14: africa, allegory, alvin and the chimpunks

by Chris J

Chris slipped into his sweat pants and slapped his old walkman on before heading out the door and into the yard to stretch. It was his favorite time of day--a couple hours before the rest of the guys would be up so he could burn off some energy without having to deal with all the 'hyper' cracks he always got from them.

He was sitting on the ground, his legs spread, leaning forwards to stretch out his legs and back and singing along with the tape. "I bless the rains down in Africa / Gonna take some time to do the things we never had." Suddenly he felt the headphones being slipped off his ears, and turned his head to see what was going on.

"Whatcha listening to?" asked Justin, crouching next to him in just a T-shirt and boxers. He put the headphones to his own ears for a moment, then handed them back wordlessly.

"Toto," said Chris, reaching around to stop the tape as he realized Justin wasn't going anywhere.

"Who?" asked Justin, frowning slightly.

"Toto," repeated Chris. "They were popular in the 80s. What are you doing up?"

"Ah," replied Justin with a grin. "Showing your age again, are you?"

Chris whapped Justin on the knee. "They're good. You should broaden your musical horizons, kiddo." Using Justin's leg to hoist himself up, Chris got to his feet and rotated his shoulders, cringing as one of them popped.

"Hey, you weren't calling me 'kiddo' last night, old man," joked Justin, reaching out to touch the small of Chris' back lightly. "And I like my horizons just fine where they are."

"Listening to 'hit me baby one more time' isn't exactly a broad horizon, Just," said Chris, leaning into his touch and smiling.

"It's an allegory," he protested. "For, uh, the centuries of oppression of women..." He took in Chris' skeptical look and grinned sheepishly. "You're not buying this, are you?"

"Not a word,' said Chris. "Listen...I need to go for my run, Just, or I'm gonna be a nightmare in the studio later. Are you coming or staying behind?"

"I need breakfast," he admitted. "I wouldn't even be up but I rolled over and you weren't there..." He trailed off and pouted prettily, waiting for Chris to notice.

"You'll have to get used to it," said Chris, laughing and kissing his boyfriend lightly. "I do this every morning. Don't worry...I'll be back soon. If you're lucky maybe I'll crawl back into bed with you."

Justin wrinkled his nose. "If I'm really lucky, maybe you'll shower first."

"If you're really, really lucky," said Chris. "I'll let you shower with me." He let his hand trail down Justin's body, then suddenly cupped his growing erection in one hand, squeezing gently. Justin let out a high-pitched yelp, and Chris had to laugh. "You missed your calling, Just. You could have sung with Alvin and the Chipmunks."

"Who?" said Justin, pushing Chris' hand away.

Chris groaned and rolled his eyes. "God, you're young," he said.

"You like me that way," said Justin with a grin, kissing him one last time. "I'm gonna get some cereal. You promise to be back soon?"

"I promise," said Chris, putting his headphones back on. "Love you, Justin."

"Love you too, Chris," he said, and watched as his lover took off out of the yard and down the street.

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