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raynedanserwritesTitle: Playing Nice
Pairing: JuC
Word Count: 893
Rating: G
Author's Notes: It's intentionally vague
JC pushed the veggies across the board and onto a greased sheet of foil. He folded the ends tightly, then wrapped another sheet around it and slapped it onto the tray. The second packet of veggies he prepared, he added some spices to. He put that one on the tray as well, grabbed the tray’s edge with one hand, picked up a glass of iced tea with the other and followed the noise through the house to the back patio.
The lights behind the house had been on since the sun had set. The tiles around the pool were wet and the water chilled the bottoms of his feet. At one end of the pool, a grill and patio furniture had been set up. The grill was smoking tonight as Justin hummed while he flipped and poked at thick steaks. Shrieks of laughter from twin sets of lungs filled the air.
JC laughed as he watched Chris chase two little girls across the lawn, black cape flying behind him, goggles pulled over his eyes and a wand in his hand as he screeched, “I’ll get you my pretties!!”
He waited as Justin took the tray’s contents and put them on the grill, set the tray down and then stretched out in a lawn chair, listening as Chris continued to chase the girls. When he plopped down in the chair next to JC, he figured Chris had finally run out of steam.
“How the hell do you keep up with them?” Chris puffed.
JC chuckled. Water droplets splashed down on them as the girls jumped into the pool and bounced a ball back and forth between them. Lance popped up between the two of them and the ball bounced off his head, much to their delight.
“You just do,” he finally answered quietly.
Chris looked from JC to Justin to the girls and back to JC again. His brows wrinkled in concentration. “He still saying no?”
JC drank his tea in silence. Apparently bouncing the inflated ball off Lance’s head was more fun than tossing it back and forth because the girls were laughing insanely as Lance popped up and down in the water at random. Sometimes the ball hit him and sometimes it landed in the water with a dull splat. JC wondered how long Chris would let him go before pushing for an answer.
“JC?” Not long then.
JC shook his head. “Yeah, still no.” He knew Justin had heard them. The humming behind them had stopped and the grill slammed shut as Justin left the patio and went back in the house.
“But why - ”
JC sighed and checked the food himself, then closed the lid carefully. “Chris, I’d like to eat something besides hockey pucks tonight. I’d like to sleep somewhere besides the pool house tonight. Can we talk about this some other time? Some other time that’s not tonight? Please?”
Chris stood and nodded. “Sure, JC,” he answered. He tugged off the cape and dropped the goggles onto the table before diving into the pool to join Lance and the twins.
JC smiled a little when it was Chris’s turn to be hit by the ball. “Ashley! Charlie! Not so hard! Chris is an old man; you might shake his brains loose!” He ignored the scowl that Chris shot his way and followed Justin into the house.
It wasn’t hard to find him. Slamming cupboard doors and rattling kitchen utensils were both Very Good Clues. JC took the tray that was thrust his way and held it carefully so that the full bowls that were on it wouldn’t slide off. Tray steadied, he picked up the serving utensils with his free hand and followed Justin back out. It was going to be a long night.
****
Back outside, the lights had been dimmed a little more. The lawn chairs had lost their occupants and the yard was eerily quiet. Soggy towels were piled on the tiles where the girls’ sandals used to be. “Where are Chris and Lance and the girls?” JC finally asked.
“Chris is putting his box of stuff back in the car.” Justin didn’t turn from where he was hard at work smooshing a sizzling hamburger.
“And Lance and the girls?” JC prompted.
Justin slapped the smooshed hamburger onto a plate and smacked a bun on it. “He’s in the house helping the girls get dressed. I can’t imagine why, but he thought we needed to talk.” Now Justin turned to face him. “I tried to tell him no, but maybe he’s right.”
JC took the plate from Justin, picked up the battered hamburger and took a bite. He chewed thoughtfully before answering. “Yeah, maybe he is. I’m not backing down on this, Justin.”
Justin sucked on his lip a moment before answering. “I know. And I know how important this is to you, but . . .”
“Are you kiddies going to play nicely or fight all night?” Chris asked when he and Lance came back in the yard. He carried an open beer in one hand and a small cooler in the other.
Justin looked at JC and smiled a little. “Play nice,” he answered finally.
JC blinked at Justin. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
Justin kissed JC quickly, then stepped back and smiled broadly. “Yeah, JC. Yeah, it does.”
