Adam continued to stare numbly at the ticket that separated him from everyday life, from life of a rich man. "You my baby, are going to win me millions..." he whispered to his ticket bearing hands, as he kissed it delicately and placed it against his cheek, enjoying the sensation of soft card against the stubble against his normally smooth and silky skin. His younger friend approached him with a tray full of delicacies for him and his golden hair, ticket loving friend. "Adam, you do know we're in a public place. This is a cafe for crying out loud! Stop trying to make out with that piece of paper and eat." "My my dear Jason, you seem very... edgy." "Well excuse me, if I just don't happen to like the sight of you and a piece of card together. Why don't you go take it to the top of a mountain and watch the sunset together?" "Ha ha... very funny. But really Jase... what's up?" Placing his knife and fork down with a tiny clatter ringing as the plate vibrates, Jason looks morbidly at his blanked out friend, wondering if it really was worth explaining. "Come on Jase... you can't keep this away from me..." "It's just that...you know your chance of actually winning is one in a million... I just don't want to see you get hurt. I mean I remember when you got that card at the grocery store, the one where you could scratch of that silvery stuff? You were so confident that you were gonna win that dinner for two, but you didn't and you were miserable for days! It was heartbreaking!" With tears lightly forming in his eyes, Jason hurriedly returns to his breakfast, as a stunned Adam looks at him, shocked for different reasons. Jason really cared about... truly and genuinely... but then, did he really react that way when he lost? "Jase... it's really sweet that you care..." he places his hand on top of Jason's but takes it off to point to his ticket, "but I know this fella will win me big bucks!" Sighing, Jason looks into the thrilled eyes of his companion, and struggles to show a tiny grin, which appears and reassures Adam even more still, that his chances of winning were one out of one.
Later that night, Adam and Jason sat against the black leather of the sofa in Adam's apartment, supporting each by placing their weight against the other, the evening news returns after the commercial break, with much more details of a football match in England, and with the upcoming results of lottery. "It's coming Jase! It's coming Jase! Oh lucky lucky ticket..." "What numbers have you got there?" "Four, seven, fifteen, twenty one, thirty three and forty four. I KNOW that tomorrow morning, I'll be swimming in a pool of green paper and presidents." Jason looks up sadly at his somewhat pathetic friend, feeling sorry yet in a way, hopeful for his buddy's chances of winning. The t.v suddenly blares as the numbers are revealed. "And tonight's winning numbers are: four, seven, fifteen, twenty eight, thirty three and forty four." Adam jumps up in a panicky state unaware that his hasty movements had cause a resting Jason to fall over onto the rest of the sofa. "WHAT?? They got a number wrong!! It's not what they said!! It's not!!" Adam wails as his ticket grows a face and laughs at him. "Adam..." "No Jase! It's not fair! How could they do this to me? I... I had so much faith in this one... puny little ticket.... and it loses! Stop laughing at me!!!" With that Adam drops the ticket and flails to his room, leaving a stunned and rather amused Jason to ponder what to do with his grieving friend, listening intently still to the t.v. as the anchor man continues, "remember, there is a consolation prize for any ticket containing five out of six numbers. Jason raises his eyebrows, but quickly remembers his stubborn friend would never settle for anything less than the best. Sighing yet again, he pulls himself up, off of the comfortable sofa, and lugs himself towards Adam's room. Thoughts of what he was planning to do only entered his mind as a smile crept onto his face, and his knuckles rapped the pale wood of the door. "Adam? I've got a deal for you..."
"Go away!"
"Oh but Adam... you'll enjoy this..." Jason adds in a whisper, "I hope" before continuing. Did you know there's a runner's up prize?"
