So A.B. Lexis (ShadowLexis) drew me some great fanart of ScotCh and asked for a fic to accompany one of her pictures and I was super happy to oblige. Support the Chris torture!

Links to the new ScotCh art on my profile, go check them out.

This chapter takes place after World Tour

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Chris MacLean sighed as he stumbled into the elevator of his apartment building. He hated hosting Canadian Idol, the anguish when someone lost just wasn't enough to make it worth it anymore. He undid the top two buttons on his shirt and leaned against the wall as the elevator took him to the top floor.

He just wanted a hot shower, some dinner and maybe a massage if Scott was giving. The host stepped out of the elevator and pulled his keys out of his pocket, fumbling to get the right one in the lock.

Chris opened the door to his sanctuary and froze as a sound he had never wanted to hear again hit his ears.

"Scott, where the Hell did you get a Fame Town CD?" he stormed into the apartment, hadn't he bought and destroyed all copies of its existence years ago?

The host looked around the living room wildly but there was no sign of his soon-to-be-dead blonde lover.

"I got it from Sierra, isn't it great?" Scott's voice drifted out from the kitchen and Chris gritted his teeth and marched into the room, ready to do whatever it took to get the CD from Scott. But the sight waiting for him in the kitchen made him freeze for the second time in under 60 seconds.

Scott was making cookies and from the looks of things, they were his special triple chocolate toffee delights (which could put you into the best sugar coma of your life) but that's not what made Chris drool. No, the other delicious thing in the room was Scott himself, wearing nothing but pink thigh-high socks with matching boyshorts and one of Chris' button-up shirts which was much too big on his slim frame.

And to make it worse, the blonde was dancing, shaking his hips in time with the song playing throughout the apartment, it had Chris mesmerized. Scott twirled as he continued stirring a bowl of batter and shimmied his way over to give the hypnotized host a kiss on the cheek.

"You look tired babe, bad day?" Scott's voice broke Chris out of his trance and he managed a smile.

"It's suddenly getting better and better," he muttered, looking his lover up and down.

Scott grinned and danced away from the arms that tried to grab him.

"Making trouble is easy to do, but making you love me is painful~" the blonde sang and Chris suddenly remembered his anger. He tore his gaze away from Scott's bare thighs and glared at his lover.

"Why are you listening to this garbage?" he asked as Scott set the batter down and licked a bit off his finger.

"Because you told me you sang in a band, but never that you were in a boy band that sold albums!" Scott jumped on the counter and giggled, his eyes glinting deviously.

"Well duh! This was the low point of my career and I thought I got rid of all the albums!"

"Sierra found it on a pirated website," Scott shrugged, "And it's kinda dorky but I like this music," Chris was gonna kill Sierra if he ever saw her again. Scott kicked his feet against the counter and once again, the host got distracted by those socks and the unbuttoned shirt that did nothing to cover that creamy flesh. Chris walked over to his lover and stepped in between his legs, putting his hands on the counter on either side of Scott. The blonde giggled and put his arms around Chris' shoulders.

"So you had a bad day hun?" he ran a hand through dark hair and Chris sighed.

"Nah, just a boring one, but like I said, it's getting better," he smiled and leaned in to kiss Scott tenderly. Scott happily complied, immediately opening his mouth so Chris could ravage it with his tongue.

The blonde wrapped his sock-encased legs around Chris' waist, effectively pulling him as close as humanly possible, making the host groan.

Chris found himself relaxing and losing himself in the kiss when the song on the radio faded out and a new one began. He growled and broke the kiss.

"Can I turn this crap off?" he asked irritably, wanting to trash the CD and then drag Scott upstairs for a shower. Scott pouted.

"But I like it," he said simply, Chris grimaced.

"Why?"

"Because it's you singing," Scott smiled and shut Chris up by kissing him again. Chris sighed and thought maybe his boy band career wasn't so bad if Scott liked it. The blonde pulled away when oxygen was needed and smirked.

"Did you guys wear matching outfits and do synchronize dancing?" Chris frowned and backed out of the embrace, folding his arms. Scott giggled.

"Aww come on Chrissy, it is a little funny."

Chris glared and walked out of the kitchen, making his way across the living room to the windows. He sat in the recliner that they used to stargaze in (or watch for targets to hit water balloons with in the street below).

A few minutes passed before Chris heard the timer being set which meant the cookies were in the oven. Scott poked his head out of the kitchen and blushed when Chris turned to glare at him. The song changed again, this time to a slow, love song, one of the few songs by Fame Town that Chris actually liked. His gaze softened and Scott smiled shyly, stepping into the living room and beginning the small trek towards Chris.

He started swaying his hips with the beat as he walked and allowed the shirt to fall off one shoulder. He tugged at a sock that was falling down and lowered his eyelids while Chris thanked the fashion gods for thigh-high socks. The host relaxed in the recliner and smirked as he enjoyed the show, grinning ferally when Scott finally joined him, straddling his lap.

"I'm sorry you had a bad day baby, can I make it better?" he slid his hands up Chris' chest and lightly rubbed his shoulders, he leaned down to kiss the host's neck.

Chris hummed in pleasure, "I can think of a few things," he chuckled before wrapping his arms around Scott, letting his fingers play with the waistband of the blonde's panties.

The cameraman giggled and nibbled on Chris' neck then moving his kisses up to his jaw before finally claiming his lips. Chris instantly deepened the kiss and clung to Scott desperately. The kiss became heated and passionate; Chris moved his hands to squeeze the exposed flesh above the socks, making Scott mewl. The blonde rubbed his neck and shoulders and Chris felt the stress of the day melt away.

Scott had just begun to do that trick where he sucks on Chris' tongue when the doorbell rang. Scott bolted upright and Chris gave out a cry of frustration. Scott giggled and disentangled himself from the host.

"That must be Rick, I told him to stop by to pick up some papers," he pushed Chris' persistent hands off him and got up, hurrying towards the door, fixing his shirt and socks. He was gonna answer the door like that? For Ricardo?

"Scott wait!" the host shouted in horror but was too late. The door opened and he heard a girlish giggle. Chris' brow creased and he looked out the window but instead of seeing Rick's black jaguar, Avery's yellow moped was parked in the street. He sighed in relief then realized that Avery never came over for a quick visit.

"Hey Chrissy, Avery's sleeping over alright?" Scott smiled at him and Chris flopped back in the chair with a groan, there goes his massage (among other activities).

"Hey Chris, ohmygosh! Is that Fame Town?"

Yeah, Chris was definitely having a bad day. He was gonna kill Sierra.

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Avery Cameo woo! And introducing her yellow moped, Ducky!

I'm way too mean to Chris, aren't I? Meh, he's lucky I gave him Scott in the first place so he can take it once in awhile. But don't worry, once he gotten over his anger, he'd have a fun night eating and watching movies with the besties.

And seriously, Chris thought he could keep Fame Town a secret from Scott? Ha! Though he's lucky, Scott likes sappy music buuuuuut Scott will also tease him mercilessly for it. Talk about supportive.

Yes, there's a pic of Scott in this outfit, go to my profile.

Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go to the kitchen before Avery and Scott eat all the cookies.

Reviews are loved! Hope you liked it Lexis-darling!