Giving Up by LunaFlower

'So Jonesy,' Darren asks me, 'how's the quitting smoking going?'

We're just hanging out at my house, trying to make the most of the last few days left to us before he has to fly to London.

'Fine until some idiot asked how it was going.' I reply. I haven't had a cigarette for a whole 48 hours and it's killing me.

'Do you want one now?'

'DARREN!' As usual he's not helping matters.

'I take that as a yes.'

I'm about 30 seconds away from giving in and retrieving my secret stash from its hiding place on top of the kitchen cupboard. 'Darren why don't you do something useful?'

'Like what?' He enquires.

'How bout thinking of something to do to take my mind off cigarettes?' I suggest.

He thinks about this for a few moments then gets up off of the sofa and comes and stands behind the armchair where I am sitting. 'Something like this?' He says as he bends down and plants a soft kiss at the nape of my neck.

'Yeah, possibly.' I answer.

'Or something like this?' He whispers in my ear as he starts to nibble on my lobe.

'Still thinking of cigarettes,' I reply trying to keep my voice steady.

'How about now,' a hand snakes down inside my shirt and lazily begins to caress my nipple.

'Nope, still thinking about them.' I'm a lousy liar.

'Well what about now?' He comes round and sits himself in my lap, leaning in to devour my lips with his own.

'Getting there,' I tell him when we break for air.

Grinning back at me he slips his hand down and starts to rub my crotch.

'Now?' He says a wicked glint in his eye.

My resolve crumbles. 'That ought to do it.' I concede.

'Better make 100% sure,' he says taking my hand and leading me towards the bedroom.

Suddenly I realise that all my cravings for a cigarette have completely disappeared. Who needs cigarettes when I have Darren?