Painting party

Rated M for suggestive themes

The carpet and all of the furniture in the living room were covered in huge sheets that hey had bought cheap at Argos. Cans of paint sat in the middle of the floor alongside trays and brushes and rollers. In the corner of the room, a radio sat on the floor and folding chairs were open. The windows in the room were open, releasing the smell of the paint into the London air. Rory, Stephen, Boo, Callum, Freddie, Jerome and Jazza all stood at various points in the living room.

The previous owners of the property had decided on bright yellow for the walls and both Rory and Stephen felt that that needed to be rectified as soon as possible. After trying to figure out what colour would be best, they decided on white. They would then decorate the room with pictures of themselves, their friends and their families to keep it from being plain. Rory had already chosen some lovely photos taken on various birthdays, at their wedding, on their Paris honeymoon and of family in Louisiana while Stephen had also requested one; the photo of him and Regina on the beach as children. Rory remembered finding that photo and crying over it until all of her tears were gone. But that was then, this was now. She had told him that yes, of course that photo could go on the wall. It was a lovely photo.

They only had the living room to do because the kitchen was tiled, the dining room and bathroom were two different shades of light blue, both of which Rory and Stephen liked and both of the bedrooms were already white. No one bothered too much about the office downstairs. It was wallpapered with some floral patterns but there were only working there, not living there. Both Rory and Stephen had agreed that the yellow paint in the living room had to go.

They all wore old shirts and jeans, now stained with white paint. Stephen and Callum stood in one corner, Freddie, Boo and Jerome chatted away in another while Rory and Jazza stood on ladders, desperately trying to reach the ceiling. Rory looked around and saw Jerome deep in conversation. She turned to Jazza. "So Jaz, how's things with Jerome going?"

She grinned. "They're going great. Really great."

"Good. So have you...y'know, yet?"

Jazza raised an eyebrow, her cheeks flushing. "Have we what?"

Rory chuckled. "You have. I can tell from your cheeks. You look like a tomato."

Jazza giggled. "Yeah, we have."

Rory smirked. "Can I ask a question? Call it ex girlfriend curiosity."

"Sure."

She dropped her voice to a whisper. "What's he like? I mean, I know what his making out game is like but how is he when it comes to actually having sex? Good?"

Jazza laughed. "Rory!"

Rory faked innocence. "What?" She looked around to make sure no one was watching them. She had noticed that Stephen had walked over to Boo, Freddie and Jerome's corner. She turned back to Jazza. "I'll tell you what Stephens like if you tell me what Jerome is like."

Jazza practically cackled. "Deal. Jerome is very good. Very good indeed. Stephen?"

Rory smirked and moved closer to Jazza. "Unbelievable. Seriously. Sometimes I'm sure the whole street can hear me."

Jazza burst out into laughter and Rory followed suit. They laughed so hard that they had to get off the ladders and sit down on the floor. Stephen and Jerome watched them from across the room. Jerome turned to Stephen with a smile. "Why do I get the feeling that they're comparing notes?"

Stephen exhaled and chuckled. "Well considering that Rory has notes on both of us, I think that we should both be afraid."

Jerome hummed in agreement. "Very afraid." They both started laughing before they turned back to the still yellow wall and slapped it with more paint. By the time dinner time came around, the room had two coats of paint and they all agreed that they should leave it to air and relax in the dining area. They made sure that the paint on themselves was dry before heading through. When Stephen and Jerome went into the kitchen to retrieve the cakes they had bought that morning, Rory and Jazza exchanged a look, biting back laughter as they did so. There were only six chairs around the dining table so Stephen gave his up for Jazza and leant against the nearby counter. He stood and watched as the others laughed, and caught Rory looking at him lovingly more than once. He smiled at her each time and, even though her clothes were stained with paint and she had flecks of it on her cheeks, she was utterly perfect.

He walked into the kitchen and signalled for Rory to follow. She stood up and walked down the step into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and she stood next to him. He took out a yoghurt as he spoke. "Y'know, we're both covered in paint. Maybe later on we should both have a shower to get it off..." He tore the lid from the yoghurt. "Together." He looked at her and winked as he licked the lid.

She smirked at him, the sight of him licking the yoghurt stirring something between her legs. She took a spoon from the drawer and dipped it into the yoghurt. "That," she said as she spooned it into his mouth. "Is a very good idea."