Epiphany in Aisle Five
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A/N- In case there's any doubt, Jason is Christian. Chis is Jericho.
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Pushing a shopping cart through the market, Chris Irvine had an epiphany.
His cart held pumpernickel bread, apple juice and green olives, none of which he ate.
"Jason," the name lingered on his lips.
Jason Reso, his boyfriend of four years, had recently moved in to Chris' small two-story house. As in love as they were, they were still struggling to adjust to each other's vastly different lifestyle.
Strolling down the soap aisle, Chris realized he had no clue what brand of soap Jason used. Picking up and sniffing bar after bar of soap, he grinned, catching a whiff of Jason's familiar fruity scent.
Suave cucumber-melon, he thought, filing it away for future use.
Sighing, he realized all the connotations cucumber-melon soap held. It was the scent of sex. It was the scent of romance.
Romance, what a great concept. Since meeting Jason, Chris thrived on romance.
Falling in love with Jason had been a pure coincidence. They had been friends first, best friends,
Don't forget chapstick, cherry. I'm out! Jason's words rang through Chris' mind.
He dropped a tube of chapstick in the cart. Grinning, he realized that was why Jason's kisses always tasted so good.
Jason was the love of his life. He was constantly there, especially when needed.
Until there was Jason, life was miserable. Waking up alone had been a horrible experiance.
Now, he woke up every morning in Jason's arms. He fell asleep each night in the comfort of his arms.
Don't forget chunky peanut butter!
Placing a jar of CHUNKY peanut butter in the cart, he shook his head. Before Jason, he had always bought smooth peanut butter.
Jason had to have peanut butter and potato chip sandwiches. Chris thought they were disgusting, but Jason swore by them.
Those are disgusting!
They are not!
Peanut butter and potato chip? They're nasty!
Have you ever tried one?
Honestly, ...no.
Try a bite. Hon, I wouldn't lie to you.
Reluctantly, Chris had taken a bite. It hadn't been as bad as he had imagined.
Placing an industrial-sized bottle of laundry detergent in his cart, Chris groaned. When he had been 'on his own', he had never bought a huge bottle of laundry soap. He never would have used it.
Why am I not surprised? he thought, realizing Jason was on his mind.
Standing in line, he slipped two chocolate bars, one dark chocolate, the other milk chocolate, in his cart.
Personally, he hated dark chocolate. Jason, on the other hand, loved it.
Standing in the check-out line, Chris had another epiphany,
Jason was a part of his life and the effects he had were prominent BUT welcome.
THE END