Merry Chris-mas (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 3 - So much for faze 1

Dedicated to purpleyonder for being awesomely random, and giving me my new favourite word: MARSHMELLOWNESS!!! >.< Aha, and she was also the one that's been wanting me to update quickly. So, here it is, purpleyonder! :D

Ok, so firstly, I'M REALLY SORRY THAT I HAVEN'T UPLOADED IN AWHILE!!! I was busy with my recovery, and I had lots of work to catch up on -_- so, sorry again. Ah, and then there was school... don't even go there... ugh.

Secondly, the following and the next chapter (I wrote them both at the same time), will be kind of sloppy. Why? It's because I can't concentrate right now very well, but since I owe it to you guys, I finished this.

On a lighter note, THANK YOU ALL FOR THE FANS~! Ah, I'm so happy about that! :3 Oh, and I have over a 1,000 reads on my twincest oneshot! Wah, I nearly died when I saw that xD It means so much to me that people actually read what a newbie like me writes <3

Anyways, on with the chapter!

Enjoy~ <3

~(U^U)~

Ross' POV

Flicking the lock to the door closed, I watched in satisfaction as Chris looked at me with curiosity. Slowly, I advanced towards him. My steps were like a predators; slow, yet clad with anticipation.

Oooh, I feel like a tiger. Heh, I'm one feisty kitty!

Smirking at my inner thoughts - my feet still moving towards Chris - I carefully began untying the tie that had previously been slung on carelessly around my somewhat small neck. The object in mind would prove useful in the thing I want to do.

Heh, such a bad, bad kitty.

Chris, seemingly realising what I wanted to do, gulped loudly as I finally reached him.

"Hmmm, such delicious looking skin." I mumbled distractedly, eyeing up his neck as well as preparing for my assault.

Chris looked like he was about to say something (probably to ask what I was doing), but all notion of it was cut off when I reached out my empty hand tentavily and pushed his body further back until, finally, the hunky looking torso landed onto the bed behind him with a soft thud.

How I managed to push that nicely built body over, I'll never know.

"Ross, what exactly are you doing?" Chris asked slowly, watching me warily as I crawled across the bed towards him. The expensive tie was now hanging defensively between my teeth since I needed both hands to crawl over Chris body, and I must say that if Chris was doing this to me, I would've wet my pants with joy.

"Hmm, I don't know what you mean." I chuckled innocently, removing the tie from my mouth and gripping it in my hands. Damn thing doesn't taste nice. Chris, who had said nothing more, looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "What?" I whined, annoyed that he was still looking smug even though I was crawling on top of him - with a tie in my hands! For all he knows I could be about to rape his mofo ass! Yeah, I said it; Mofo. Ass.

He still didn't answer, just laid there with a silent grin on his face. Che, baby gunna get it bad.

By now I was where I wanted to be, and so I stopped moving. My legs rested carelessly around his waist - barely touching, but still close enough to the tight confinements of his dress pants.  And even though I really wanted to grip hold of him and hump him dry, poor little me resisted the urge and instead settled for sitting on his waist - tie still in hand.

Aah, humping him dry sounds like a good option now. What? I'm a teenage boy, get over it! My poor unicorn juice will have to wait to be unleashed. Ha, juice.