Sweet Revenge

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This poem has nothing to do with the episode Sweet Revenge.

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Hutch’s POV

He does it on purpose
Knowing I’ll snap
When he takes a corner
And I end up in his lap

The little bastard
I won’t let this be
I’ll make sure
The last laugh’s on me

He takes another corner
Takes it fast instead of slow
I end up in his lap again
For the second time in a row

But this time I got him
With my hand on his jeans
I pull down the zipper
to show him what I mean

My hand finds his cock
Sensitive to my touch
It hardens quickly
It doesn’t take much

He screams my name
His foot on the brake
The car screeches to a halt
There’s not much more he can take

Then his erection explodes
Between ragged breaths
He yells: Damn you, Hutch
This I’m not going to forget

I smile innocently
Sitting up in my seat
Wiping my hand on my jeans
You were asking for it, partner

Doesn’t revenge taste sweet?