“F.I.N.A.G.L.E Finagle, ok seven letters you have to take some thing off” JC arranged the letters on the board set on the floor in front of him. “No-way, That’s a made up word” Justin grabbed the dictionary and began thumbing through the pages. “Its a real word, it means achieved by craftiness or trickery.” “I don’t believe you, you’re cheating cus you want to see me naked.” Justin pouted as he found the word. “Smart ass!” He pulled his sweater off over his head and threw it over his shoulder and onto the couch. “This is a stupid game, who ever heard of strip scrabble?” JC sighed “But J it was your idea. I told you it wouldn’t work!” “Ok my go. F.O.U.R. Four, take something off.” Justin folded his arms and sat waiting expectantly. “Words of six letters or more Justin remember?” “Like hell, take something off.” “Justin you can’t just change the rules cus you are losing. We agreed six letters or more and you lose an item of clothing. Look I even got you to sign the rules cus I knew you were going to pull this on me.” JC waved the piece of paper containing Justin’s signature under his nose. “Ok my go. V.A.L.I.U.M. Valium like I’m going to need by the end of this game.” “AHA, got ya. You can’t have Valium, Its a name you can’t use names, fore-fit, take something off.” Justin gloated, pleased that he had managed to catch JC out for once. “I’m waiting Jaycee!” JC got to his feet and slipped out of his jeans. He sat back down crossing his legs as he studied his letters. The younger man smirked and covered up a giggle by pretending to cough and covering his mouth with his hand. “WHAT” “Nothing, nothing at all.” He giggled again as a word popped into his head. “P.I.N.K. Pink, like your boxers.” Justin collapsed in fits of laughter, clutching at his stomach. “Jesus JC, pink boxers? Guys don’t wear pink boxers.” “I like pink. Pink is a cool colour.” “Sure it is, if you’re like five and a girl. Are you sure your mom didn’t dress you as a girl when you were a baby ? Maybe she was hoping for a daughter.” “How dare you accuse my mother of such a thing? Did I ever ask you why your mom put you in a beauty pageant? Mind you I guess you were just another queen amongst the many.” Justin jumped the short distance between them landing on top of JC sending the scrabble board flying, pinning his hands above his head, tickling him mercilessly with his free hand. “Say you love me. Come on JC, Tell me you love me.” “I love you. I love you.” The brunette screamed as he giggled uncontrollably as Justin continued his onslaught. “I surrender, I surrender.” Justin leaned down so his face was just above that of his boyfriends. “Say Justin you are not a queen, You’re a god and I worship you.” “No” “Yes” Justin started to tickle JC again making him howl with laughter. “You’re a god, You’re a god not a queen” “And you worship me?” “Yes” Justin tickled harder “Say it JC, say it.” “I worship you.” The blond stopped his tiny tortures, and leaned down placing a chaste kiss on JC’s lips. Now it was the older man who was pouting. “You made my belly ache” “Oh baby I’m sorry, let me kiss it better. Where does it hurt?” “Here” JC pointed to a spot on his abdomen and Justin leaned down and kissed it. “And here.” another kiss was placed on the indicated spot. “And here.” “JOSH” Justin slapped JC’s hand that was now pointing at his groin. “But that aches too.” “Ok, I’ll kiss that too but on one condition, we go outside.” JC chewed his lip and considered his options “Ok” he jumped up and pulled his young lover out in to the garden. “I love making out under the stars” “Mmmm” the lovers stared up at the November sky. “Did you know new stars are born everyday, and everyday stars burn out.” JC kissed Justin’s head and snuggled closer savouring his sweet musky smell. “Do you love me?” Justin asked suddenly sitting up and leaning over the dozing JC. “Mmm, Sorry what did you say?” “I said do you love me?” JC stroked his thumb over his boyfriends cheek. “With all my heart and soul Justin, with all my heart and soul.” The End.