"I can't believe you did that?!", JC yelled at his lover.

"Look, Jayce, I told you already, I didn't know", Chris responded.

"You didn't know?", JC asked. His tone was mocking and condescending. "How could you not fuckin' know?!".

"Stop making such a big deal of it".

"It is a big deal, damnit!". Then JC slipped onto the floor. His body shook as a sob was released from his mouth. Chris immediately joined him on the floor and cuddled him.

"Would it help if I told you I was sorry? Cuz I am, you know?". JC nodded. "I didn't mean to flush your live goldfish, baby. I seriously thought it was dead. It had some kind of fungus and everything". JC sighed.

"It was probably pooping, babe". Chris giggled. 

"I did you a favor then. Less poop to pick up".

"It doesn't make me feel any better". JC sniffled. He wrapped his arms around Chris tightly, and dug his nose in the older mans neck. He then inhaled deeply. He was always soothed by Chris's smell. It was like inscents.

"I love you". Chris pulled JC away from him so he could look into his eyes. He slid a piece of hair behind JC's ear and softly kissed his lips.

"Mmmm. You make me feel better".

"Really?".

"Uh huh. But I still hurt".

"Maybe I could kiss your booboo and make it better". Chris pushed JC down onto the carpet and unbutton his shirt. He kissed the area around JC's heart. Feeling, the powerful organ beat as it pushed blood through his boys' body. "Better?", Chris asked after a moment.

"I don't think you kissed it long enough". JC sighed as Chris' lips again found his chest.