| Random Love |
| "What the hell are you wearing?" JC glanced down at his shirt. Giving Joey a quizzical look, he blinked owlishly. "What do you mean?" Joey pointed to his chest. "It's pink on the front, and yellow on the back," he pointed to JC's stomach, "I can see your belly button when you breathe, and not that I'm complaining but this isn't a free show here," he pointed to the shoulders, "and there aren't any sleeves. I see muscle." JC just shrugged. "This is my innocent outfit." Joey raised an eyebrow. "Innocent outfit?" He snorted in amusement. "You? Impossible." JC bit his lip and nodded, blinking slowly at Joey from under his eyelashes. "You don't like it?" he asked. "Because I can change if you want me to." Joey licked his lips. "You're good." ----- JC opened the door to his and Joey's bedroom and slammed it shut behind him. In the bathroom, Joey jumped and nicked himself shaving. "Ah shit," he said. "JC? What's wrong?" "People suck," yelled JC. Peeking around the corner, Joey saw JC standing in front of the mirror, his brow knit together in frustration as he struggled with getting his shirt off. Growling, he grabbed it by the buttons and ripped it in two. Joey's razor fell to the floor, as did his jaw. "I don't know why I bother with some of these asshole producers," growled JC as he ripped his belt out and yanked his pants down. "They wouldn't know good music if it bit them in the ass." "Yes," mumbled Joey, "ass. Right." He let his eyes follow JC around the room as he paced in only his Scooby-Doo boxers and a pair of white socks. When he walked into his closet, Joey whimpered softly. "Ya know what I mean Joe?" JC was saying. "They hate what I like and like what I hate. It really sucks." "Yes, suck," babbled Joey. He sat down on the bed, shaving cream still on half of his face. "I'll show them. I'll show them all!" raged JC as he stepped out, wearing a pair of loose faded jeans and a light pink stretch shirt. The phrase 'coming out of the closet' flitted through Joey's mind momentarily before it was lost. "I mean, what's a guy to do?" JC raised one hand up in the air and let the other arm hang by his side as he leaned on one hip. Joey found his body leaning into that motion. JC sighed and dropped his hand. "Fuck." Joey bounded off the bed, scooping JC up into his arms and tossing him gently on the bed. Wiping his face off on the blanket, he crawled up JC's body and started working on his shirt. "Now *that* I can do." ----- JC's lower lip trembled slightly. "But, I want one." Joey sighed and looked through the display glass. "But Jace, baby," he sighed, "they're so difficult to take care of. They cost a lot of money to maintain and it makes such a mess. Fur everywhere." "I know, but look how cute it is!" JC pressed his nose against the window, breathing on the glass and drawing a smiley face on the moisture. Joey sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You'll wash it? Not me?" JC nodded eagerly. "Yes." "And if it gets messed up, you'll get it fixed?" JC bounced up and down. "Yes, yes!" "You'll put it out of the room when we have sex?" JC laughed and clapped his hands. "YES!" Joey smiled at his enthusiasm. When JC launched his whole body into Joey's arms, he gave up the fight. "Okay baby," he said, "you can have the sweater." ----- "If I was fat, would you love me?" "Yes. Now that I am fat, do you still love me?" "Don't you dare say that. You aren't fat you ass." "Ow. Name calling isn't nice. Besides, you started it." "Did not." "Did too." "Did not." "Did too now shut up." Pause. "Joey, why are we together?" "Why is the world round? Why is the sky blue? Hell if I know, but it was destiny baby." "Destiny?" "Yep." "Joe? Do you know how much I love you?" "I think I have a pretty good idea." "How?" "I'm psychic." "Joey..." "Just shut up and kiss me." "Will do." ----- Joey glanced up from his book. JC was clicking his computer mouse like crazy. Joey looked at him. "Whatcha doing?" he asked, feeling nosey. "Searching," said JC. "For?" "Pictures." Joey made a continuing motion with his hands. "Of?" JC shrugged. "Naked Lance pictures." Joey nodded his head. "Okay." He opened his book back up and leaned back in his chair. After a few minutes, JC stopped clicking. Joey felt his eyes on him, but pretended not to notice. "Aren't you jealous?" he heard JC ask. He casually glanced up and then back down. "About what baby?" "That I'm looking for pictures of Lance. Naked." Joey shrugged. "Nope." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely. Hey, let me know if you find some good ones." He winked at JC and returned to his reading. A few minutes later, JC spoke up again. "What if I said I wasn't *really* looking for naked pictures of Lance?" Joey didn't look up. "Were you?" "No." "Then I'd say okay." "Still not jealous?" asked JC, sounding hopeful. Joey chuckled and shook his head. "Nope." JC smirked. "Then why have you been reading that same page for the last ten minutes?" Joey froze. "Um, what?" "You heard me. You're busted big boy." "Shoot." He gave JC his best disappointed face. "Forgive me?" "Of course. Don't I always?" "No." JC laughed. "When have I not forgiven you?" Joey shrugged. "I don't know. I just didn't want you to be right again." JC shook his head. "Pathetic, that's what you are," he grinned. "But you love me anyway." JC winked. "Always, baby. Always." THE END |
| written by Robin |