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bayouskye and plastiqueallure planting silly plot bunnies in my head. I take no responsibility for anything I have written.
Popslash. Kevin/Chris. Pure silliness. (I'll probably cringe in the morning)
No Frills Attached
I see the things he does to you . . .
Kevin pulled the clothing from the folds of tissue paper and held it up in front of him. He touched the soft fabric, smooth and shiny as it slid over his fingers. He loved clothes, new clothes were even better. They were still crisp and there were no frayed threads in the material yet. He tensed briefly when he heard a key in the lock, heard laughter right outside the door, and then relaxed when he heard the familiar voice shouting goodbyes to someone unknown.
The laughter stopped as soon as the door clicked shut.
“Kevin?” Chris asked. “Is that… ?” He paused and Kevin knew he was trying not to laugh.
“Is it what, Chris?” he asked patiently. He watched the expressions play across Chris’s face. Amusement. Confusion. Curiosity. He took a couple steps closer to Chris, bit back a smile as Chris’s eyes grew wide. “Did you have something you wanted to ask me?”
Chris shook himself and smiled. “That’s a cheerleader uniform, Kevin,” he felt the need to point out.
Kevin nodded. “Yes, it is.”
“And you’re wearing it.” Chris’s fingers rubbed his thighs. Kevin knew that he was itching to touch. That Chris loved shiny things too.
Kevin took another step. “I know. They’re very comfortable.” Chris was flat against the door, watching Kevin come closer. “See that box on the dining table?” Kevin asked. Chris looked over his shoulder and then nodded. “There’s one in there for you too.” And he tried not to laugh as Chris’s face lit up. God forbid Chris get left out of something.
“Do we get pompoms too?” he wanted to know, eyes twinkling merrily. By now, Chris was practically vibrating with excitement.
Kevin had to laugh at that. He pointed. “See the bag on the floor next to it? I’m pretty sure when JC dropped it off, he said there were two pairs of pompoms.”
“JC?” Chris asked dumbly.
Kevin stepped closer, kissing Chris gently. “How else do you think I found out your size?”
Chris laughed, finally relaxing a little and kissed Kevin again. He snaked his fingers up beneath the skirt. “I’ll thank him later. What do we have under here?” he asked, a mischievous grin slowly spreading across his face.
Kevin smiled and tried to keep a straight face as Chris tried to tickle him. “You’ll just have to find out.”
“Mmhmm.” Chris pulled Kevin close, both hands sliding beneath the skirt’s soft material. It was red, a color that that looked good on both of them, edged with white piping. At least JC hadn’t gotten pink.
All the pain that he puts you through….
Chris smoothed his hands over Kevin’s thighs as he kissed Kevin again. Suddenly, he pulled away, eyes wide with surprise. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to find the words.
Kevin watched silently in amusement, grinning and one eyebrow raised.
“Dude!” Chris gasped. “Did you shave your legs?!”
bayouskye and plastiqueallure planting silly plot bunnies in my head. I take no responsibility for anything I have written.Popslash. Kevin/Chris. Pure silliness. (I'll probably cringe in the morning)
No Frills Attached
I see the things he does to you . . .
Kevin pulled the clothing from the folds of tissue paper and held it up in front of him. He touched the soft fabric, smooth and shiny as it slid over his fingers. He loved clothes, new clothes were even better. They were still crisp and there were no frayed threads in the material yet. He tensed briefly when he heard a key in the lock, heard laughter right outside the door, and then relaxed when he heard the familiar voice shouting goodbyes to someone unknown.
The laughter stopped as soon as the door clicked shut.
“Kevin?” Chris asked. “Is that… ?” He paused and Kevin knew he was trying not to laugh.
“Is it what, Chris?” he asked patiently. He watched the expressions play across Chris’s face. Amusement. Confusion. Curiosity. He took a couple steps closer to Chris, bit back a smile as Chris’s eyes grew wide. “Did you have something you wanted to ask me?”
Chris shook himself and smiled. “That’s a cheerleader uniform, Kevin,” he felt the need to point out.
Kevin nodded. “Yes, it is.”
“And you’re wearing it.” Chris’s fingers rubbed his thighs. Kevin knew that he was itching to touch. That Chris loved shiny things too.
Kevin took another step. “I know. They’re very comfortable.” Chris was flat against the door, watching Kevin come closer. “See that box on the dining table?” Kevin asked. Chris looked over his shoulder and then nodded. “There’s one in there for you too.” And he tried not to laugh as Chris’s face lit up. God forbid Chris get left out of something.
“Do we get pompoms too?” he wanted to know, eyes twinkling merrily. By now, Chris was practically vibrating with excitement.
Kevin had to laugh at that. He pointed. “See the bag on the floor next to it? I’m pretty sure when JC dropped it off, he said there were two pairs of pompoms.”
“JC?” Chris asked dumbly.
Kevin stepped closer, kissing Chris gently. “How else do you think I found out your size?”
Chris laughed, finally relaxing a little and kissed Kevin again. He snaked his fingers up beneath the skirt. “I’ll thank him later. What do we have under here?” he asked, a mischievous grin slowly spreading across his face.
Kevin smiled and tried to keep a straight face as Chris tried to tickle him. “You’ll just have to find out.”
“Mmhmm.” Chris pulled Kevin close, both hands sliding beneath the skirt’s soft material. It was red, a color that that looked good on both of them, edged with white piping. At least JC hadn’t gotten pink.
All the pain that he puts you through….
Chris smoothed his hands over Kevin’s thighs as he kissed Kevin again. Suddenly, he pulled away, eyes wide with surprise. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to find the words.
Kevin watched silently in amusement, grinning and one eyebrow raised.
“Dude!” Chris gasped. “Did you shave your legs?!”
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Date: 2006-06-11 06:38 am (UTC)*licks Kevin's smooth thighs*
*licks Chris too*
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Date: 2006-06-11 02:52 pm (UTC)