Chris Hates Towels
Title: Chris Hates Towels
'Verse: The Effect
Pairing: none
Rating: none
Author's Note: Okay, this is almost cracky, but at the same time, it's something that Chris would, in fact, do. So, not quite crack.
Ethan and Seth belong to guiltycross. Chris and Graham belong to me.
Chris hated towels. He didn't own any. They made more dirty laundry, and Chris hated doing laundry. He also preferred to air dry after showers.
Usually this air drying took place in the privacy of his bedroom. He would sit naked at his computer desk, working on a program or, yes, maybe looking at some porn, and wait until he was dry before he proceeded to change.
But this particular day, Chris wanted a snack. And he really didn't want to have to wait until he was finished air drying to partake of this snack, which would, quite honestly, probably take the form of cereal.
So he went downstairs and into the kitchen, completely nonchalant. He had just managed to grab a bowl from a cabinet when Graham came in to refill his glass of water. The glass, rather unfortunately, slipped right out of his hand and crashed to the floor.
Chris whirled around, his eyes widening in astonishment when he saw the shards of glass littering the floor. "Geez, Graham! I'm barefoot!" he complained.
Graham clapped his hands over his eyes. "You're naked!"
Ethan, who had come hurrying in when he'd heard the sound of glass shattering, came to a sudden halt right outside the kitchen. "Christopher, what are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm just getting some cereal!" Chris said defensively. "Can't a guy eat some cereal around here?"
"You're naked," Ethan pointed out.
"That seems to be everyone's choice of words." He calmly poured himself some Fruit Loops and added a generous splash of milk.
Ethan cleared his throat. "I think we would all appreciate it if you would perhaps put some clothes on."
Chris shrugged, digging in a drawer for a spoon. "Well, Graham's just broken a glass. I can't leave now. What if I step on something?"
Ethan rubbed his forehead. "All right. All right. I'll go get the broom and dustpan." He saw that Graham was only wearing his socks, and standing in the middle of the mess. "Graham, stay there."
"But--!"
"I know," Ethan sighed. "But just stay there. I don't want you getting hurt."
He disappeared from the kitchen, and Chris happily spooned some cereal into his mouth while Graham continued to keep his hands over his eyes.
"Geez, Graham," Chris said, which came out more like 'Eesh Gwam.' He swallowed his Fruit Loops. "You act like you've never seen a naked man before." The noticeable pink tinge on Graham's face soon followed the remark. Chris grinned wickedly. "Well maybe you need a better look."
It was that moment that Seth chose to almost walk into the kitchen. His eyes fell on Chris, who was leaning casually against the counter. His mouth parted ever so slightly, stopping in his tracks. Chris grinned at him, and shoved another spoonful of Fruit Loops into his mouth. Seth turned around briskly.
"ETHAN!" he called out urgently, and hurried away from the room.
"Taking care of it!" Ethan's voice called back, and he appeared a moment later with broom and dustpan in hand, and very carefully began to sweep up the glass shards from the floor. After a moment, he said, very tentatively, "Graham, I'll need you to open your eyes and help me locate any more glass."
"There's a piece," Chris said cheerfully, pointing. He had finished his cereal while Ethan had swept the floor, and turned around to rinse his bowl out in the sink. He bent down to open the dishwasher and placed the bowl and spoon inside. Ethan took in a deep breath. He swept up the piece.
Graham opened his eyes into mere slits and squinted around at the floor, his face scrunched up comically. "I don't see anything," he announced.
"Okay, I think it's safe for you to-"
Graham was gone in a flash. Ethan almost suspected he had retained a mutation after all, and it was super speed.
He directed his attention to Chris. "That means you as well. And I would request that in the future you do not leave your room in anything less than at least a pair of trousers."
Chris pouted. "You spoil all the fun. It's not like you haven't seen me naked before." He winked.
"That's-You were in my bathtub!" Ethan cried as Chris sauntered out of the kitchen. He actually managed to sway his hips.
He also managed to pass by Seth one more time on his way upstairs.
"EURGH! ETHAN!"
Ethan sighed, dumping the glass into the garbage bag. Then he took out the kitchen cleaner. He was going to sanitize every inch of this kitchen. Really, it was probably for the best that Brooklyn hadn't seen him. He was merely going to sanitize the area. Brook would have burnt it to the ground.
