Title: Duct Tape
Author: Arimi
Rating: R for the mentioning of sex
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me, but then again, they don’t really belong to anybody.
Challenge: Spoiled Candy Challenge - M/M foof at Home Depot.
Author’s Note: My second fic, not the best, and it’s taken me longer then I expected. I had a difficult time with the ending. I knew how I wanted it to end, but couldn’t smooth it out.
Thanks: Ceilirose for coming up with the challenge, Vinity for the Duct Tape, VallyGirl and UNC Faery for beta-ing this for me.

“Bye mom!” yelled Maria as she grabbed her car keys from the counter and headed towards the back door.

“Wait honey,” Amy called, “sweetie, can you do me a favor? I need a couple of things, pick it up for me?” Amy asked with a smile on her face as she walked into the kitchen and handed a piece of paper to her daughter.

Taking the piece of paper out of her mom’s hand, Maria quickly studied the list of “things” her mom needed. The look of confusion made Amy asks, “Can’t read the handwriting?”

“No, No, it’s not that, some of these thing… I don’t even know what they are?”

“Oh, just things I need for the house, you know stuff you can find at Home Depot. If you are still confused, just ask Michael. You are going out with him right?-” Amy said, it more of a statement than a question. She knew her daughter well enough, Maria practically spend every free minute with him and since she and Michael have an understanding, she some-what trusted the brooding young man.

“You know I don’t always go out with him, I do hang out with Liz too!”

“Yes dear… I know,” Amy said in a playful tone. “Just tell Michael I want you home by 12 o’clock.” With a kiss on her daughter’s cheek, Amy shooed her daughter out of the door before she could deny anything.

“Mom,” Maria yelled, “why do you need so much duct tape?!”
***

Ten minutes later Maria was knocking the front door of Michael’s apartment. When Michael didn’t answer, she started pounding on it. It was their first Saturday off in a very long time and she wanted to spend the whole day with him. If Spaceboy was still asleep, he’s going to have a bitchy Maria to deal with. Maria closed her eyes and started pounding harder only stopping when she felt something smooth and wet. Opening up her eyes, she saw a very wet and naked Michael. Michael was unsuccessful in covering his nakedness with a overly used towel, he was trying to cover the good parts. Her once serious face turned into a smirk, - now how could she still be mad when Michael looked too yummy?

“Can you be any louder?” Michael asked as Maria walked into his apartment without taking her eyes off of Spaceboy’s body. Michael knew that look and he didn't mind, but he had a busy schedule planed plus shampoo was dripping down his face and getting into his eyes. “Ria, keep that thought, but later, shampoo in my eyes,” Michael announced as he turned around to go finish his shower.

A moment there, Maria was disappointed that he didn’t want to jump into bed, he was naked already, and in a matter of seconds she could be in her birthday suite too, but that thought disappeared immediately when she saw Michael cute naked ass walking away towards the bathroom. Maybe she could join him, but figured she would save that for later they had the whole day and it was only 10 am.
***

“Ready?” Michael asked, flopping down next to Maria on the couch as he pulled on his boots. Maria noticed that his hair was still wet, the soft wet curls framed his face in a way that made him look so sexy, making her want to jump him before they could even get their day started. Michael pulled Maria off the couch before they started something they couldn't stop. “Later,” Michael whispered in her ear as he grabbed her by the waist and headed out the door. His apartment was fast becoming a problem. Not that he minded the sex, f*ck he loved it, but he didn’t want Maria to think that that was the only thing on this mind, granted it was on his mind a lot, but he didn’t want her to know that. Michael couldn't out figure what was going on with Maria, she literally attacked him, this was making it too hard for him to control himself.

“So, where are we going?” Maria asked as she threw Michael the keys to her Jetta.

“A little surprise, but we have to pick-up a couple of things first.”

“Oh, oh, oh, that reminds me. I have to pick up some “supplies” for my mom at Home Depot. Do you mind if we stop by, because some of this stuff I don’t even know what they are,” asked Maria as she handed him the list.

“Hmm,” was the only thing that Michael said as they got in the car and drove to Home Depot.
***

Tearing the list in half, Michael gave one half to Maria and kept the other half for himself. The questioning look made Michael speak up, “So we can get this done faster and get on with my surprise.”

“Michael,” Maria whine, “I don’t know what some of these stuff are, that's why I asked you to help me Spaceboy!”

Rolling his yes, Michael walked off to get the cart. Maria was full of question. She had to put her hand on everything and asked twenty questions for each tool they passed, even the supplies that her mom didn’t have on the list. But Michael was enjoying himself, just speeding time with her always made him feel good and helping her made him feel even better. Not to mention the fact that once in a while Maria would stop and hug or kiss him and if she wasn’t touching the tools she would have her hands on him, it was making hard for him to concentrate. It could even be comparable to sex, but nothing can beat sex. Sex, he’s a young hot blooded male, of course sex is always on his mind, but with Maria in such close vicinity, the thought of sex jumps ten folds. Even catching the distinct smell of Maria on his cloth gets his mind running mad. Michael was lost in a jumble of thoughts, but was broken when Maria spoke.

“Only one more item and we'll be done,” Maria said rolling her eyes as she looked at the list her mom gave her. “Where’s the duct tape?”

“Two isles down,” said Michael as he pushed the cart towards the right.

Maria spotted them right away and reached to take two and place them in the cart, she continued until she counted 10 rolls of tape. Maria broke out into laughter when she saw a confused look on Michael’s face. She pushed the list into his hands before he could say anything. Michael studied the list and wondered, “ Why does your mom need that much duct tape?”

Rolling her eyes, “I don’t know, it’s my mother. She did mention something about the Jetta’s bumper the other day. Something about tapping it back or fixing it with duct tape. Who knows.”

“You sure it’s not for her and Valenti?” He asked, giving a small chuckle.

“Ewwwwwwwwwwww, MICHAEL!” Maria started to hit his shoulders with the palms of her hand. “I do not need the image of my mother… Ewwww Ewww Ewww! Michael-” Maria whined.

Michael caught her by the wrist before Maria could begin her final assault on his arms while trying to stop laughing at the visual image of Amy, Valenti and duct tape. He didn’t know what hit him, maybe it was the exasperated look in Maria’s eyes, or maybe the parting of her lips and the deep breathing as she tried to catch her breath, or maybe the way the baby hair fell on her face that made her look so sexy, or maybe it was the position of her hand being restrained. All he knew was that his self-control was lost as he rushed her up against the industrial sized shelves and caught her lips with his own. Maria wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up to get better access to her neck. They both we lost in their own world of passion and lust, totally oblivious of the looks that other shoppers were giving them. They simultaneously push each other way when things got too intense, almost intense enough to tear each other’s cloths off.

Michael grabbed two more rolls of duct tape in each of his hands and threw them in the basket. He hurriedly turned Maria, then pushed her and the cart towards the cashier.

“Michael, my mom only needed 10 rolls, why did you… Oh…” Maria realizing what was going through Michael’s head, “but what about you surprise?”

“The picnic? We can do another day, this is more IMPORTANT.”

The End