Inspired by a picture by my friend Lexis which she was inspired to draw after playing Sims. So thank you to the inspiration and gaming gods!

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It was just a typical morning in the MacLean-Bennet household.

Chris stepped out of the shower, drying himself off and pulling on a pair of jeans. He looked in the slightly fogged mirror and debated for the thousandth time that week whether he should shave before shrugging and deciding to leave shaving for tomorrow.

He walked out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair, looking around for his fan and smelling the sweet scent of pancakes.

He had just started going down the stairs, intent on breakfast when Scott came out of the laundry room pouting. He was wearing Chris' old high school drama team shirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants.

"Something wrong babe?" Chris asked as he reached the last stair and peered at his boyfriend curiously.

"The washer is broken," Scott muttered bitterly, "And today is laundry day so I have nothing to wear until it's fixed!" he ran a hand through disheveled blonde hair and sighed.

"Which means I'm outta clothes too right?" Chris raised an eyebrow and Scott nodded. The host stopped drying his hair and threw the towel over one shoulder. Scott blinked out of his daze and eyed Chris' shirtless and still-damp appearance with a smirk.

"I guess I'll just have to call Dante," he said, turning suddenly cheerful and skipping towards the phone. Chris glared.

Dante was the buildings handyman; he was muscular, wore too fitting clothing and was, of course, gorgeous. The brunette claimed to be straight but that didn't stop him from flirting with Scott whenever he came up to their apartment. Though, Scott didn't exactly discourage the attention. This just irked the host even more.

"Do you think if I asked, he'd wear the blue tank top and those low riding jeans?" Scott giggled as he began dialing Dante's number. Chris growled and stomped over, grabbing the phone from his lover and hitting end quickly.

"Screw Dante, I can fix the washer," he said with a smirk and walked confidently to the laundry room where the tool box they never used was laying dust-covered in the corner. He opened it and got out a wrench, hefting it in his hand as he surveyed the washer. Scott came in behind him, biting his lip.

Chris bent to pull the washer away from the wall and gave Scott a perfect view to the fact that the host wasn't wearing any underwear.

This would all go horribly wrong but at least it would be fun to watch. Scott leaned against the door frame and watched perversely as those muscles flexed while Chris turned random knobs.

Hours later, the floor was covered in water, the washer was emitting smoke and somehow Chris had gotten squirted with a mystery liquid from one of the disconnected tubes.

Scott rolled his eyes and smirked at his exasperated lover, "Give up yet?"

Chris groaned and tossed that blasted wrench back into the tool box.

"I just need some lunch," he said, standing and going to the kitchen where Scott had already laid out a sandwich for his lover.

He sat heavily at the table and rubbed his aching forehead. Scott just giggled.

"I love when you try to be all manly but maybe you should stick to hosting Chrissy," Chris ignored his boyfriend and began eating. Scott shrugged and jumped slightly when the doorbell rang.

"Oh that must be him," bare feet padded towards the front door.

"Who?" Chris asked through a mouthful of food.

"I called the handyman," Scott shrugged and Chris' eyes widened. No! Not Dante! The host refused to admit defeat!

But Scott opened the front door anyway and smiled.

"Hello Albert, how are you?" he stepped back to admit a wiry, elderly man into their apartment. Chris' brow creased.

"Oh I'm fine young man, the washer is this way?" he pointed a shaking finger past the kitchen. Scott nodded.

"Yes, around the corner, past the guest bathroom, door at the end of the hall, just follow the smoke," Scott giggled and Albert gave a knowing smirk as he walked towards the laundry room.

As soon as he was out of sight, Chris stood and glared at Scott, crossing his arms. Scott blinked and smiled, the picture of innocence.

"Oh did I forget to mention Dante got transferred to the building next door and Albert is his replacement?" he bit his lip coyly.

"Yeah, you may have forgotten," Chris rolled his eyes then narrowed them suspiciously.

"How long has Albert worked here?"

"Dante left last week," the blonde grinned and was halfway up the stairs before his lover gave chase.

"Scott!"

Yes, just another typical day in the sadistic MacLean-Bennet household.

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There, done! For some reason this was hard for me to write but I finally spewed it out. Sorry it's kinda short but it's just a little snippet into their lives.

Next up will be some HatHawk (aka Duncan/Shio) and if you have any ideas and/or challenges for me, I'd love to hear them!

Review please or I'll send Chris to come fix your washer!