Pairing: JuC
Word Count: 893
Rating: G
Author's Notes: It's intentionally vague
JC pushed the veggies across the board and onto a greased sheet of foil. He folded the ends tightly, then wrapped another sheet around it and slapped it onto the tray. The second packet of veggies he prepared, he added some spices to. He put that one on the tray as well, grabbed the tray’s edge with one hand, picked up a glass of iced tea with the other and followed the noise through the house to the back patio.
The lights behind the house had been on since the sun had set. The tiles around the pool were wet and the water chilled the bottoms of his feet. At one end of the pool, a grill and patio furniture had been set up. The grill was smoking tonight as Justin hummed while he flipped and poked at thick steaks. Shrieks of laughter from twin sets of lungs filled the air.
JC laughed as he watched Chris chase two little girls across the lawn, black cape flying behind him, goggles pulled over his eyes and a wand in his hand as he screeched, “I’ll get you my pretties!!”
He waited as Justin took the tray’s contents and put them on the grill, set the tray down and then stretched out in a lawn chair, listening as Chris continued to chase the girls. When he plopped down in the chair next to JC, he figured Chris had finally run out of steam.
“How the hell do you keep up with them?” Chris puffed.
JC chuckled. Water droplets splashed down on them as the girls jumped into the pool and bounced a ball back and forth between them. Lance popped up between the two of them and the ball bounced off his head, much to their delight.
“You just do,” he finally answered quietly.
Chris looked from JC to Justin to the girls and back to JC again. His brows wrinkled in concentration. “He still saying no?”
JC drank his tea in silence. Apparently bouncing the inflated ball off Lance’s head was more fun than tossing it back and forth because the girls were laughing insanely as Lance popped up and down in the water at random. Sometimes the ball hit him and sometimes it landed in the water with a dull splat. JC wondered how long Chris would let him go before pushing for an answer.
“JC?” Not long then.
JC shook his head. “Yeah, still no.” He knew Justin had heard them. The humming behind them had stopped and the grill slammed shut as Justin left the patio and went back in the house.
“But why - ”
JC sighed and checked the food himself, then closed the lid carefully. “Chris, I’d like to eat something besides hockey pucks tonight. I’d like to sleep somewhere besides the pool house tonight. Can we talk about this some other time? Some other time that’s not tonight? Please?”
Chris stood and nodded. “Sure, JC,” he answered. He tugged off the cape and dropped the goggles onto the table before diving into the pool to join Lance and the twins.
JC smiled a little when it was Chris’s turn to be hit by the ball. “Ashley! Charlie! Not so hard! Chris is an old man; you might shake his brains loose!” He ignored the scowl that Chris shot his way and followed Justin into the house.
It wasn’t hard to find him. Slamming cupboard doors and rattling kitchen utensils were both Very Good Clues. JC took the tray that was thrust his way and held it carefully so that the full bowls that were on it wouldn’t slide off. Tray steadied, he picked up the serving utensils with his free hand and followed Justin back out. It was going to be a long night.
****
Back outside, the lights had been dimmed a little more. The lawn chairs had lost their occupants and the yard was eerily quiet. Soggy towels were piled on the tiles where the girls’ sandals used to be. “Where are Chris and Lance and the girls?” JC finally asked.
“Chris is putting his box of stuff back in the car.” Justin didn’t turn from where he was hard at work smooshing a sizzling hamburger.
“And Lance and the girls?” JC prompted.
Justin slapped the smooshed hamburger onto a plate and smacked a bun on it. “He’s in the house helping the girls get dressed. I can’t imagine why, but he thought we needed to talk.” Now Justin turned to face him. “I tried to tell him no, but maybe he’s right.”
JC took the plate from Justin, picked up the battered hamburger and took a bite. He chewed thoughtfully before answering. “Yeah, maybe he is. I’m not backing down on this, Justin.”
Justin sucked on his lip a moment before answering. “I know. And I know how important this is to you, but . . .”
“Are you kiddies going to play nicely or fight all night?” Chris asked when he and Lance came back in the yard. He carried an open beer in one hand and a small cooler in the other.
Justin looked at JC and smiled a little. “Play nice,” he answered finally.
JC blinked at Justin. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
Justin kissed JC quickly, then stepped back and smiled broadly. “Yeah, JC. Yeah, it does.”
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Date: 2006-04-17 03:11 am (UTC)There's one thing in particular I had in mind when I was writing (like another child perhaps?), but I deliberately left it vague.....
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