raynedanserwrites | She's done it again. . . .

msktrnanny did the eye thing again and who am I to tell her no? This time, she asked for HoNi, croquet and tea (which was only loosely mentioned here) So right this very minute, it's 421 words of HoNi semi-silliness just for you.

Nick didn’t like croquet. Really, he didn’t. Walking around waving little sticks, hitting balls, making them go through these… hoops stuck in the ground. He didn’t see the point and it bored him to tears. He absently swung his mallet and whistled not so quietly as he impatiently waited for Howie to take his turn.

“Howie, this isn’t an all day event,” he grumbled.

Howie, however, loved croquet. He made sure each hoop was precisely spaced and positioned “just so” when he set the game up. The balls were kept scratch and mud free and maintained meticulously. Even the yard was spotless – the grass was all mowed neat and even. Not too tall, not too short. There were no rocks that could interfere with rolling balls and no pets were allowed in this corner of the lawn. Nick was pretty sure that Howie was just a little bit insane for it.

Except for times like this, when Howie slowly walked around and around, concentrating as he studied the angles, trying to figure out exactly which way was best for hitting the ball next. Usually Nick thought he was insane even now, except when Howie moved just so and he was wearing these jeans – they hugged his ass just right and then Nick didn’t have any complaints.

Finally, Howie lightly tapped the head of the mallet against the ball – purple, of course – and started it in a gentle spin. Before the ball had even run its course, Nick was stepping up to take his turn.

“Anxious much?” Howie teased.

“Bored much?” Nick snapped back. “Seriously, Howie,” Nick began as he whacked the brightly colored ball, “We have got to find a more interesting way to spend our time off than hitting little colored balls and sipping tea.”

Howie turned to face Nick, dropped his mallet and stepped closer. “Did you have something in mind?” he asked as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Nick laughed, met Howie halfway and slid one arm behind him. He dipped his head down, kissing Howie gently. “Howard, I have ALL kinds of ideas,” he said quietly, chuckling as Howie shivered a little.

“Then what are we doing out here? Let’s go!” Howie finally answered. He swiftly slapped Nick’s ass, then rushed by him to get in the house first. Nick let him go, walking slowly across the lawn and up the patio steps. The longer he took, the more naked Howie would be by the time he caught up with him. There really was no wrong here.

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msktrnanny did the eye thing again

Actually I did rhe 'iiiiiiii' thing. lol

Awwww.he has a croquet lawn! That's. Well. Something I really can't see him doing, which just makes it more delightful! Nick has the best ideas and Howie is a lucky man. Thanks so much, this was just right.