If you want it here's my heart, no frills attached. . . .

Hi. This is me. With not enough sleep. And 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. ( * . . . * )