AN: Minor slash so if you don't like, don't read. Stephen King owns them. I just bow down to him and Rob Reiner. Will switch POVs.
This "one shot" has mutated into a series, which I FINALLY named!
Please no flames. Don't like slash, don't read, that simple.
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-Chris' POV-
The next morning I woke up and immediately went downstairs to cook breakfast. Neither Dad nor Mom was home, Dad on some hunting trip and mom was visiting grandma as she always did when shit got bad.
I scavenged through the cabinets and the refrigerator trying to find something worth cooking. Finally I found enough ingredients for pancakes and began to make those, deciding to add blue berries for Eyeball.
My mind drifted to Ace as I cooked, well more about the dream I'd had about Ace last night.
"Come on Christopher, what are you so afraid of?"
I froze. "Nothing."
The last syllable left my mouth and was replaced by Ace Merrill's lips.
Needless to say I'd woken up from that dream and needed to calm down immediately. Any guy can tell you they've had fantasy dreams but it's not everyday you dream about your brother's best friend who was once your enemy.
Shit with Ace was confusing but it was worth it whenever he was around. I found myself wanting to hang out with him more than Gordie, Teddy, and Vern. Maybe it was because I was afraid that if Gordie rejected me Teddy and Vern would be ten times worse.
I had to face it, I, Christopher Chambers wanted to kiss, make out with, fool around with, possibly sleep with Ace Merrill and there was not a goddamn thing I could do about it. Ace would smile arrogantly and remind me I was too young for him.
So when Ace and Eyeball came downstairs as soon as the food was done I decided not to bring up any topic that could lead to a challenge from Ace, a dare from Eyeball, or a mistake by myself.
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-Eyeball's POV-
I always knew that one day Chris would bring someone home that I'd approve of, friendship wise or other. Friendship wise he hasn't succeeded yet and technically he didn't bring Ace home, I did, but I approved and was just glad Chris didn't care what anyone thought about him. That was always the worst, worrying if someone knew about you.
I watched Ace's eyes travel over Chris' body and rolled my eyes. Leave it to Chris to forget a shirt and stand at the stove in jeans that were falling down on him.
Truth be told, I wanted Ace and Chris together. That way maybe they'd both learn to care about someone the way they should before they end up alone.
Sure Chris was more in touch emotions wise but I don't think he ever loved someone and I know Ace hasn't.
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-Ace's POV-
For God's sake Ace, the kid is only thirteen. I had to keep reminding myself of that because sometimes I didn't believe it. I glanced over at Eyeball who just smirked and went to get plates for the pancakes.
Damn Eyeball. I swear he sits back and just watches but knows more than the rest of us. I looked back at Chris who was skillfully avoiding looking at me and I knew I should be doing the same but I couldn't really help it.
For a brief moment instead of cursing God I thanked him for making me only seventeen because if I was eighteen and acted on my urges my ass would be in jail so fast. At least being seventeen made it a possibility though Chris would probably turn me down which would be a sight to see.
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-Chris' POV-
I forced myself not to look up as I set the table knowing my eyes would fall on Ace. Eyeball broke the silence.
"Shit, we need orange juice," he said. "I'll go get it."
With that Eyeball, who was still dressed in his clothes from yesterday ran a comb through his hair and grabbed his car keys and was out the door in a second.
Bastard.
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-Ace's POV-
I'm going to beat the shit out of Eyeball later. Chris sat down slowly after putting a plate of pancakes in front of me. I grabbed for the syrup and soon my stomach was full of blueberry pancakes and maple syrup because Chris' food was too good to wait for anyone to come home.
When I looked at Chris again I was shocked to see him looking at me. He didn't turn away, didn't back down, nothing. He just held his gaze.
"Hey Ace?" he said slowly.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Yesterday, what you said…"
"I said a lot of shit yesterday," I said jokingly, trying to appear calm.
"About me being too young for you to do as you'd like….what were you referring to?"
Oh fucking Christ. God damn it I'm definitely going to hell.
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-Chris' POV-
The question came out of my mouth before I could stop it. Shit.
"Truth?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Well for starters…" Ace began as he stood. My eyes widened. The super confident, I know I'm sexy and that you want me, Ace was back and I was in trouble. He headed to the living room and leaned on the doorframe between the two rooms. He paused there for a minute, watching as I sat there in my chair.
"You going to come and find out or not?" he asked.
With that he strutted, yes STRUTTED, into the living room. I counted ten seconds then stood as slowly as I could and walked on unsteady legs into the living room.
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-Ace's POV-
If I could stay this calm for the next ten minutes I may actually snag Chris Chambers. God help me, condemn me later but help me now. I need this kid like a damn alcoholic needs a drink. Both things are so dangerous but I'm ready to take one on and I don't plan on being a drunk.
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AN: What'd you think? It was kind of rushed as soon as I became inspired. Let me know any suggestions or anything. Later all.