A/N: Just a drabble I wrote the other day. Not much else to it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown
Chase was fascinated by Spicer's back. The expanse of snow white skin, Chase knew from experience, was smooth enough to rival the finest silk, and fairly glowed in the correct lighting. He could spend hours running his fingers over the bumps of Jack's spine, was always willing to give a massage at the slightest indication of stiffness, and took great pleasure in draping himself across it as they made love.
He positively adored it.
One evening, Chase lay naked on the cushions of his bed, watching as Spicer searched for his missing clothing. Chase eyed the young man's back as he perched on the edge of the mattress, attempting to wriggle into his pants. He watched the play of muscles, and wondered vaguely if he could use Spicer's back as a canvas for a painting, or perhaps an ink design much like the mark under the young man's eye.
"Chase?" Jack asked in surprise as, having just managed to pull his pants on, he was pulled back by his lover. Chase made no reply and gently pushed Spicer to lie on his stomach. Dipping his head down, he decided that Jack's white skin would stain far too easily, and that he would just have to paint using his tongue instead.