Chris glanced back one more time, then raced back up the stairs. JC was still sitting in the sill when Chris walked back into the apartment. “Please come inside,” he pleaded.
“Come get me.”
“Dammit JC, it’s dangerous.”
“Then you better come save me.”
JC stayed still as Chris slowly inched toward him. Gingerly wrapping his arms around JC’s waist from behind, Chris shifted his weight back, tugging until JC was back inside the apartment, staring up at him.
“I knew you didn’t hate me.”
“What?”
“You said you hated me. I knew you didn’t and you just proved it. You wouldn’t have saved me if you hated me. I don’t know what you saw last night, but it was innocent. He’s Lance’s boyfriend. And you’re my boyfriend. I love you and only you.” JC moved his hand to rub Chris’ arm. “And you love me,” he added smugly. “You wouldn’t have saved me if you didn’t love me.”
“If you ever do that again, I’m fucking kicking your ass.” Chris held on to JC tightly, resting his head on top of JC’s and rocking him slowly.
“How about you just fuck my ass?”
“You cheesy bastard.”
Chris rolled to the side, allowing his hand to slide beneath JC’s shirt, tickling his ribs. JC looked up at him, grinning as Chris leaned forward to kiss him. Chris tangled his legs around JC’s and relaxed against him. The window still stood open and a cool breeze flittered across them, playing through their hair.
JC ran his long fingers through Chris’ hair, then let them drop, caressing his ear, then cupping his cheek. “Stay home with me today, okay? I just want to spend the entire day laying in your arms.”
Chris chuckled, pressing his forehead against JC’s neck. “You just want to sleep all day.”
JC didn’t reply, but snuggled against Chris, his eyes closed.
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Drops (part two)
Date: 2004-05-11 11:35 am (UTC)“Come get me.”
“Dammit JC, it’s dangerous.”
“Then you better come save me.”
JC stayed still as Chris slowly inched toward him. Gingerly wrapping his arms around JC’s waist from behind, Chris shifted his weight back, tugging until JC was back inside the apartment, staring up at him.
“I knew you didn’t hate me.”
“What?”
“You said you hated me. I knew you didn’t and you just proved it. You wouldn’t have saved me if you hated me. I don’t know what you saw last night, but it was innocent. He’s Lance’s boyfriend. And you’re my boyfriend. I love you and only you.” JC moved his hand to rub Chris’ arm. “And you love me,” he added smugly. “You wouldn’t have saved me if you didn’t love me.”
“If you ever do that again, I’m fucking kicking your ass.” Chris held on to JC tightly, resting his head on top of JC’s and rocking him slowly.
“How about you just fuck my ass?”
“You cheesy bastard.”
Chris rolled to the side, allowing his hand to slide beneath JC’s shirt, tickling his ribs. JC looked up at him, grinning as Chris leaned forward to kiss him. Chris tangled his legs around JC’s and relaxed against him. The window still stood open and a cool breeze flittered across them, playing through their hair.
JC ran his long fingers through Chris’ hair, then let them drop, caressing his ear, then cupping his cheek. “Stay home with me today, okay? I just want to spend the entire day laying in your arms.”
Chris chuckled, pressing his forehead against JC’s neck. “You just want to sleep all day.”
JC didn’t reply, but snuggled against Chris, his eyes closed.
~~~ END ~~~