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Emmy’s Outtake 3
Emmy’s Match
“One day,” Emmy said. “One day, I will have a shop called Emmy’s Match and it will be the best thing ever!”
Landon looked sideways at him, somehow unconvinced. “What would you sell?”
“Dates! Pickup lines! Butt blessings! Love popsicles!” Emmy threw his arms out and twirled in the attic, officially known as the Dumpster Omegas’ Secret Meeting Hole. There was even a sign for it just inside the door.
“What’s a love popsicle?” Caulin asked, perking up. “Is it something to eat?”
Emmy beamed. “It is a popsicle shaped like a love rod! A big, throbbing love rod you can put in your mouth to show your alpha how much you like love rods! It’s going to get you stuffed up on both ends.”
“Is it going to come in different flavors?” Caulin asked. He liked sweet things; of course he wanted to know what flavors.
“Yeah! Even ‘natural flavor’,” Emmy whispered conspiratorially.
“Ew. Whose natural flavor?” Murphy wrinkled his nose.
Emmy thought long and hard. “I will have two kinds of natural flavor love popsicles. One of them has no extra flavoring because you want your own alpha to flavor it with his popsicle.”
“And the other…?” Landon looked extremely wary.
“I’ll get volunteers! From alphas! To flavor the popsicles.”
“I still think that’s kind of ew,” Wes said. His dog yipped in agreement.
The other Dumpster Omegas seemed to be in varying states of disgust.
Emmy shrugged. “You never know. There might be an omega who really wants it. Oh! OH! You know what? Maybe we can match people up that way!”
“What way?” Murphy asked even though he looked extremely wary.
“I can put different alphas’ flavors into different popsicles,” Emmy said, the idea growing better by the second. “So if an omega’s looking for an alpha suitor, he can try different popsicles flavored by different alphas until he finds one he likes!”
Landon seemed thoughtful. Murphy winced, and Caulin scrunched up his face.
“As long as I’m not the one eating them,” Wes said.
“Pfftt! Of course you wouldn’t, you already have an alpha daddy!” Emmy unearthed a cardboard box and flattened it, producing a marker. He began drawing the sign for the Emmy’s Match love popsicles. ‘Cums in all flavors!’ he scribbled across the bottom, along with dick-shaped popsicles squirting from their tips. “Who wants to help me make a popsicle?”
“Varrick,” Landon volunteered immediately.
“That’s an amazing idea!” Emmy leaped to his feet. “My studly banana muffin bought me popsicle makers last week. I’m gonna make him make some!”
The other Dumpster Omegas exchanged looks, glad that they were spared.
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“It’s for my shop,” Emmy told Varrick proudly when he pulled out the red-dyed popsicle from its mold. It was cock-shaped with veins all over. Smaller than Varrick’s, but it was still incredible. “Now you’ll jizz all over it!”
Varrick looked amused. “Yeah? You think that’s something omegas would want to buy?”
“I’ll make it a bundle! If they find a jizz-covered love popsicle they like, I’ll throw in some free pickup lines so they can court their alpha.” Emmy puffed out his chest.
Varrick raised an eyebrow and unzipped his pants. “Put that popsicle back in the freezer,” he said. “It’s going to melt before I’m ready.”
“Aww, you take too long!”
Varrick rolled his eyes. “You don’t complain in bed.”
Well, no. Varrick was very good at distracting Emmy in bed.
Emmy got to work getting Varrick ready. Varrick ended up sitting on the edge of the table, Emmy on a chair between his legs, doing the things that Varrick really, really liked, so Varrick’s balls pulled tight and he panted, his hands in Emmy’s hair. Varrick’s pupils blew wide, his chest heaving as precome leaked copiously from his tip.
“Think I’m gonna—”
Emmy released him abruptly, shoving the chair back.
Varrick growled. “What—?”
“The love popsicle!” Emmy sprang for the freezer, pulling out his popsicle and brandishing it at Varrick. “Now you will drizzle your milky love seed all over it! Artfully!”
Varrick snorted, his mouth curving into a smile even as he panted.
Then Emmy grasped him and stroked him base to tip, tongue sticking out in concentration as he positioned the popsicle in the right place.
Varrick’s come went all over it. Some of it shot sideways and missed; some of it dripped onto Emmy’s hands. But most of it got onto the popsicle, and Emmy turned it around to make sure it was all coated evenly.
“Do you think this is enough?” He scrunched up his face. “I will have to freeze it first to see if the jizz will stick. Or maybe we should’ve mixed jizz into the popsicle juice too.”
He popped it back onto its tray in the freezer. When he turned around, Varrick was right in front of him. Varrick hauled him in by his shirt and kissed him full on the lips. “You’re really something else,” Varrick growled into his mouth.
Emmy grinned and cupped Varrick’s face in his hands, before he realized that he’d gotten Varrick’s come everywhere. “Oops.”
“Clean it off,” Varrick said.
So Emmy licked it off Varrick’s face, then dropped a kiss on his nose. “You are the best banana muffin,” he said. “I think if you’d jizzed onto a popsicle at Emmy’s Match, I would’ve eaten it and fallen in love with you immediately.”
Varrick laughed. “Well, none of mine is going in there,” he said. “I already have an omega.”
“You will help me make butt blessings for the shop,” Emmy declared. “Your butt blessings work better anyway.”
It was a secret that Varrick had helped to make a lot of the butt blessings around their house. Maybe Emmy should also make the other Dumpster Omegas help. Then all their houses would be covered in butt blessings, and they would all be extremely blessed.
“I have another idea,” he told Varrick.
Varrick grinned. “I’m ready to hear it.”
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