wrapped one end of the cord around the legs of the distant coffee table, and plugged the other end into an electrical outlet. The string erupted into a bright deluge of light, and Jacob grinned at the multi-colour sight before him.
Shane listened as Jacob got off him and could hear the pitter-patter-skip-hop as Jacob ran around the apartment. It wasn’t the first time that he’d been tied up, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
Shane could hear Jacob setting down a few items close to him, and then shivered at Jacob’s sudden touch as he began removing Shane’s dress pants and then his boxers. Shane wiggled a bit against his bonds.
”That’s it.” Jacob coached, as he helped position Shane on his knees. “Like a dog, Shane. Like a dog.” He reached in between Shane’s legs and stroked his already hardening cock. Shane groaned and then gasped as he felt something cold being drizzled between his ass cheeks.
“Jacob…that’s not my Crisco oil… is it?” he groaned as Jacob poked a finger into his tight ass.
Jacob laughed and pressed his clothed groin against Shane’s side. He drizzled a bit more oil down Shane’s back. Shane squirmed a bit more as he felt Jacob’s finger being removed, only to be replaced by something long and hard.
Except that Jacob’s groin was still pressed against his side.
“JACOB!” he growled with lust and annoyance. “That’s not my … is it?!”
A guffaw escaped Jacob’s lips as he pulled his groin away and moved to take Shane’s cock in his mouth. He pushed the rolling pin even further into Shane’s ass.
“You know it, Shaney! You know it!”
~fin~
Shane leaned over and wiped the flour from the tip of Jacob's nose. It seemed to Shane that no matter what the boy was doing, he was always getting his nose dirty. Currently he was attempting to assist Shane with baking cookies.
"Shaneifer!" Jacob cried in a sing-song voice as he erratically stirred the batter, "Why did you volunteer to bake cookies for your church?"
Shane rolled his eyes. "Cookies don't bake themselves, Jacob." He admonished while adding red food colouring to the icing he was making. The liquid red swirled into the gooey white as he spun his spoon around slowly, the effect much like a rather large, rather sickly peppermint sweet. He moved the spoon a bit quicker and was mesmerized as the red and white melded into a pink.
"God should make his own cookies." muttered Jacob, as he pounded into the flour and egg yolk violently with the spatula. "And Baby Jesus could help." He grabbed the bottle of Crisco oil and added a drop. He looked up at Shane and grinned that smile that Shane came to recognize as the "I'm-up-to-something-and-you're-going-to-fight-it-then-like-it" smile. It was worrisome, but Shane had other things to take care of first.
Shane watched as Jacob held the bottle of Crisco oil precariously over the batter. Shane sighed. "Just a little more oil, Jacob."
Jacob added another drop and grinned again. Shane sighed and moved behind him, pressing his body into Jacob's. He clamped onto Jacob's wrists with his hands and moved them so more oil was added. Jacob grinned as he pressed his ass back into Shane's groin. Shane groaned a bit and stepped back.
"Keep stirring!" he yelped, pointing to the bowl of batter in front of Jacob.
Jacob licked his lips and kept stirring, not taking his eyes off Shane. Anywhere Shane walked, Jacob was following with his unblinking, widened eyes. Shane stared back for a moment and shook his head. Jake would be Jake. He grabbed a baking pan and greased it, his back to the monkey boy.
“I need a rolling pin, Shaneifer.” Jacob exclaimed as he dumped the bowl of cookie dough onto the counter. When Shane didn’t respond, he made a few shuffling sounds and grinned, projecting his voice a bit. “Oh wait, my bum seems to be doing the job nicely!”
Shane spun around quickly, expecting to see Jacob’s ass cheeks planted firmly in the dough. However, such was not the fate of his cookies, and he was glad. He raised an eyebrow at Jacob and went back to greasing his pans.
Jacob cleared his throat and bounced over to the older boy. “I’m not sure if you heard me. I need a roooooolllling pin!”
“Okay, hold on. I’ll go grab one.” Shane muttered as he left the kitchen. The last time he had seen the rolling pin, Jacob had been using it as a hammer to hang a picture in the living room. He crawled over the couch and reached down in between the plump cushions, and gave a shout of victory as he retrieved it.
Shane backed off the couch and stood up to have Jacob face-to-face.
“I found the rolling pin.” He said, passing the heavy, long object to Jacob.
Jacob broke into a grin and pointed up. “Mistletoe!”
Shane laughed as he leaned in for a kiss. “I don’t know why I agreed to let you hang that there!”
Their lips melded together as their kiss deepened. Shane pushed Jacob onto the couch underneath him, pressing his warm body into Jacob’s wiggling one.
Actually, Shane thought as he pushed his hand under Jacob’s horrendous green and red sweater, it seems like he’s wiggling more than what’s normal for him.
And in fact, it was true. Jacob was trying to flip Shane over onto his back so that he’d get to be top for once. Shane squealed like a girl and fell to the floor, Jacob on top of him, sitting on his back.
“You know, Shane.” Jacob giggled, as he rustled through some boxes of Christmas decorations. “You’re in quite the uh, situation.” He bounced on a protesting Shane a bit, while pulling out a string of Christmas lights. “But, it’s not a situation you’re not going to like.”
Jacob grappled to pull Shane’s sweater over his head, fighting with the heavy red garment. He made a face at the hideous gold-embossed reindeer patterns that seemed to be all over the shirt.
“Jacob … what are you doing?” Shane asked, as Jacob pillowed the material under Shane’s head, blindfolding his lover with the sleeves.
Jacob grinned to the back of Shane’s head, and began wrapping the string of Christmas lights around Shane’s wrists.
“Nothing you won’t like, Shaneifer!”
He finished with the tying of wrists, and wrapped one end of the cord around the legs of the distant coffee table, and plugged the other end into an electrical outlet. The string erupted into a bright deluge of light, and Jacob grinned at the multi-colour sight before him.
Shane listened as Jacob got off him and could hear the pitter-patter-skip-hop as Jacob ran around the apartment. It wasn’t the first time that he’d been tied up, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
Shane could hear Jacob setting down a few items close to him, and then shivered at Jacob’s sudden touch as he began removing Shane’s dress pants and then his boxers. Shane wiggled a bit against his bonds.
”That’s it.” Jacob coached, as he helped position Shane on his knees. “Like a dog, Shane. Like a dog.” He reached in between Shane’s legs and stroked his already hardening cock. Shane groaned and then gasped as he felt something cold being drizzled between his ass cheeks.
“Jacob…that’s not my Crisco oil… is it?” he groaned as Jacob poked a finger into his tight ass.
Jacob laughed and pressed his clothed groin against Shane’s side. He drizzled a bit more oil down Shane’s back. Shane squirmed a bit more as he felt Jacob’s finger being removed, only to be replaced by something long and hard.
Except that Jacob’s groin was still pressed against his side.
“JACOB!” he growled with lust and annoyance. “That’s not my … is it?!”
A guffaw escaped Jacob’s lips as he pulled his groin away and moved to take Shane’s cock in his mouth. He pushed the rolling pin even further into Shane’s ass.
“You know it, Shaney! You know it!”