Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Flash 28-Getting it together

It's that time of the week.  Flash time.   This week's prompts were:

“This is getting complicated” and “The rain washed off the road dirt, but it couldn’t…

Links to my fellow flashers appear at the end of my story.
Getting it Together
“Who the hell wrote these instructions?”  Ben threw the sheet of paper to the side.  He’d spent the better part of an hour trying to figure out how to put together this coffee table he’d bought at a local furniture store.  It seemed so simple at first.

“This is getting complicated.”  Ben said out loud.  He’d planned to surprise Tom by putting this together himself and prove to him that he wasn’t all thumbs.

“Ben?”  ‘Speak of the devil.’  Ben thought.    Tom entered through their home through the garage entrance.  One of the things they loved about this house was the attached two-car garage, especially during the snowy winters.

“In here,” Ben sighed; he set on the floor propped up against the couch.

“What’s wrong, babe?”  Tom sat on the floor next to him.

“I can’t make heads or tails out of this damn thing.” Ben rested his head on his bent knees; frustration was practically oozing out of his pores.

“It can’t be that bad.”  Tom put his arm around his man’s shoulders, the comforting gesture usually worked.

“Here, look.”  Ben reached over and grabbed the instructions off the floor and shoved them at Tom.   “I wanted to try to do this on my own, wanted to show you I’m not a klutz.”   He signed again.

“I never said you were a klutz.  Some people have a knack for putting stuff together and other people just don’t.  We all have our strengths and weaknesses, Ben.  Don’t sell yourself short.  I think you are doing a great job.”  He looked over at the partially built skeleton of the table.   “You’re problem is you’re giving up too easily.”

“Well you’re more adept at this kind of thing, you finish it.”  Ben started to get up but was quickly grabbed by the arm and pulled back down to the floor.

“Uh, uh, you started this and you’re going to finish it.   I’ll help you with the instructions but ‘you’ are going to be doing the work.”


“What’s next?”  Ben discovered things went smoother once his partner was helping.

“Take Allen wrench and tighten screws.”  Tom read off from the sheet.

“A what?”

“This,” Tom held out the thin metal bent rod.

“Is THAT what an Allen wrench is?” he took it from Tom and attached the leg to the bottom of the table.

A short while later Ben and Tom were sitting on the couch, enjoying their bottles of beer, their feet leaning on the coffee table Ben put together.

“You did a good job, Ben, real good.”  Tom planted a kiss on Ben’s lips.

“Mm, Well I had help.”

“You did all the hard work.  I knew you could do it.”

They put their beers on the coasters that were on top of the table.

“Speaking of hard. I got something else for you to work on.”   Tom placed Ben’s hand on his crotch.  Ben smiled when he felt the bulge rapidly growing there.

“Oh yeah,” Ben kissed him.

“Yeah, do you need instructions on what to do next?”

“No, I know how this works just fine.”

They spent the evening with Ben working on getting into Tom’s pants.



1 comment:

  1. I like all the simple moments with Ben and Tom.