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raynedanserwritesThey didn't watch ice skating, that's for sure...
Lance propped his feet up on the coffee table and crossed them at the ankles. He snatched the remote from where it had been hidden between the cushions and began clicking rapidly through the channels. It was here somewhere, he knew it was.
“HEY!” came the protest from the kitchen.
“Hey yourself, you got up and left the remote behind,” Lance retorted as he continued clicking. Aha! Destination found, he stopped clicking and hid the remote away.
“That’s my remote, Bass.”
“And you got up, Kiki.” Lance watched in amusement as Ricky braced a hand on one side of Lance and he slid the other hand down to dig for the remote. Lance smiled and chuckled. “It’s not there, Keek.”
Ricky raised an eyebrow and leaned down closer. He nuzzled Lance’s neck. “Where is it, Lance?” he asked quietly. “Is it here?” Ricky wanted to know as he slid his hand between Lance’s back and the sofa. Lance shook his head and Ricky studied Lance thoughtfully. He felt under one of Lance’s thighs. “Here?” he asked, his lips dangerously close to Lance’s ear.
“No. You’re not even close.” He sat watching the tv. He’d been looking forward to the ice skating all week. Had taken heat from Chris for it. By golly, he was going to watch his damn – “Keek!” he gasped.
“Is it here?” Ricky asked, grinning slyly as he massaged the front of Lance’s jeans.
Lance leaned forward and kissed him. “No, but we can pretend you found it,” he whispered.
Lance propped his feet up on the coffee table and crossed them at the ankles. He snatched the remote from where it had been hidden between the cushions and began clicking rapidly through the channels. It was here somewhere, he knew it was.
“HEY!” came the protest from the kitchen.
“Hey yourself, you got up and left the remote behind,” Lance retorted as he continued clicking. Aha! Destination found, he stopped clicking and hid the remote away.
“That’s my remote, Bass.”
“And you got up, Kiki.” Lance watched in amusement as Ricky braced a hand on one side of Lance and he slid the other hand down to dig for the remote. Lance smiled and chuckled. “It’s not there, Keek.”
Ricky raised an eyebrow and leaned down closer. He nuzzled Lance’s neck. “Where is it, Lance?” he asked quietly. “Is it here?” Ricky wanted to know as he slid his hand between Lance’s back and the sofa. Lance shook his head and Ricky studied Lance thoughtfully. He felt under one of Lance’s thighs. “Here?” he asked, his lips dangerously close to Lance’s ear.
“No. You’re not even close.” He sat watching the tv. He’d been looking forward to the ice skating all week. Had taken heat from Chris for it. By golly, he was going to watch his damn – “Keek!” he gasped.
“Is it here?” Ricky asked, grinning slyly as he massaged the front of Lance’s jeans.
Lance leaned forward and kissed him. “No, but we can pretend you found it,” he whispered.
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Date: 2006-05-17 03:40 am (UTC)Oh, my.
Oh... my.
I love you beyond words.
Thank you!
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Date: 2006-05-17 03:43 am (UTC)*loves you back*
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Date: 2006-05-18 05:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-18 06:00 pm (UTC)Thanks love.