It's Gonna Be May Challenge!
I might not have had a computer for the past week but nothing was stopping me from getting my ficlet done!
It had been hours. Like. Ten billion and five hours. Okay, so that was an exaggeration, but it felt like ten billion and five hours to Chris. How long could someone lay out in the sun anyway? It wasn’t like Chris hadn’t ever sunbathed; he had. He usually came out looking redder then a lobster though and had quickly learned to give up on his dream of being a bronze god. But Lance…Lance had been out there for…Forever!
Well, it was probably it a little less then forever, but not by much! It had been at least half of forever, and Chris couldn’t stay inside another minute watching more crappy reruns of My Sweet Sixteen on MTV (he had seen them all already.)
When he had called up Lance to tell the other he was visiting the last thing he had planned on doing was sitting inside while Lance got his tan on. His own boredom was eating away at his brain, and he really needed his brain sometimes. Like right now, when trying to decide if it would be better to throw a bucket of ice on Lance or a bucket of iced tea. Ice had the cold shock value going for it. The tea was warmer but had the sticky factor. Lance wasn’t really a fan of being sticky.
In the end the ice won out. If he was going to throw something on Lance he wanted it to really surprise him, not just get him wet and probably attract every bee in the area. So compared to bees the ice thing seemed like a really good idea. Really good.
“Mother fu- CHRIS!”
Apparently Lance didn’t think so.
“What the hell?” Lance snapped, sitting up from the lounger, swiping off his sunglasses, and glaring at Chris.
Chris just grinned a little at him, trying not to look startled, because 90% of his brain knew Lance would be pissed. The other 10%, which was not the sanest part of his brain, had imagined Lance thanking him for the cool down with a very long deep kiss.
“You looked hot.” Chris told him, making a small meaningless gesture with his hand.
“Yeah, I’m tanning. That kind of goes with lying out in the sun.”
“Well, it’s better then iced tea.” Chris said, trying to explain it away.
“What?” Lance asked, now just looking thoroughly confused.
“The tea would have made you all sticky. I know you hate being sticky. I probably would have had to try and lick it all off you before it dried, because all of your towels are dirty. You should probably get on the laundry by the way…I mean, you do have a guest staying with you and all.” He pointed to himself, continuing his ramblings. “Hygiene is important y’know. Well, I know you know. You’re like Mr. Zest Fully Clean. If that existed, and if it-“
“Chris…shut up. Please.” Lance groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Will you just get me a towel?”
“That’s the problem with this relationship, Lance.” Chris said, making fake sniffling noises. “You never listen to me. I just told you that you were out of towels.”
Lance’s brow furrowed a bit, “Did you?”
Chris nodded.
Lance sighed. “Fine, I guess you’ll just have to find a more creative way to dry me off.” He said, arching an eyebrow and making his way back to the patio doors. “That tongue thing didn’t sound so bad, by the way.”
And Chris caught that glimpse of a grin as Lance turned to walk inside. So maybe iced tea would have worked, but he was still thrilled he had gone with the ice. And maybe he couldn’t help mumbling “ice ice baby…” as he walked in after Lance.
It had been hours. Like. Ten billion and five hours. Okay, so that was an exaggeration, but it felt like ten billion and five hours to Chris. How long could someone lay out in the sun anyway? It wasn’t like Chris hadn’t ever sunbathed; he had. He usually came out looking redder then a lobster though and had quickly learned to give up on his dream of being a bronze god. But Lance…Lance had been out there for…Forever!
Well, it was probably it a little less then forever, but not by much! It had been at least half of forever, and Chris couldn’t stay inside another minute watching more crappy reruns of My Sweet Sixteen on MTV (he had seen them all already.)
When he had called up Lance to tell the other he was visiting the last thing he had planned on doing was sitting inside while Lance got his tan on. His own boredom was eating away at his brain, and he really needed his brain sometimes. Like right now, when trying to decide if it would be better to throw a bucket of ice on Lance or a bucket of iced tea. Ice had the cold shock value going for it. The tea was warmer but had the sticky factor. Lance wasn’t really a fan of being sticky.
In the end the ice won out. If he was going to throw something on Lance he wanted it to really surprise him, not just get him wet and probably attract every bee in the area. So compared to bees the ice thing seemed like a really good idea. Really good.
“Mother fu- CHRIS!”
Apparently Lance didn’t think so.
“What the hell?” Lance snapped, sitting up from the lounger, swiping off his sunglasses, and glaring at Chris.
Chris just grinned a little at him, trying not to look startled, because 90% of his brain knew Lance would be pissed. The other 10%, which was not the sanest part of his brain, had imagined Lance thanking him for the cool down with a very long deep kiss.
“You looked hot.” Chris told him, making a small meaningless gesture with his hand.
“Yeah, I’m tanning. That kind of goes with lying out in the sun.”
“Well, it’s better then iced tea.” Chris said, trying to explain it away.
“What?” Lance asked, now just looking thoroughly confused.
“The tea would have made you all sticky. I know you hate being sticky. I probably would have had to try and lick it all off you before it dried, because all of your towels are dirty. You should probably get on the laundry by the way…I mean, you do have a guest staying with you and all.” He pointed to himself, continuing his ramblings. “Hygiene is important y’know. Well, I know you know. You’re like Mr. Zest Fully Clean. If that existed, and if it-“
“Chris…shut up. Please.” Lance groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Will you just get me a towel?”
“That’s the problem with this relationship, Lance.” Chris said, making fake sniffling noises. “You never listen to me. I just told you that you were out of towels.”
Lance’s brow furrowed a bit, “Did you?”
Chris nodded.
Lance sighed. “Fine, I guess you’ll just have to find a more creative way to dry me off.” He said, arching an eyebrow and making his way back to the patio doors. “That tongue thing didn’t sound so bad, by the way.”
And Chris caught that glimpse of a grin as Lance turned to walk inside. So maybe iced tea would have worked, but he was still thrilled he had gone with the ice. And maybe he couldn’t help mumbling “ice ice baby…” as he walked in after Lance.