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High Hopes (part one)
Date: 2005-09-18 01:35 pm (UTC)High Hopes
Lance froze, listening. There was whistling coming from outside his house. The tune was easily recognizable, and he began singing along as he headed for his door.
“Just what makes that little old ant think he can move a rubber tree plant? Anyone knows an ant can't move a rubber tree plant. But he's got High Hopes. He's got High Hopes. He's got High apple pie in the sky Hopes. So anytime you're getting low, 'stead of letting go, just remember that ant. Whoops there goes another rubber tree. Whoops there goes another rubber tree. Whoops there goes another rubber tree plant.”
Opening his door, Lance froze again. Chris was struggling to drag something large and blanket covered across Lance’s driveway. “Do you need help with that?” Lance asked, chuckling as he thought of Chris as an ant with high hopes trying to drag around a rubber tree plant by himself. “And don’t tell me that’s a rubber tree plant!” Lance called out as he crossed the front porch.
Setting down his load, Chris straightened up and glanced over at Lance as he caught his breath. “Of course it’s a rubber tree plant,” Chris scoffed as if it was obvious.
“Are you sure it’s not a gigantic dildo for my birthday?”
Running full speed toward Lance, Chris tackled him, knocking him to the ground before smothering him with kisses. “I got you a gigantic something for your birthday,” Chris promised, rubbing his cock against Lance’s thigh. “Are your parents home?”
“No, but they’ll be back soon.”
“Good. Help me get that up to your room.”
“Can I look at it first?” Lance asked, curiously tugging at the blanket.
“No,” insisted Chris, slapping Lance’s hands away from the covering. “Grab the other side.”
Still curious, Lance tried to find a way to sneak a peek as they carried the object up to his room. By the time they got it upstairs, he was convinced it was just a plant. “You’re not trying to sneak a pot plant past my mom are you? She’ll know what it is.”
“No way!” exclaimed Chris. Once they had the plant settled on the floor, he motioned to the plant. “Now you can open it.” Moving back, Chris flopped onto the bed, waiting for Lance to uncover the gift.
“Now? Shouldn’t I wait for my family?”
“Open it now. I’m not sure your family needs to know about this.”
High Hopes (part two)
Date: 2005-09-18 01:36 pm (UTC)Kicking his feet against the bed in anticipation, Chris leaned over to push Lance toward the gift. “Open it now!”
Lance worked methodically, pulling the blanket from the plant carefully, not wanting to damage any foliage in the process. Seeing the plant uncovered, Lance grinned first, then blushed.
Chris rushed over to hug him, then tugged him backwards to the bed, settling them both on top of it with his arms still wrapped around Lance. “Do you like it? Your mom said we couldn’t have sex until you were eighteen and then it had to be safe sex, remember?”
Lance nodded, remembering the night he and Chris had told his parents they were dating and madly in love. His parents certainly weren’t happy about his choice, mostly because Chris was eight years older than he was. He had been sixteen and Chris was twenty-four back then, but he knew it was right and he was determined to date Chris with or without his parents permission. Refusing to let his parents break them up, the pair had only promised that they wouldn’t have sex until Lance was eighteen.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t wait.”
“I’ve waited and now I’m a horny old man. Do you like it?” he asked nodded toward the plant. “It’s a rubber tree. Get it?” Chris laughed, tickling Lance’s ribs.
Lance’s eyes were wide as he looked over the tree. “How many condoms are on that thing?”
“Three hundred and sixty-five. So we can have sex every day of the year,” promised Chris, now rolling on top of his boyfriend, kissing him. “When are your parents getting home?”
Wrapping his arms around Chris’ back, Lance smiled. “Soon.”
With his lips still pressed against Lance’s, Chris rubbed his hand over the jeans covering Lance’s crotch, then unbuttoned and unzipped Lance’s pants, so he could stroke Lance’s cock as they kissed.
A half hour later, Lance’s mom cracked the door open, saw her son and his boyfriend on top of the covers of his bed, kissing, Lance’s pants obviously undone, and Chris’ hands now beneath Lance’s shirt. Before speaking, she looked at the plant across the room, with all the condoms carefully attached to the branches and the pot filled with tubes of lube. After clearing her throat, she offered, “Chris, will you be staying for Lance’s birthday dinner tonight?”
Chris’ hand cupped Lance’s jaw, his eyes focused on Lance’s eyes. “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll be sticking around for a long, long time.”
As she left the room, Lance began singing again, “He's got High Hopes. He's got High Hopes He's got High apple pie in the sky Hopes.”
Re: High Hopes (part two)
Date: 2005-09-18 02:00 pm (UTC)Re: High Hopes (part two)
Date: 2005-09-18 02:25 pm (UTC)I love the tree and the song.
It was a fun one to write! ;)
Re: High Hopes (part two)
Date: 2005-09-18 03:04 pm (UTC)Re: High Hopes (part two)
Date: 2005-09-18 08:38 pm (UTC)Re: High Hopes (part two)
Date: 2005-09-19 07:10 am (UTC)Re: High Hopes (part two)
Date: 2005-09-20 06:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-18 10:37 am (UTC)It was absolutely brilliant. I've never heard the song, strangely enough since everyone else seems to know it, but it's completely adorable. Thank you! *mwah*