Author's Notes:
I'm back on track with Declarations!! I re-read it, and I thought, hey this story could be interesting if you would just FINISH the stupid thing. I've decided to rewrite alot of what I didn't like about this story. This chapter is pretty similar to the original chapter one (if you've read the original version). Honestly most of the old stuff is the same, (with the exception of chapters 2, 3, and 7 but more on that later) hopefully just a little better. AND I WILL FINISH IT THIS TIME!!
Thanks for stickin' with me!
3 Buroo
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Clay leaned back, breathing heavily, before an arm grabbed him around the waist and pulled him against another body.
Jack sighed softly, just liking the feel of the cowboy against his chest.
Clay chuckled. "You're a real softy, ya know that? Just gotta snuggle, dontcha?"
Jack pretended to pout. "I am NOT soft! I am a villain. I… just… umm…"
He didn't really know how to finish that sentence. He shrugged and scooched himself closer to his lover. Clay smiled gently at the red head next to- well more on top of him- and amused himself by playing with a lock of Jack's hair.
"You look a lot better without those dumb goggles, ya know."
Jack lazily glanced over at Clay. "You look a lot better without that dumb hat, you know."
Clay chuckled again and peeked over Jack's shoulder at the clock that stood on the nightstand.
"Aw dangit!"
And threw himself out of the bed, hurling Jack off the other side.
"I'm later than my sister collectin' eggs at noon. I gotta go!"
Jack glared at him over the side of his bed, but still enjoyed watching Clay get dressed. "You know, that analogy didn't even make sense. And you're not so late. Stay awhile?"
He made sure to put a little whine in his voice- Clay couldn't resist when Jack pouted.
Well, not normally.
"Jack, love, it's 9:30- I'm supposed to be back at the temple at 9:45. I have to go.
Jack grumbled, before pulling himself off the floor and grabbing a pair of pants. He glanced up at Clay- after all, the monk was built and Jack loved watching him dress- and noticed his movements were slow almost thoughtful. Odd, really. He'd never thought getting dressed was something that required any sort of pondering.
"Hey Jack, you haven't seen Chase around, have you?"
Jack frowned slightly at the question. "Nah, not recently, any way…. Why? Am I not cute enough for you or something?"
Clay's thoughtful expression gratefully vanished into an adorable freckle-crinkling smile and he chuckled, grabbing Jack around the hips and quickly pecking at his neck.
"Naw, it's just Raimundo."
"Wait… what?? What does Chase have to do with that Ricky Martin wannabe?"
Clay scowled slightly at the reference, "Well I dunno, but every time that no good varmint is mention'd, Rai freaks out and gets all guilty lookin', starts tryin' to change the subject. I thought maybe… I dunno…somethin' was up. Maybe... it's stupid, but... I thought... Rai was… seeing… Chase… or somethin'-"
Jack nearly fell down laughing as hard as he was.
"Raimundo!? …. And …. And Chase?!?!?" Jack choked out, grinning at Clay through teary eyes, "Like Chase would ever… with Raimundo???? Ahahahahahaha!!! Chase isn't even gay!" He leaned over clutching the bed for support.
He needed that headboard after Clay kicked him softly in the stomach. It was a light kick, sure, but he was small and Clay... well... wasn't and despite Clay's care, Jack got the wind knocked out of him.
"Aw, shut up. I was jus' wonderin', is all."
"But Chase and… and… Raimundo????? God that's the absolute worst, most deluded coupling I have ever heard of… and when I say ever heard of, I'm including us."
Clay frowned at Jack and put his hat on.
"Since when are we a bad couple?"
Jack straightened quickly. "That's… that's not what I meant."
"Yeah… ok. See ya' later Jack."
And Clay walked out the door. No good-bye kiss or anything.
Jack slammed his head against the wall.
"That-was-the-most-idiotic-thing-you-have-ever-said." Jack said in between each pound. He leaned back rubbing his forehead.
"Dammit."