Big Book of Hatsome One Shots

All My Friends And Lovers (N)

TW: RPS, Sexual Content

~Chapter One: Shine Like The Sun

Alex squeezed the controller in his hands with a strangled scream. He just kept losing.

"This makes my head hurt," he groaned.

"Aww Smith." Chris refrained from whooping as he finally, finally finished the race.

"When you invited me up to visit, I thought 'oh nice we'll play some games, have some drinks and it will be so relaxing," Alex said. He leaned over and snatched the controller out of Chris' hands and began to mock strangle him. "But this is torture! This is worse than being at work! You're a monster!" They were both laughing hard now, Chris trying to pull Alex's hands away from his neck. Surprising his taller friend with a foot right into his hip, Chris managed to knock Alex right over the edge of the bed. He made quite a thump.

"I invite you to my lovely room, in this lovely house, to play my games and drink my drinks and this is how you repay me." Chris shook his finger with mock sternness at Alex.

"Speaking of."

"Oh and now you want a drink?"

"Uh huh." Alex nodded and grinned, arranging himself comfortably with his feet up on the bed. Chris rolled his eyes.

When he got back up to his room with another beer and another glass of coke that Alex would ruin with whiskey, he heard the familiar sound of Skype booting up on the computer.

"Thanks mate." He handed Alex the glass and sat down at his desk. "Let's bug Ross, shall we?"

~

"It is too bad you're not here," Smith said. He had draped himself over the back of Chris' chair and shoulders during the conversation.

"If you tickle me one more time Smith, I will smother you in your sleep," Chris muttered. Behind his head Alex mouthed "he loves it" with a wink. Ross laughed.

"Well, don't do anything I wouldn't do-"

Chris sighed.

"Why did you say that to him?"

Ross smirked, eyebrows up in great amusement.

"I know exactly what you would do, you filthy bastard," Alex said, practically in Chris' ear. Ross caught his breath as Alex moved to kiss Chris' neck.

"Yes," Ross breathed out. "Well, something." He full screened the video chat to better watch. One of Alex's hands pulled at Chris' hair, pulling his head back. Ross shifted in his chair.

"Smith, you are the worst," Chris said with a grimace. "Stop slobbering all over me." He pushed Alex's head away, still making faces at him. "Look at what I have to put up with Ross! Save me!"

"What, me?" Ross laughed again, feeling something tighten in the pit of his stomach as he watched Smith toss his head and run a hand through his unruly hair. Alex seemed to feel his attention through the screen.

"Think about that when you go to bed tonight, Ross." He winked again. A hint of flush colored Ross' cheeks.

"Thanks for that then."

"Go to bed Ross and please try not to think about me when you're touching yourself." Trott pushed at Smith. "If I don't murder Smith in the night, we'll record some stuff tomorrow yeah?"

"Yeah," Ross agreed. "Sweet dreams. Try not to murder. Or die. Or whatever."

Smith waved enthusiastically until Ross signed off. He sat there for a moment, feeling a bit wistful and a bit envious that his friends were together and he wasn't there. Also a little bit aroused as he replayed Alex's expression in his mind. He bounced one knee, his jeans too tight now.