// the fable of JC and Chris //

"You know," says JC thoughtfully, as he watches Chris trip over an empty pizza box and sprawl on the floor, "there's an old fable about that."

"What?" Chris' voice is a little muffled - possibly from being pressed into the carpet, JC figures, but it's very indignant sounding, even with the whole muffle-effect thing factored in.

"A fable," JC says again, and he says it slowly, because obviously Chris is having a little trouble hearing. Ooh, maybe Chris has got an inner ear thingy- imbalance? --yeah, that's the word- and it'd certainly explain the falling over part too. And here was JC thinking it was just all the beer they've been drinking. "About," he adds, as Chris gets to his hands and knees and crawls over to him, "a man who falls over a lot. And there's other stuff too, but it's mostly about the falling over. It's really, really good."

Chris snorts then, and JC wonders if he's got a dustbunny up his nose. His cleaning lady has been on holiday for the last week and even though she left JC a phone number for her friend, he keeps forgetting to call it. It's not like his house gets all that untidy anyway- well, unless Joey comes to visit. Or Justin. Or Chris. And hey, Chris is here now…on the floor. JC blinks- how'd Chris get on the floor? He should've asked Lance over, because Lance hardly ever falls down, and he's the tidiest out of everyone. JC loves when Lance comes to visit, because he always looks in JC's fridge, then sighs and then sends someone off to buy a bunch of food, telling JC he can't just keep forgetting to eat. JC has to patiently explain that it's not that he forgets, it's just that he doesn't remember, which is, like, a huge difference. That's usually when Lance starts to roll his eyes and mutter about JC's head being so far in the clouds he's sure he'll be able to see it from outer space. JC tends to nod and smile and go and push random buttons in the studio until the food arrives and Lance has calmed down a little.

"What," Chris says, and JC jumps a little, because hello, it's right in his ear, "is all this about a fable?"

"Oh," says JC, and he has no clue what Chris is talking about. A fable? "Huh?"

Chris sighs, and he sounds so much like Lance that JC's confused for just a moment. "You said something about a really good fable. A man who falls over a lot?"

"I did?" He did? "Oh yes- I did. I was just making it up." He smiles at Chris, and his smile feels a lot wider than usual. Drinking beer makes him smile a lot, and so does Chris, and so when he's drinking beer with Chris, he's constantly smiling. Sometimes JC smiles so much his face starts to hurt, but drinking more beer usually fixes that. Or sometimes he pretends Chris isn't really Chris, but somebody he doesn't like, and that stops him smiling for a bit, until he remembers there's really no-one he doesn't like, and why would he want to pretend Chris wasn't Chris anyway? He really likes Chris, because Chris makes him smile. A lot.

And Chris is right here now, so JC smiles at him some more.

"You're soooo drunk," Chris smiles back, and wow, JC thinks, way to state the obvious. Chris isn't exactly Mr Sober and Responsible himself, what with the falling over and crawling on the floor business he's got going on. JC's about to point out that very thing, but the words get jammed back in his mouth by Chris' tongue, and all that comes out is a soft little "mmmpph" sound. Not quite what he was trying to say, but JC doesn't mind, because who needs to speak when you're being kissed thoroughly and extremely well by Chris? Not him, that's for sure.

So instead he kisses Chris back just as thoroughly (with tongue) because really, it's the least he can do. Chris tastes so nice-- like beer, which is to be expected, and a little spicy too (the pizza, thinks JC), and he makes this contented sound at the back of his throat while JC's kissing him, and that's kinda nice too. When Chris' fingers slide up under the hem of his tshirt and rub small circles against his skin, JC hums happily. There's really no place else he'd rather be, and he takes back what he thought earlier about how he should've asked Lance over instead. He doesn't care that Chris is untidy and messes up his house, and he certainly doesn't mind that Chris falls over and then crawls across the floor to kiss him. He doesn't mind that at all.

"Wow," JC says, when the kiss finally ends, "we should really do that again."

Chris blinks at him, breathless and more than just a little flushed. "Ok," he says happily. And so they do.

JC thinks there might be another old fable about this-- where a man kisses another man, and it's wonderful and perfect and really really good. He'll have to remember to tell Chris later.

Or maybe he'll just make it up as they go along.

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