Corazon
You look good like this, Orlando thought, and then because the sun was
warming his skin and because his pina colada was dripping condensation onto his
fingers and because no one else was around to hear, he decided to go ahead and
say it out loud.
He got a chunk of pineapple thrown at him for his trouble.
"Well," he said, wiping at the sticky patch on his chest, "that's done it. You're
not getting any of this sweet, sweet action tonight."
JC snorted and hitched his towel higher on his legs. "I'm not getting any?
Man, like this I look good?"
"You always look good," Orlando amended, and by way of apology he plucked JC's
hand up and brought it to his lips for a chastened, humble kiss. JC sniffed, but
a smile was quirking the corners of his mouth, and when his hand was released, he
curved the back of it around Orlando's cheek, pale fingernails grazing the curve
of Orlando's cheekbones, thumb along the edge of his jaw.
"I always look good for you."
"And I appreciate that," Orlando said solemnly. "But really, how can drab little
me with pineapple juice on his chest hope to retain your affections? It plagues
me, Chasez."
"Gracious," JC said dryly, "we wouldn't want you to be plagued." And before
Orlando knew it, JC was kneeling by his side, a firm hand on Orlando's bicep to
hold him in place, and his tongue tracing shapes over Orlando's heart.