Monday Flash: Swiss Delight

It’s been a while since Avery’s participated in the Monday Flash Fics group. However, the photo prompt this week was too much to pass up!

To avoid violating copyright, I’ll describe the picture and include a link to the group (where you can check out the picture). Here ya go! Link

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The photo is a very attractive dark-haired man standing in front of a tiny stove. He is dressed only in  a shirt and flipflops. There is a pug standing behind the man. There is window to his left and a wooden cabinet to his right.

Oh, the story has to be under 500 words. Think that’s all… Hope you enjoy the story! Oh, I should mention it is NSFW and appropriate for those over 18. You’ve been warned!

Swiss Delight

by

Avery Dawes

Daniel crept quietly from their bed in the loft, avoiding the large beam that supported the chalet’s roof. He really despised the dated studio apartment, but it was all he and Ian could afford in the popular resort town of Verbier.

After climbing down the ladder and visiting the bathroom, he decided to start breakfast. Ian didn’t have to work until later, but Daniel’s job at Credit Suisse required him to maintain banker’s hours.

Monte, their runt of a pug, waddled over, begging Daniel for chow. Bending down, he pet the dog before rummaging in the cupboard for Monte’s food. “What do you think? Am I being an ungrateful prick, jealous of Ian and his ski instructor job?”

He dumped several morsels of kibble in Monte’s bowl. Pushing back the lace curtain, he checked the weather. Sunny. Of course. He’d be stuck inside while Ian would be playing on the slopes.

“It is what it is,” he grumbled, letting the curtain fall back into place. Their hole-in-the wall didn’t have a terrace, or a nice southwestern view. “You wanted to live in Verbier, so get over it.”

Monte barked, apparently in agreement. Daniel shook his head and went back to assembling the ingredients for their breakfast.

When the pug licked his bare leg, Daniel turned. “Oh no, you’ll just have to hold it.” When he’d crawled out of bed, he grabbed a shirt but no pants. His feet couldn’t stand the chilly floor,so he’d slipped on a pair of flipflops.

Monte whined before trotting to the door. He sat down, looked at the door then back at Daniel. “I know you want to go out. You’ll just have to wait.” Daniel returned to prepping the pan for eggs.

A short yap intruded. Monte began scraping the door with his paw. “Geez, you pain in the ass.” Daniel grabbed Ian’s ski parka and held it over his privates. He opened the door and watched as Monte scurried down the sidewalk to relieve himself on a shrub weighted down by snow. Continue reading “Monday Flash: Swiss Delight”