'Verse: The Effect
Pairing: none
Rating: none
Author's Note: Okay, this is almost cracky, but at the same time, it's something that Chris would, in fact, do. So, not quite crack.
Ethan and Seth belong to guiltycross. Chris and Graham belong to me.
Chris hated towels. He didn't own any. They made more dirty laundry, and Chris hated doing laundry. He also preferred to air dry after showers.
Usually this air drying took place in the privacy of his bedroom. He would sit naked at his computer desk, working on a program or, yes, maybe looking at some porn, and wait until he was dry before he proceeded to change.
But this particular day, Chris wanted a snack. And he really didn't want to have to wait until he was finished air drying to partake of this snack, which would, quite honestly, probably take the form of cereal.
So he went downstairs and into the kitchen, completely nonchalant. He had just managed to grab a bowl from a cabinet when Graham came in to refill his glass of water. The glass, rather unfortunately, slipped right out of his hand and crashed to the floor.
Chris whirled around, his eyes widening in astonishment when he saw the shards of glass littering the floor. "Geez, Graham! I'm barefoot!" he complained.
Graham clapped his hands over his eyes. "You're naked!"
Ethan, who had come hurrying in when he'd heard the sound of glass shattering, came to a sudden halt right outside the kitchen. "Christopher, what are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm just getting some cereal!" Chris said defensively. "Can't a guy eat some cereal around here?"
"You're naked," Ethan pointed out.
"That seems to be everyone's choice of words." He calmly poured himself some Fruit Loops and added a generous splash of milk.
Ethan cleared his throat. "I think we would all appreciate it if you would perhaps put some clothes on."
Chris shrugged, digging in a drawer for a spoon. "Well, Graham's just broken a glass. I can't leave now. What if I step on something?"
Ethan rubbed his forehead. "All right. All right. I'll go get the broom and dustpan." He saw that Graham was only wearing his socks, and standing in the middle of the mess. "Graham, stay there."
"But--!"
"I know," Ethan sighed. "But just stay there. I don't want you getting hurt."
He disappeared from the kitchen, and Chris happily spooned some cereal into his mouth while Graham continued to keep his hands over his eyes.
"Geez, Graham," Chris said, which came out more like 'Eesh Gwam.' He swallowed his Fruit Loops. "You act like you've never seen a naked man before." The noticeable pink tinge on Graham's face soon followed the remark. Chris grinned wickedly. "Well maybe you need a better look."
It was that moment that Seth chose to almost walk into the kitchen. His eyes fell on Chris, who was leaning casually against the counter. His mouth parted ever so slightly, stopping in his tracks. Chris grinned at him, and shoved another spoonful of Fruit Loops into his mouth. Seth turned around briskly.
"ETHAN!" he called out urgently, and hurried away from the room.
"Taking care of it!" Ethan's voice called back, and he appeared a moment later with broom and dustpan in hand, and very carefully began to sweep up the glass shards from the floor. After a moment, he said, very tentatively, "Graham, I'll need you to open your eyes and help me locate any more glass."
"There's a piece," Chris said cheerfully, pointing. He had finished his cereal while Ethan had swept the floor, and turned around to rinse his bowl out in the sink. He bent down to open the dishwasher and placed the bowl and spoon inside. Ethan took in a deep breath. He swept up the piece.
Graham opened his eyes into mere slits and squinted around at the floor, his face scrunched up comically. "I don't see anything," he announced.
"Okay, I think it's safe for you to-"
Graham was gone in a flash. Ethan almost suspected he had retained a mutation after all, and it was super speed.
He directed his attention to Chris. "That means you as well. And I would request that in the future you do not leave your room in anything less than at least a pair of trousers."
Chris pouted. "You spoil all the fun. It's not like you haven't seen me naked before." He winked.
"That's-You were in my bathtub!" Ethan cried as Chris sauntered out of the kitchen. He actually managed to sway his hips.
He also managed to pass by Seth one more time on his way upstairs.
"EURGH! ETHAN!"
Ethan sighed, dumping the glass into the garbage bag. Then he took out the kitchen cleaner. He was going to sanitize every inch of this kitchen. Really, it was probably for the best that Brooklyn hadn't seen him. He was merely going to sanitize the area. Brook would have burnt it to the ground.