AI - You (That's All I Want)
You (That's All I Want)
american idol. chris richardson/blake lewis. 777 words. PG.
“Are there no clocks in Bothell? And no, it’s not time yet. We have another minute and fifteen seconds.”
Written For: sohostreets
Prompt: Blake and Chris open their gifts, from each other, at Midnight on Christmas
Posted Originally: cakeficexchange
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“What time is it there?”
“About…three minutes and forty seconds from the last time you asked me,” Chris responded patiently as he scanned over the digital display of his watch. He traced imaginary patterns between his freckles with his tired eyes.
“You know I appreciate you doing this for me.”
“Of course,” Chris said, but his words were overshadowed by a giant yawn. “If this is how we have to spend Christmas together, then it’s no problem.”
”But it’s already been Christmas there for…two hours and fifty seven minutes.”
“Your point?”
”I know how much you love your beauty sleep.”
“I don’t get any beauty sleep. I rest in a very manly manner,” Chris bristled back, playing with the hem of the plaid blanket covering his legs. He had a memory flash of his mom giving it to Michelle, and now here he was on Christmas Eve (or rather, 2:57…no, 2:58 am on Christmas morning) sitting upright on the bed in his sister’s guest room as he was waiting for it to be Christmas on the other side of the country.
“Oh yes, very manly. So manly that your snores keep the entire tour bus awake.”
“That was only the one time! I started sleeping on my stomach after that,” Chris replied and he heard a soft chuckle, followed by a few quiet tccccchk-ing noises.
”So…is it time yet?”
“Are there no clocks in Bothell? And no, it’s not time yet. We have another minute and fifteen seconds.”
“See, why would I need to get up, put on pants, and go look at a clock when you’ll just tell me the answer anyway?”
“Maybe I just won’t tell you next time you…wait. You’re not wearing pants?”
”Yes Chris. You are talking to your boyfriend, who has made his dislike for pants very clear. In your presence, I might add, many, many times. Has it really been that long since I’ve seen you? Have you forgotten all about me?”
“No one could ever forget you, trust me,” Chris laughed as he glanced down at his watch. “Hey, guess what?”
”It’s present time?!”
“Fuck yeah!”
The next few moments, the two men could hear the rustling of wrapping paper on each end of their phones. Chris carefully ran his fingers under the taped seam of the dark green paper and slid the top of the box off as he cradled his phone between his ear and his shoulder.
”Oh wow man…this is great!”
“Your gift too,” Chris answered happily, sifting through the contents of the box. A new striped fedora, a Led Zeppelin book of songs for the guitar, a pack of blank cds, and a couple of seashell shaped soaps that made him laugh. “Are these the soaps from that hotel-“
”The very same. Make sure you take a picture to send to Jordin.”
They both laughed and Chris was filled with the delight that came from sharing an inside joke with one of his favorite people. He moved the box so it sat on the floor next to the bed and he twirled his new fedora on his finger as he stretched out to lie along the length of the cushy mattress.
“I love my presents man, thank you so much.”
”You’re welcome. But dude, your present rocks so much, I don’t even know where to begin. This kick ass plaid scarf…god, it even smells like Virginia. The cookies; are these the ones your mom made when she visited?”
“Yeah, she made sure to throw them in.”
”Oh my god, I just saw the unicorn stickers.”
“Ethan thought you’d like those when he came to visit in Alabama. You should’ve seen the look on the salesman’s face when the two of us were at the counter.”
”My bouncy ball! I thought I lost this!”
“Okay, so I don’t have a romantic story for that,” Chris admitted, resting his fedora on his chest. He watched it rise and fall with each breath as he changed his phone from one hand to the other. “I could make one up, but the truth is I stole it when we became roommates. I figured it was time to give it back.”
“(laughs) Now that I’m 3,000 miles away and you can’t hear me bang it against the wall every night?”
“Yeah, something like that,” Chris smiled back and he swore he heard a dull thudding sound on the other end of the line. “Oh my god, you’re doing it, aren’t you?”
”Yeah, try and escape me, bitch.” A couple more dull thuds and he swore his heart hurt when the sound went away. ”Merry Christmas, Chris.”
