Okay, hurrah for my first posted yaoi fic! It's chack, and it's gonna be rated M for some smut in the next chapter. It's a two-shot. There's not much else to say, except thanks to kanna2415 for the encouraging words. :D Bon appetit!
Disclaimer: If I owned Xiaolin Showdown, Chase and Jack would fuck like bunnies every episode. You no sue, kay?

Chase's Booty Call! Part One

Chase Young dug his toes into the bed, arching off of the mattress. He fell back down, heaving out a content sigh as he basked and stretched in the morning sun that shone through the glass window above him.

He rolled about, enjoying the feeling the new day and sun were bringing him. The only thing that ruined it was Wuya's ghostly shrieks of, "Shen-Gong-Wu!"

But he needn't have worried--Wuya would not step foot, flesh or spirit, inside his room. The last time she had flown through the door without knocking (or screeching, rather) he had been entertaining a guest... underneath the blankets. And considering that his guest had been Jack Spicer, of all people, he had been thoroughly pissed, and had thrown every object within sight that wasn't anchored to the floor, not caring if they passed through her.

He had certainly frightened her, at least--he had chased her halfway through the castle with but a towel around his waist.

Chase smiled as he remembered that evening in particular. Wuya had briefly interrupted, but, asides from that, it had been a night of hot, steamy, underage (at least on Jack's part) sex.

Jack was simply a god in the bedroom department. Just thinking of him mortal lover made his stomach...

Chase immediately reached to his bedside table, grabbing a seldom-used cellphone, and dialing Spicer's number speedily. The voice that picked up was half-pissed, half-groggy. "Hello? What is it?"

Chase almost laughed out loud--it was two in the morning where Spicer lived now. Chase looked out at the mountains surrounding his palace through a window, and replied lazily into the tiny phone, "Jack, it's Chase."

Jack's mood-change almost seemed to seep through the cellular device. "Chase! What's up, how are you? What are you doing?"

Chase knew quite well that Jack knew quite well that Chase hated personal questions,but the boy was tired, it was two in the morning--he would give him that.

He grinned at his sudden idea. "Well," he started slowly. He groaned lazily into the phone a bit. "To paint you a mental picture, I just woke up. Today is having glorious weather, and I'm lying naked sprawled out on my bed, in the sun. But..."

Chase could hear the boy's breath quicken, and he could picture him licking his lips, eyes darting about--an annoying, nervous (excited?) habit of Spicer's. "B-but what?"

Chase did his best to sound pouty (if it's possible to sound pouty.) "But I'm a bit lonely, I could use some company."

Jack didn't need any more hinting. "Should I get into my jet now?" The dragon lord growled hungrily. "Yes, Jack. As soon as possible."

And he heard the phone hit the ground, like its owner had dropped it to run and do some urgent bidding. Chase laughed softly to himself, and sunk more comfortably into his bed.

No, Jack would not disappoint him.

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