Chris startled, ruining his careful measuring. He sent a glare over his shoulder. He noticed that, once again, despite his very best glare of doom, Lance failed to burst into temporary flames. He scooted around a bit on his ass, blocking Lance's view of his latest home-project. "Nothing. Stuff. What are you doing home so soon, anyway? Miss me too much to last a day away, again?" Chris snickered. "Loser." He jumped up and pulled a tarp over his still. He whistled and the dogs came running in, attacking him and Lance.
As the mutts gave Lance a good going over, Chris opened the sliding-glass door to their kitchen and moved everyone inside, his pushing against Lance so gentle and accompanied by so many neck-kisses, Lance didn't even notice he was being given the bum's rush.
"Feed the dogs," Chris told him on his way out of the kitchen.
"Me? Why me? You've been home all day, haven't you?"
"Because now it's *time* to feed them, and there you are, and there they are and you just need to do what I say more often without argument."
Lance laughed. "Do I?"
"Yes! My therapist told me so. She says I need to make Lance take more responsibility towards household, um, things. And make Lance blow me more. She was very firm about the you blowing me more."
"Really? What she say about you blowing me?" Lance yelled after him as he poured out dog food and patted dog heads. "Does she recommend reciprocation, at least?" Lance finished with his feeding and grabbed a beer.
"She might have, but when she's talking about stuff like that, I'm just humming JC songs in my head."
"You suck!"
"I *know*! That's why we have to work on *you*. Duh."
Lance laughed as he made his way to the couch. "What are you doing *now*? Come *be* with me!" He inserted just enough of a whine to get Chris' attention as he picked up the remote and began surfing. Too much whine, he knew, would just make Chris obstinate. Just enough and he'd get snuggles.
Lance was a pro and proud of it.
When Chris came running back down the stairs, Lance quickly grabbed a throw pillow and put it over his lap, just in time to catch Chris' head as he dived over the back of the couch and landed with his head in Lance's lap. Lance grinned down at him. "Hi."
"Hey. Welcome home." Chris pursed his lips and Lance leaned down to kiss them. Chris grabbed Lance's arm from the back of the couch and brought it down and over him, threading his fingers through Lance's. "You have a good day?"
Lance flipped through some more channels. "It was alright."
"Missed me though, huh?"
"Yep. Thought about you though, so---"
"You've got string around you finger, Lance."
"Huh?"
Chris tugged on Lance's middle finger. "String."
"Really? What finger?"
Chris sucked the finger in question into his mouth, felating it expertly. "This one."
"Oh, yeah. That one." He purred deep in his throat.
"You need to remember something?"
Lance widened his eyes and wiggled his eyebrows. "Yes. Yes, I think I do."
"I'll play along you bad actor, you." Chris looked up at him with wide eyes and spoke in a high falsetto. "Oh, Mr. Lance, Sir, what evah could you have fo'gotten, that'd you'd need this here string to remind you?"
"My dick?"
Chris gasped, horrified. "You've forgotten your *dick*? Dude. That's not even funny!"
Chris quickly opened Lance's pants and pulled out his dick. "Dude. You've a string around your dick. Are you into something you've never told me about?"
chris/lance living happily ever after schmoop
Chris startled, ruining his careful measuring. He sent a glare over his shoulder. He noticed that, once again, despite his very best glare of doom, Lance failed to burst into temporary flames. He scooted around a bit on his ass, blocking Lance's view of his latest home-project. "Nothing. Stuff. What are you doing home so soon, anyway? Miss me too much to last a day away, again?" Chris snickered. "Loser." He jumped up and pulled a tarp over his still. He whistled and the dogs came running in, attacking him and Lance.
As the mutts gave Lance a good going over, Chris opened the sliding-glass door to their kitchen and moved everyone inside, his pushing against Lance so gentle and accompanied by so many neck-kisses, Lance didn't even notice he was being given the bum's rush.
"Feed the dogs," Chris told him on his way out of the kitchen.
"Me? Why me? You've been home all day, haven't you?"
"Because now it's *time* to feed them, and there you are, and there they are and you just need to do what I say more often without argument."
Lance laughed. "Do I?"
"Yes! My therapist told me so. She says I need to make Lance take more responsibility towards household, um, things. And make Lance blow me more. She was very firm about the you blowing me more."
"Really? What she say about you blowing me?" Lance yelled after him as he poured out dog food and patted dog heads. "Does she recommend reciprocation, at least?" Lance finished with his feeding and grabbed a beer.
"She might have, but when she's talking about stuff like that, I'm just humming JC songs in my head."
"You suck!"
"I *know*! That's why we have to work on *you*. Duh."
Lance laughed as he made his way to the couch. "What are you doing *now*? Come *be* with me!" He inserted just enough of a whine to get Chris' attention as he picked up the remote and began surfing. Too much whine, he knew, would just make Chris obstinate. Just enough and he'd get snuggles.
Lance was a pro and proud of it.
When Chris came running back down the stairs, Lance quickly grabbed a throw pillow and put it over his lap, just in time to catch Chris' head as he dived over the back of the couch and landed with his head in Lance's lap. Lance grinned down at him. "Hi."
"Hey. Welcome home." Chris pursed his lips and Lance leaned down to kiss them. Chris grabbed Lance's arm from the back of the couch and brought it down and over him, threading his fingers through Lance's. "You have a good day?"
Lance flipped through some more channels. "It was alright."
"Missed me though, huh?"
"Yep. Thought about you though, so---"
"You've got string around you finger, Lance."
"Huh?"
Chris tugged on Lance's middle finger. "String."
"Really? What finger?"
Chris sucked the finger in question into his mouth, felating it expertly. "This one."
"Oh, yeah. That one." He purred deep in his throat.
"You need to remember something?"
Lance widened his eyes and wiggled his eyebrows. "Yes. Yes, I think I do."
"I'll play along you bad actor, you." Chris looked up at him with wide eyes and spoke in a high falsetto. "Oh, Mr. Lance, Sir, what evah could you have fo'gotten, that'd you'd need this here string to remind you?"
"My dick?"
Chris gasped, horrified. "You've forgotten your *dick*? Dude. That's not even funny!"
Chris quickly opened Lance's pants and pulled out his dick. "Dude. You've a string around your dick. Are you into something you've never told me about?"
tbc...