“Merry Christmas, Blake.”
american idol. chris richardson/blake lewis. 777 words. PG.
“Are there no clocks in Bothell? And no, it’s not time yet. We have another minute and fifteen seconds.”
Written For: sohostreets
Prompt: Blake and Chris open their gifts, from each other, at Midnight on Christmas
Posted Originally: cakeficexchange
--
“What time is it there?”
“About…three minutes and forty seconds from the last time you asked me,” Chris responded patiently as he scanned over the digital display of his watch. He traced imaginary patterns between his freckles with his tired eyes.
“You know I appreciate you doing this for me.”
“Of course,” Chris said, but his words were overshadowed by a giant yawn. “If this is how we have to spend Christmas together, then it’s no problem.”
”But it’s already been Christmas there for…two hours and fifty seven minutes.”
“Your point?”
”I know how much you love your beauty sleep.”
“I don’t get any beauty sleep. I rest in a very manly manner,” Chris bristled back, playing with the hem of the plaid blanket covering his legs. He had a memory flash of his mom giving it to Michelle, and now here he was on Christmas Eve (or rather, 2:57…no, 2:58 am on Christmas morning) sitting upright on the bed in his sister’s guest room as he was waiting for it to be Christmas on the other side of the country.
“Oh yes, very manly. So manly that your snores keep the entire tour bus awake.”
“That was only the one time! I started sleeping on my stomach after that,” Chris replied and he heard a soft chuckle, followed by a few quiet tccccchk-ing noises.
”So…is it time yet?”
“Are there no clocks in Bothell? And no, it’s not time yet. We have another minute and fifteen seconds.”
“See, why would I need to get up, put on pants, and go look at a clock when you’ll just tell me the answer anyway?”
“Maybe I just won’t tell you next time you…wait. You’re not wearing pants?”
”Yes Chris. You are talking to your boyfriend, who has made his dislike for pants very clear. In your presence, I might add, many, many times. Has it really been that long since I’ve seen you? Have you forgotten all about me?”
“No one could ever forget you, trust me,” Chris laughed as he glanced down at his watch. “Hey, guess what?”
”It’s present time?!”
“Fuck yeah!”
The next few moments, the two men could hear the rustling of wrapping paper on each end of their phones. Chris carefully ran his fingers under the taped seam of the dark green paper and slid the top of the box off as he cradled his phone between his ear and his shoulder.
”Oh wow man…this is great!”
“Your gift too,” Chris answered happily, sifting through the contents of the box. A new striped fedora, a Led Zeppelin book of songs for the guitar, a pack of blank cds, and a couple of seashell shaped soaps that made him laugh. “Are these the soaps from that hotel-“
”The very same. Make sure you take a picture to send to Jordin.”
They both laughed and Chris was filled with the delight that came from sharing an inside joke with one of his favorite people. He moved the box so it sat on the floor next to the bed and he twirled his new fedora on his finger as he stretched out to lie along the length of the cushy mattress.
“I love my presents man, thank you so much.”
”You’re welcome. But dude, your present rocks so much, I don’t even know where to begin. This kick ass plaid scarf…god, it even smells like Virginia. The cookies; are these the ones your mom made when she visited?”
“Yeah, she made sure to throw them in.”
”Oh my god, I just saw the unicorn stickers.”
“Ethan thought you’d like those when he came to visit in Alabama. You should’ve seen the look on the salesman’s face when the two of us were at the counter.”
”My bouncy ball! I thought I lost this!”
“Okay, so I don’t have a romantic story for that,” Chris admitted, resting his fedora on his chest. He watched it rise and fall with each breath as he changed his phone from one hand to the other. “I could make one up, but the truth is I stole it when we became roommates. I figured it was time to give it back.”
“(laughs) Now that I’m 3,000 miles away and you can’t hear me bang it against the wall every night?”
“Yeah, something like that,” Chris smiled back and he swore he heard a dull thudding sound on the other end of the line. “Oh my god, you’re doing it, aren’t you?”
”Yeah, try and escape me, bitch.” A couple more dull thuds and he swore his heart hurt when the sound went away. ”Merry Christmas, Chris.”
“Merry Christmas, Blake.”