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Surprises
Lance is making sandwiches when he hears Chris start to creep up behind him. Over the years he’s gotten pretty tuned to listening for Chris’ stealth attempts. Because they’re always bad, but he always lets Chris think he’s getting away with it.
Besides, Lance can see Chris’ reflection in the window above the sink.
He bites his lip, trying to hold back a smile, and manages to assemble the first sandwich before he feels fingers slide down his back. He can’t suppress a shiver.
“Chris!” he exclaims as he whirls around He’s met with a huge grin and Lance smiles back, but he’s still holding the sharp knife in his hand when he does.
Backing off with a laugh, Chris holds up his hands in front of his chest. “Its okay, Lance. Put down the sharp objects. I thought we’d disposed of all of those.”
Lance rolls his eyes. “You’re such a dork, Chris.” He sets the knife in the sink and leans back against the counter. Chris steps closer.
“But I’m your dork.” He leans in and fits their lips together for a quick kiss before reaching around Lance and stealing the plate with the sandwich on it and jogging away backwards.
“Ha ha! I’ve captured this sandwich and must inspect it for bombs,” he says before taking a huge bite of the sandwich.
“That one was yours anyway.”
Chris holds up his hand. “Don’t try to discourage me. There may be something explosive in this one corner.” He takes another bite.
“Seriously, Chris. You’re the biggest dork alive.”
Chris grins. “I know. But you love me anyway.”
“I do. Now, hurry up and eat. I want to show you something,” Lance says with a mysterious smile. And then he turns back towards the counter and starts to clean up. He doesn’t really expect to be able to make his own sandwich after saying that, because Chris is impatient when tempted with things and Lance knows it.
He smiles secretly to himself and counts. Because it will only be a matter of seconds until Chris has wolfed his sandwich down and pounces again. Thankfully, he’s not holding anything glass when Chris springs on him because it would have just broken when it fell.
Chris’ fingers dig into the most ticklish part of Lance’s stomach. It’s really unfair that he’s had so many damn years to perfect his tickling techniques and Lance has never gotten over being so damn ticklish.
Lance lets out the most embarrassing, breathy squeal and it’s all he can do to not fall helplessly to the ground. But of course, when there’s only a little reaction, Chris has to put more of himself into it.
He isn’t really surprised when he ends up sprawled beneath Chris on the kitchen floor. Lance should have expected it. Giggling is so undignified. By the time Chris has let up a little, tears are running down Lance’s face and they’re both laughing so hard that it’s truly hard to breathe.
“Chris,” Lance starts, before he’s cut off by a hand covering his mouth.
“Shhhh. I don’t know what you wanted to show me. It was probably some boring spreadsheet you’ve been working on that has something to do with household expenses and a good way to save money using grocery coupons or something.”
It had been a spreadsheet. But it was mostly about dates and times of things they had to do for the next couple of weeks. Lance lets his eyes go wide, and he licks Chris’ palm.
“That’s not going to stop me. I want to see something else.” And then Lance feels the hand that isn’t covering his mouth start to smooth down his chest. He’s half afraid the thing Chris wants to see is him in hysterics, but then the hand cups his burgeoning erection.
Oh. Well, Chris can see that any time he wants to. Lance groans and arches up towards the hand. He tries to say something, but his muffled words don’t sound like anything except weird noises.
But it isn’t like it matters because Chris knows exactly what Lance likes and wants. He doesn’t *have* to say a word. It only takes a few seconds for Chris to get Lance’s pants unbuttoned and unzipped.
Thankfully, Chris moves his hand away from Lance’s mouth to more interesting things below and Lance leans up on his elbows to watch. Chris’ smiling face looks up at him before bending to lick across the head of his cock.
Lance moans and his knees shake. He tries to keep his eyes open, tries to watch the beautiful way Chris looks when he takes the head of Lance’s cock into his mouth, but then he does that thing with his tongue that always makes Lance scream and he can’t keep his eyes open anymore.
Warm, wet heat surrounds him, just enough suction and friction for Lance to forget that he is spread out on the kitchen floor. “God, Chris,” he moans, the words sounding like they echoed off the walls. The acoustics in this room were always horrible.
Fingers slide across Lance’s thigh, up towards his balls. Cool, smooth fingers that are just teasing him. Chris backs off and chuckles when Lance groans. “You’re such a tease.”
Chris’ lips cover his own again, and Lance languishes in the taste and feel of him. The hint of himself deep inside Chris’ mouth just makes him crazy.
They aren’t even naked. Lance is still pretty much fully dressed, except for where Chris undid his pants and his shirt is rucked up a little. Chris is still buttoned and everything. It’s so unfair. Lance likes skin. He likes the feel of them together.
He pushes at the hem of Chris’ t-shirt, pulling it off and tossing it across the tile. He doesn’t even care where it lands. His shaking fingers start to fumble with his own buttons and he doesn’t get half way down before Chris takes over and then they’re chest to chest just like Lance wanted.
Chris answers his groan with one of his own before pushing Lance back to the floor and starting to leave a trail of kisses leading right to Lance’s cock. “Please, Chris,” Lance manages to choke out.
And this time, Chris stops teasing. He licks a stripe down Lance’s cock and then takes it in his mouth, sucking it down.
Lance is never satisfied. Now he wants to thrust. Thankfully, Chris is holding him down, his hands wrapped around Lance’s hips, pressing him to the floor. That somehow makes it hotter.
So much pleasure, so much hotness and Lance can’t hold back anymore. “Chris, fuck,” he whimpers as the tingling sensations wind around his spine and he finally comes.
When he opens his eyes, Chris is smiling down at him. He leans in for a kiss before saying, “Come on. Didn’t you have something to show me?”
Lance just pants and shakes his head. “Not important. You should fuck me instead. I’d rather see that.”
Chris grins. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
Lance nods and accepts Chris’ hand to help him to his feet.
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