Stars and comets and cottage cheese
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charisstomaTitle: Stars and comets and cottage cheese
Author: charisstoma
Rating: G/PG for sheep
Summary: We’ve all been there (well me anyway) when our self image doesn’t measure up and we need some reassurance. #10 in the 'He really should have known..' series.
Word count: 395
“Stars and comets and cottage cheese,” he muttered while looking in the mirror. He really should have known. A laugh made him stop and glare at the reflection of Evan who lounged against the doorway.
“Okay, I’ll ask. I know that stars and comets are omens, but what does cottage cheese have in common with them?”
“Stars and comets and cottage cheese,” was said with the thinly disguised patience one would give an aggravating 8 year old, “are predictors of the future. If you see cottage cheese in the fridge you know that there’s summer and dieting in the future.”
Evan smirked, “but baby I love the way you fill my hands when I hold you.”
“You mean my ass,” was said in disgust. “You’d love my ass even if it was the size of a full grown sheep, as long as you could get in it.” The amused face of his lover was his answer he supposed and in retrospect sheep was probably not a good example considering what ‘some perverted people‘ did with sheep.
Strong hands slid around to fit themselves over hip bones. “I loved the way you bleated for me last night,” was purred low in his ear and a kiss followed down the line of throat to come to an end with a nip at his collar bone.
See, that was the problem. No one should be able to say what Evan did and not get punched. Chris was never in any doubt that he was loved or that Evan loved having him in his bed or anywhere else for that matter but when he made comments like that.. Would it kill Evan to say, just once, out plain that he loved him? Sighing he shook his head at himself, perhaps Evan was saying it but in Evan speak.
Looking over again at the once was full but now was half empty large red heart-shaped box of Valentine’s candy that had mysteriously appeared yesterday, Chris sighed again and went back to looking in the mirror. Turning sideways to try to get a backend perspective he plaintively asked, “Do you think my ass looks big?”
“My love,” was said with a kiss for emphasis, “you and your ass will always look perfect to me even if you do get as big as a full grown sheep.”
'He really should have known'..and punched him anyway.
Author: charisstoma
Rating: G/PG for sheep
Summary: We’ve all been there (well me anyway) when our self image doesn’t measure up and we need some reassurance. #10 in the 'He really should have known..' series.
Word count: 395
“Stars and comets and cottage cheese,” he muttered while looking in the mirror. He really should have known. A laugh made him stop and glare at the reflection of Evan who lounged against the doorway.
“Okay, I’ll ask. I know that stars and comets are omens, but what does cottage cheese have in common with them?”
“Stars and comets and cottage cheese,” was said with the thinly disguised patience one would give an aggravating 8 year old, “are predictors of the future. If you see cottage cheese in the fridge you know that there’s summer and dieting in the future.”
Evan smirked, “but baby I love the way you fill my hands when I hold you.”
“You mean my ass,” was said in disgust. “You’d love my ass even if it was the size of a full grown sheep, as long as you could get in it.” The amused face of his lover was his answer he supposed and in retrospect sheep was probably not a good example considering what ‘some perverted people‘ did with sheep.
Strong hands slid around to fit themselves over hip bones. “I loved the way you bleated for me last night,” was purred low in his ear and a kiss followed down the line of throat to come to an end with a nip at his collar bone.
See, that was the problem. No one should be able to say what Evan did and not get punched. Chris was never in any doubt that he was loved or that Evan loved having him in his bed or anywhere else for that matter but when he made comments like that.. Would it kill Evan to say, just once, out plain that he loved him? Sighing he shook his head at himself, perhaps Evan was saying it but in Evan speak.
Looking over again at the once was full but now was half empty large red heart-shaped box of Valentine’s candy that had mysteriously appeared yesterday, Chris sighed again and went back to looking in the mirror. Turning sideways to try to get a backend perspective he plaintively asked, “Do you think my ass looks big?”
“My love,” was said with a kiss for emphasis, “you and your ass will always look perfect to me even if you do get as big as a full grown sheep.”
'He really should have known'..and punched him anyway.
