The thing is, Brendon had been saving it. They dint buy chocolate milk all the time so he was waiting for the perfect opportunity, the perfect meal to have it with.
So when he woke up one morning to find that Spencer was drinking the last of it straight from the bottle he did the only thing he could think of. In the space of a moment he pushed Spencer against the counter and kissed him, forcing his mouth open so he could steal the last of the chocolate milk straight from Spencer's mouth.
It really wasn’t what he was expecting. It didn’t taste like chocolate milk should taste, but it wasn’t bad. He pulled away and kissed Spencer again, innocent this time, a peck on the lips.
"What...?" Spencer started, "that was kind of weird."
"I was saving that," Brendon said, like it should be obvious. He didn’t move away from Spencer, his hands still on Spencer's hips, Spencer's hands on the edge of the bench, holding them up.
"We could always get more," Spencer said, thoughtfully.
"More?" Brendon asked.
"So you don’t have to save it..." Spencer said, still in a faint voice, "we can get a lot; we can do a lot of things with it."
"Like milkshakes?" Brendon asked, though he recognised that look in Spencer’s eye. Milkshakes didn’t figure anywhere in that look.
"And other things..."
Spencer shifted, ever so slightly, and Brendon knew for sure.
"Should I go to the store now? Or later?" he asked, teasingly.
"Fuck, let’s go back to bed."
Brendon let Spencer push and pull him to the bedroom. He figured there are more important things than chocolate milk, and they can always just get more later.
The end.
Spencer is easy like me. Under 300 words \o/ no compulsion to extend it at all! you're move :P
edited to add... a drabble!
The thing is, Brendon had been saving it. They dint buy chocolate milk all the time so he was waiting for the perfect opportunity, the perfect meal to have it with.
So when he woke up one morning to find that Spencer was drinking the last of it straight from the bottle he did the only thing he could think of. In the space of a moment he pushed Spencer against the counter and kissed him, forcing his mouth open so he could steal the last of the chocolate milk straight from Spencer's mouth.
It really wasn’t what he was expecting. It didn’t taste like chocolate milk should taste, but it wasn’t bad. He pulled away and kissed Spencer again, innocent this time, a peck on the lips.
"What...?" Spencer started, "that was kind of weird."
"I was saving that," Brendon said, like it should be obvious. He didn’t move away from Spencer, his hands still on Spencer's hips, Spencer's hands on the edge of the bench, holding them up.
"We could always get more," Spencer said, thoughtfully.
"More?" Brendon asked.
"So you don’t have to save it..." Spencer said, still in a faint voice, "we can get a lot; we can do a lot of things with it."
"Like milkshakes?" Brendon asked, though he recognised that look in Spencer’s eye. Milkshakes didn’t figure anywhere in that look.
"And other things..."
Spencer shifted, ever so slightly, and Brendon knew for sure.
"Should I go to the store now? Or later?" he asked, teasingly.
"Fuck, let’s go back to bed."
Brendon let Spencer push and pull him to the bedroom. He figured there are more important things than chocolate milk, and they can always just get more later.
The end.
Spencer is easy like me. Under 300 words \o/ no compulsion to extend it at all! you're move :P
(also sorry if i spammed your mail /o\)