by Kenovay
"Fucker, I only got those done a few days ago!" JC's face was contorted with pain.
"Shit, I'm sorry." Chris forbore to mention that really, he couldn't have been expected to know, and JC should really have had the foresight to tell him before they got down to it.
"Yeah." JC ran a hand through his hair and looked down at his wilting cock. "That kinda killed the mood."
Chris bit his tongue on the 'Not my mood' that threatened to escape. He was fairly unsure of the protocol of one-night stands, and didn't know whether it would be considered rude to draw JC's attention to his erection. Which was decreasing now, anyway. The fun was gone.
JC pulled himself up to sit cross-legged in the centre of the bed, and grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the bedside table. He offered the pack to Chris, with eyebrows raised, but Chris shook his head. JC shrugged, and lit up, with the easy grace of a long-time smoker. He looked up at Chris once he'd taken a pull, a thin line of smoke wreathing from his mouth. "I'm sorry." JC patted the bed beside him. "Come sit down. Christ, I'm such a pissy bitch. No way you could have known."
"Yeah." Chris perched on the edge of the bed, uncomfortable in his skin.
"Listen, I'm sorry, I'm just a bit fucked in the head at the moment."
Chris nodded, and innate politeness compelled him to ask "What about?"
"Life. It's crappy. You sure you don't want a cigarette?"
For some reason, Chris said yes this time, and they sat smoking in comfortable silence, until Chris said, "Yeah, mine sucks as well."
"What's happened?"
"Boyfriend dumped me."
"Parents cut me off."
"Slightly worse, I have to say."
"Nah." JC shrugged. "Made me stop fucking around. Not literally," he added hastily, as Chris' pointed stare caught him.
Chris grinned. "Made me start fucking around. I wanna start a band."
"Like a rock band?" JC looked disinterested.
"Nah. Vocal."
"Yeah? I can sing."
Chris sighed. "So can everyone I bloody mention that to."
"No, I can." JC grinned and stubbed out his cigarette. "Go on, have a listen. I swear, you won't wince once."
Chris shrugged. "Go on then."
JC hummed a few bars of what Chris recognised as Madonna before launching into it. And it� wasn't bad. A little hesitant, a little throaty from the cigarette, and he wavered on a few of the high notes that Chris would have been able to hit. But he was generally pretty damn good. He stopped quite soon, and looked challengingly at Chris. "You winced?"
"No, you're good. You trained?"
"Yeah." JC shrugged. "Been fucking it up with cigarettes and stuff, though."
"Yeah." Chris shrugged. "Alright then, if I ever start one I'll come back to you."
JC grinned. "Cool. Bands started after bad sex and cigarettes can't put a foot wrong."
"You reckon?"
"Yeah, baby!"
Chris grinned and settled back against the pillows. "I'll take your word for it."
