Anthology of Love
By: CrystallicSky
Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown, or any of the characters in it, so...don't say I didn't tell you that they weren't.
Warning(s):Ok, cursing, malexmale relationship, strong references to sex, but no actual sex scenes, and...probably general stupidity, corniness, or idiocy aside from that.
Notes: Well, lately I've been seeing a good deal of those one-word prompts for short/one-sentence stories, and so I figured I'd give it a try. I did a few, and found something out about myself: I really like them! XD So this would be the result.
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351. Stretches-
Chase gaped outright at the visual of his lover running through a basic series of stretches, something he never thought he'd see in a million years.
Stunned nearly to the point of silence, the warlord helplessly stuttered, "I...Jack, wh-are you stretching? Actually doing something to train your body?"
Clasping his hands above his head, Jack bent his arms backwards to the point that his shoulders rotated, thus allowing the backs of his hands to make contact with the curve of his spine.
"Well, how the hell else do you expect me to be as flexible as you want me?" the goth challenged glaring lightly at the man, almost offended, "If I could do that stuff without stretching, I'd be Gumbi, for god's sakes!"
352. Calculate-
"Hah," Chase chuckled breathlessly at his lover's declaration of how awkward it would be if the monks walked in on them at that moment (when the just so happened to be 'doing it'), "do you have any idea of the astronomical odds against that?"
Doing some quick mental calculations, Jack answered, "Somewhere around 5,647,489,062.000003 to 1, right?"
"...Now that's just downright odd, Spicer; don't do it again."
353. Vulgar-
"Rrgh, fuck my life! Fuck my life sideways, up the ass, with something hard and sandpapery, right now!"
Chase spared a slightly disgusted look at his lover, stating matter-of-factly, "There's no need for such vulgar language, Spicer; what are you having trouble with?"
Jack shoved the piece of paper in his lover's face, growling, "This fuckin' essay worksheet is driving me batshit! I'm a mathematical thinker, not a literary one! I can't do this friggin' thing!" The goth then paused in his rant, turning back to the dragon warlord and prompting, "Well? What do you think?"
Chase took one quick look at the sheet before handing it back to the albino and answering, "Fuck your life sideways."
354. Package-
Jack was sick of this.
He had been married off to a wealthy business man by his parents in order to ensure a company merger, and that might not have been so bad, but the rotten fucker was never home, leaving him trapped: practically single, but bound by law to a man whose first name he couldn't even remember.
It was sheer hell and the young man was beyond frustrated with it by now.
A knock on the door summoned him from his place on the couch (watching soaps and eating potato chips, the pathetic existence he was now forced to suffer daily) and upon answering it, Jack stopped just shy of staring openly at the handsome man before him, wearing a uniform and holding a box.
"Package for a Mr. Jack Grayson?" The younger man inspected the newcomer, noting the nametag before inviting, "Yes, that's me; why don't you...come inside for a bit, Chase? It's awfully hot out here, isn't it?"
Easily picking out the blatant undertone of lust in the housewife's voice, the Chinese man stepped inside and shut the door, laying down the package and curling a strong arm around the younger man's waist as he quipped with a predatory grin, "I get the feeling it's going to get much hotter in here..."
355. Hunger-
It was commonplace for Spartan men to subjugate their women, particularly those they were long involved with, to make them feel inferior.
Jack, therefore, absolutely loved it when Chase announced his hunger by smacking the smaller male on the rear and demanding his dinner be made, because it said to him that the warrior saw their relationship as intimate, something akin to marriage, and so whenever Chase showed his mastery over his lover like that, Jack blushed and smiled shyly before dashing off to do as he was told.
356. Advertisement-
"Ugh, that stupid commercial made me hungry..."
Chase stared at Jack in mild disgust. "An advertisement for tick cream made you hungry, Spicer?"
"Yeah," the goth shrugged, dragging himself up off of the couch, "I'm just gonna go in the kitchen and mix some cottage cheese and mayonnaise together and eat it."
And then the warlord was pretty sure he'd be sick right then and there.
357. Sanctuary-
Jack was calmed, comforted by the fact that he could always find sanctuary in his lover's arms.
358. Break-Up-
"Hello, there; you look a bit lonely. Can I buy you a drink?"
Jack looked up, sniffling slightly and rubbing a few stray tears away from his eyes as he answered, "Oh. Yeah, thanks. That's really nice of you."
The stranger looked him up and down before demanding, "What has a pretty young thing like you crying?"
Forcing down more sobs at the memory, Jack choked out, "My boyfriend. He...I just got dumped."
"Well, he's a fool, whoever he is," the man declared. "If you were mine, I'd never let someone as sexy as you get away."
Ignoring the warning signs in his head screaming that he was on the rebound and should avoid getting back into a relationship so soon, the young man blushed coyly, flirting back, "Thanks, you're not too bad-looking yourself, you know."
The man grinned, pleased with the compliment as he thanked, "I'm glad you think so. I just went through a bad break-up myself, so my confidence is a bit sub-par, lately. Then again, psychotic women will say anything when they're angry, I suppose."
Smiling softly, Jack put his hand on the other's, introducing, "My name's Jack."
"Chase," the older male replied, "pleased to meet you, Jack."
The goth was quiet for a short moment, gathering his nerve before speaking, "This...this is going to sound presumptuous since we just met and all, but...I feel like we kinda have a...a connection or something. Would you like to...I don't know, come back to my place for a couple of drinks?"
Chase smiled invitingly, placing his hand on the youth's thigh (not in a sexual way, really, but in a pleasant, 'just-kind-of-there' way) as he accepted, "I'd love to, Jack..."
359. Assignment-
Jack never thought he'd think it, but he was immensely glad for his history teacher's partner project.
After all, if it hadn't been assigned, he never would have forsaken research on medieval battering rams for an entirely different kind of ramming, and he and his project partner, Chase Young, probably wouldn't be going steady now.
360. Beneath-
Chase had always known that Jack Spicer was beneath him.
As far as he was concerned, that was exactly the place he belonged.
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A/N: Stretches- ...Gumbi is cool. XD Oh, and before anyone says the thing Jack did is impossible, I do it everyday, like 20 something times, 'cause I probably have issues with my spinal cord(back and neck pain), and somehow I think it's migrated into my shoulders as well, and doing that makes it feel better. :)
Calculate- Jack is good at math; Chase doesn't care how good he is, there will be no complicated calculations after smexing! XD
Vulgar- I often say this phrase when upset or angered by something I can't do, oddly enough, mostly during my chemistry class. -.-"
Package- Yup, Jack is fucking the UPS man; it's finally happened. XD
Hunger- I was originally going to do another Galder/Dave one, but then I decided that I should get back to basics, and thusly Chase/Jack, because honestly, that's what chack is by definition, and I should probably stick with more of the main pairing. :)
Advertisement- I figure Jack is probably weird like that, but unfortunately, Chase does not appreciate his...unique tastes. Frankly, neither do I, although one time, I did eat a piece of carrot cake, swiftly followed by a couple of pickles. o.0 I suppose that's pretty weird, too.
Sanctuary- No comment. -.-
Break-Up- Go, Chase, get 'im on the rebound! He'll put out quicker! XD
Assignment- Wow. Bad innuendo. I tell myself I'm not going to do any more bad jokes for awhile, and then I compensate with bad innuendos. -.-"
Beneath- No comment. -.-