"I don't want a runner's up prize!" screams Adam, much like a five year old. "Ok.. ok... But you do remember, you haven't played the 'Jason lottery series' yet, have you? If you come out here soon, I'll let you in on all the details. Within moments, a puffy, red faced, Adam emerges from the room, looking at Jason through the tiny crack he has allowed. Sniffling, he asks timidly, "what's the Jason Lottery series?" "Oh, you'll see..." Jason responds as he pushes the door further open and enters the room. Pushing Adam back, then slinging him over his shoulder, Jason kicks the door shut with his foot and moves towards the bed, with a bewildered Adam enjoying the ride. Jason lowers his friend to the bed and climbs on top of him. "This is what the 'Jason lottery series' is all about pretty boy.... first up, in no particular order, the number seven. Jason lowers his pale pink lips to his intrigued pal, sucking on his upper lip before nibbling on the lower lip. "Seven times, is the amount of times I'm going to tease you..." Jason whispers as he starts to pry off his shirt with one hand as places a hand on his now-lover's chest. Placing a finger against his jeans, he pulls them off, while sucking on Adam's neck, grabbing at his own boxers at the same time. "Three items done with, four more to go..." Jason grips at the collar of Adam's shirt, ripping it off in one swift motion as Adam gasps...watching the ferocious behavior turned him on, yet scared him at the same time, as Jason yanks off the pants that prison Adam's hardness. "Six out of seven, what's left?" "How about that watch on your arm?" Jason looks down at his arm. "Oh.. right.. that!" He quickly disposes of the metal time bearer as he quickly places himself back on top of his lover. "Next number, thirty three but I'm adding forty four to it, extra fun you see. So that gives us seventy seven... the amount of times I gonna lick you up and down, or maybe until my tongue gets soar, which ever comes first. Placing his tongue next to Adam's nipple, Jase licks and sucks furiously at the cream skin of Adam's bear chest, working his way down to his stomach down to his still-hardening shaft, sucking ever more hungrier at the tip of Adam's cock, the liquid in his mouth mixing with the sweet essence of Adam. "Seventy seven, we're up.... next number, twenty one. Twenty one being, the number of times, I'm going to eat something off of you..." Bouncing up, Jason exits the room in a hurry, his stark naked form a mere blur to the neighbours who were only have a peek into the blonde's home. Pulling out the whipped cream, the strawberries, blueberries, the diet soda, any bit of edible goods that he though would taste good on Adam, Jason scooted back to his perky Adam who lay vulnerable on the bed. Adam, petrified yet extremely turned on, squirms as Jason sprays the whipped cream over his belly in a spiral, loving the decorative skills of Jason as the strawberries and blueberries fall and soak into the cream. Pouring the soda over the cream, Jason uses one of the strawberries to smear a star into the cream, and lap up the dripping liquid. Placing a fruit at the tip of Adam's cock, he engulfs it with half of Adam. His cheeks feeling slightly tight from the rather sour taste, Jason continues to eat away as a blushing Adam, contented with the one being felt, fidgets and twists as every last bit of food is eaten away. "Now, number fifteen.... for fifteen minutes I'm going to roam and feel your body watching you turn harder and harder till you're ready to explode inside me, or the other way round. Placing his hands on Adam's legs, he let's his fingers trace the warm, lush and sensual skin of the blonde, kissing hungrily at his inner thigh, feeling his cock in the other hand as Adam too, starts too to run his hands through Jason's wild hair, pulling Jason on top of him then nibbling at his neck, as the left over cream smears over Jason, a soft, slippery surface created between them, Jason enters Adam careful not to hurt him, as a thunderous bellow of Jason's name rips out of Adam, both men arching their back to frighteningly painful positions, screaming for each other as they release themselves at one another. Panting, they fall back, welcoming the soft feeling of the bed to cuddle them. Puffing slightly, Jason leans over to Adam, whispering, "well, then that leaves number four. Four being the number of times we're going to repeat this whole procedure... you see...nobody ever losses in the 'Jason lottery series, well, I've only played it once with a special person."  Smiling sweetly back at Jase, Adam chews his tongue nervously for round two of this amazing scenario. "Ever try the Adam lottery series?"
"Can't say that I have! It's just a matter of who buys the next lottery ticket..."

THE END