Pairing: Chris and Justin
Words: lenient; dumpling; smear; appoint


"Do you know how to make apple dumplings?"

"Nope."

"Me either."

Justin shrugs.  Subject over, he's free to do something less
threatening.  Like anything not involving cooking.  "You could ask
Joey.  Or Lance.  They know dumb stuff like that."

"I could.  But I just wanted to know if you knew, so I won't."

"Uh-huh.  You just want me to think you have a plan."

"I have no plan," Chris says.

"I don't believe you," Justin says amiably.

"Fine.  Just smear my reputation, see if I care."

Justin looks around them, then grabs Chris' shirt, pulls it up and
looks under it.  "Sorry, don't see anyone.  You want I should call
someone so I can smear your reputation to them?"

Chris is remarkably lenient and doesn't deck Justin.

"So seriously.  What's your deal?  Or am I better off not knowing
like usual?"

"Probably," Chris replies.

"Okay then."  Justin reaches around Chris, grabs a bottle of water
from the fridge and goes to lounge on the couch.  He starts the
usual hunt for the remote.  Seat cushions, floor, top of the TV...

"Whatcha lookin' for?"

"Remote."

"Oh."  Chris smiles innocently.

"Chris..." Justin says warningly.

"What?"

"Did you hide the remote?"

"Yes."

Justin sighs.  "You're a pain, you know that?"  But he's grinning.

"Yes."

Justin sets the water down on the floor and comes over to Chris. 
"I swear.  If I didn't know better, I'd say you're flirting with
me."  And he sticks his hands in Chris' pockets.

Chris's eyes go wide.  "Me?"

"Yeah, you."  Justin keeps the groping to the minimum, but isn't
even a little surprised when he comes up with the remote.  "Happy
now?"  He kisses Chris on the nose and goes back to the couch.

Chris sits by Justin.  "I'm going to appoint you my official
searcher."

"Yeah?  Why's that?"  Justin turns sideways and stretches out his
legs over Chris' lap.

"You're nice about it."

"I dunno.  No handjob.  How can you call that nice?"

"You'll give me one later?" Chris suggests.

Justin regards Chris under lowered eyelashes.  "You want one?"

"Yep.  I'll give you one first, if you want."

"I dunno.  You might chicken out and run away.  I should probably
do you first."

"'Kay."

Justin considers Chris.  "'Course, y'know.  Since you were flirting
with me and all, maybe I should go a little bit further."  He gives
Chris a wicked grin and stands up.

Chris watches appreciatively.

Justin turns to Chris and pushes his knees apart, then kneels down
between them.  He gives Chris a look, before tugging Chris down and
forward.

Chris reaches out, stroking Justin's short hair.  "You're so sexy,
baby."

Justin rolls his eyes.  "And you're sooo subtle.  We coulda been
doing this a while ago."  He unzips Chris and pulls him out.  "Any
last words?"

"Justin Timberlake is God?"

Justin laughs and sucks Chris into his mouth.