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LOL, TrickC is popular tonight, which is perfect for me!

Here you go, I hope it's what you wanted.

Again, split into two.



“God dammit!” Letting the cheese and grater fall to the table, Chris stuck his knuckles in his mouth, sucking furiously. “I told you we should have used a knife for the cheese. Graters are instruments of torture.”

Or at least that’s what JC thought he’d said from the few muffled sounds he’d actually heard. Examining Chris’ hand for signs of blood or fingers in imminent danger of falling off and seeing nothing, JC just sighed and pulled Chris’ hand from his mouth. “Here, let me see you big baby.” Ignoring the exaggerated squeaks of discomfort, JC stood and pulled Chris up with him then towed him across to the sink. Running the faucet, JC pushed Chris’ hand under the cold water feeling a mixture of mild guilt and amusement when he swore loudly.

“Fuck! What are you trying to do? Freeze my hand off.”

“No, I’m washing those grazes, then I’m going to put some antiseptic on and if you’re a big brave boy I’ll let you pick your own band-aid.” Chris grinned and JC steeled himself for what was coming. It would be something obscene; it always was when Chris looked like that, all sharp teeth and dark dark eyes.

“Oh I’m a big boy alright. Why don’t we forget about the grilled cheese sandwiches and I’ll prove it to you.”

JC nearly gave in. Chris talking like that made his stomach clench and any other time he would play along, but right now they had guests waiting to be fed, and that meant grilled cheese, not sex. “Nope, sorry but you have to prove you’re brave too.” Ignoring Chris’ protest JC reached into a drawer where he kept emergency supplies; you never knew when you’d need antiseptic, band-aids or a safety pin; there were even some condoms in there too. Grabbing the spray antiseptic he quickly pulled Chris’ hand from the water, dried it on a towel and sprayed it before Chris could say a word.

“Fuck! JC! That hurts.”

“I thought you said you were brave, it doesn’t look like it to me.” Seeing Chris’ expression change, JC started looking in the drawer once more before Chris could think of a way to prove his bravery. “What band-aid do you want? My Little Pony or Action Man?”

“Like you even need to ask, that one.” JC started to open an Action Man band-aid then stopped when Chris pointed at the My Little Pony One. “You want the ponies?” Sometimes Chris baffled JC, today was no exception.

“Of course I want a pony, they remind me of you. All long manes and beautiful, that’s you.”

And sometimes JC wasn’t baffled at Chris at all. Smiling hugely he carefully wrapped the band-aid round Chris’ finger then softly kissed the top of it.

Chris’ expression softened for a moment, and he smiled, the small secret one he kept for his loved ones. “Thanks, it feels better already.”


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One kiss later, JC went back to the table, pushing the cheese that Chris had been grating into the trashcan, he preferred not to have skin in his sandwiches thank you very much.

Chris was watching and JC made a show of putting the grater in the sink and using a knife to carefully cut the huge block of cheese. “You know it would be so much easier if we’d just buy this stuff ready sliced.”