| The Tricks of Love |
| "Chris, please! Just sit down and relax. I'll take care of everything." Chris flopped back on the couch with a loud sigh. Lance watched him with an amused smile, and shook his head. "Can I get you anything?" he asked. Chris made a face. "Lance, for the thousandth time, no. I'm fine." He waved his arm with the red wrist cast on it in the air for effect. "It's just a sprain. The doctor said it'll heal in no time, so quit worrying. It's not like I broke my leg or something." "Yes, but you still need your rest," insisted Lance. "Baby if you keep working it won't heal. Okay? Let me take care of you." Chris grunted in response and Lance grinned, walking over to the couch and placing a small kiss on his boyfriend's forehead. "Hungry?" Chris shrugged. "I guess." He grinned up at Lance, pulling him down on his lap. "Are you on the menu?" Lance giggled as Chris kissed up his neck. Pulling back with a grin, he stood up. "Sorry, I'm not," he said. "My boyfriend might not like it too much." Chris snapped his fingers. "Damn! I guess I'll just go with a ham sandwich instead." Lance rolled his eyes. "I see I'm easily replaced. Be right back." Chris nodded, watching Lance walk out of the room. Still bored, he figured he'd watch some TV. Seeing the remote lying on the chair across from him, he moved up to get it. 'Lance would have a fit if he knew I was straining myself,' he thought. Suddenly getting an idea, he grinned and pushed the remote off the chair and then kicked it underneath it. Sitting down on the couch again, he waited a few seconds before yelling, "Lance!" Lance appeared in the doorway shortly. "Yes?" While grinning on the inside, Chris put on his best pathetic look for Lance. Pointing to the floored remote he said, "I tried to reach the remote but I hurt my wrist. Could you get it for me? It's under the chair." Lance nodded with an 'I told you so' face and walked into the room. Chris grinned as he bent over right in front of him to reach the remote. "Chris?" asked Lance, his voice muffled by the carpet as he peeked under the chair. "Where is it? I can't see it." "Oh, it's there," said Chris, watching Lance's ass move in front of him as he looked for the remote. "In fact, I can see it from here. And *damn* does it look good!" A few seconds later, Lance stood up with a proud grin and handed Chris the remote. Chris took it, resisting the urge to drop it again. "There you go," said Lance, kissing his cheek. "Feeling better?" Chris grinned conspiratorially. "You have no idea." -------- "Lance?" "Chris?" "Um, yeah. Do you think I'm old?" "Do you think *I'm* old?" "What? What kind of question is that?" "Same as yours." "No it isn't." "How so?" "Because you're not old!" "Neither are you. My question makes just as much sense as yours." ::pause:: "Lance?" "Mmhmm?" "You know you're full of shit, right?" "Of course, baby." "But I still love you." "I know. I love you too." ::pause:: "Even if you are old." -------- Lance groaned softly, pulling his baseball cap further down on his head and shoving his hands into his pockets. In front of him, JC and Chris were bouncing up and down and chanting loudly. "We're going to see Star Wars! We're going to see Star Wars! WE LOVE STAR WARS! We're going to see Star Wars..." Lance looked around the crowd of people, watching to make sure no one recognized them. Grabbing JC and Chris's arms, he looked at them from over his shades. "Would you two knock it off?" he whispered. "Someone's going to recognize you and then we're screwed!" "Aww, come on Lance," grinned JC. He waved his plastic lightsaber around and tapped Lance's head. "Aren't you excited to see the long awaited Star Wars: Episode 2?" He practically squeaked when he spoke. Lance scowled and JC took a step back. "Woah, I guess not." Chris looked around them before nudging Lance with a grin. "Come on baby," he whispered, "this'll be fun! We never get to go out anymore." Lance sighed. "I'm sorry, but you know how nervous I get without security. Who knows what could go wrong?" He stuck his tongue out. "Plus, it's Star Wars. Not exactly the most romantic movie of the year." Chris grinned and moved his mouth next to Lance's ear. His warm breath tickled, and Lance shivered slightly. "If you come and have fun with us baby," whispered Chris, "I'll let you play with *my* saber when we get home." He bit Lance's ear gently before pulling away. Lance groaned again and licked his lips. "This is going to be a long fucking movie." -------- Lance was half asleep and just starting to wake up when he felt someone licking his ear. He sighed quietly and buried his face deeper into the pillow, still leaving his ear out and exposed. He felt more licking, this time right at the base of his Adam's apple, and he groaned. 'Chris knows all the right spots,' he shivered. "Baby, stop," he said, but he didn't even convince himself. When the licking continued, this time on his cheek, he grinned. "Feeling a little wild this morning are we Chris? Two can play this game!" He reached out to grab his boyfriend, eyes still closed, and felt his hand touch rough hair. "Chris?" he asked. "Baby, I think you need a shave." There was a small puff of breath on his face, and he wrinkled his nose. "Oh man, and a breath mint sure couldn't hurt." He heard a snicker come from beside his bed, and then Chris's voice, "Having fun?" Lance froze. Opening his eyes slowly, he looked up into Chris's grinning face. "Chris?" he mumbled. "Then who..." He turned in bed and yelped when he came face to face with Korea. Chris burst into laughter, collapsing in bed next to a wide awake and blushing Lance. Wiping at his eyes, he grinned at Lance. "Should I leave you two alone?" he winked, and Lance smacked his arm. "Scared the shit outta me," said Lance, placing a hand over his heart. He glared at Chris. "This is *so* not funny." Chris grinned. "Says who?" "Me." "Who says you make the rules?" "Me." Chris shrugged. "Oh, okay." He smiled innocently. "So I guess I have some competition now, huh?" Lance growled. "One more word and I'll hit you." Chris pouted. "Aww, I'm sorry sweets." He kissed Lance, and then wrinkled his nose. "What's wrong?" Chris shrugged innocently. "Doggie breath," he grinned. Lance hit him. THE END |
| written by Robin |