I Had a Lovely Evening
by northern

Part of Musicdiamond's quotes challenge.

"I had a lovely evening. Unfortunately, this wasn't it."

It's strange, sometimes, how things don't go the way you want them to. Or how when they do, it's never at the right moment.

For example, when Justin lounged all over Chris last week after their ballgame, his body a pleasant weight against Chris's side and chest on the couch, Chris hadn't really appreciated it. This week, when Chris had his new awareness about how he wanted that weight on him so very much, there was no possibility of ever having it again.

At least not without telling Justin about it.

Which he was never, ever doing, because that would destroy something important between them. What exactly that was, he hadn't worked out yet.

Chris reminded himself why it was so very important that he not tell Justin about the new heat that he had such difficulties controlling whenever they touched, accidentally or not. It was a little difficult thinking when Justin stood there right in front of him, lazily pulling his t-shirt off and stretching.

Chris swallowed and looked away, trying to mask his flustered actions by folding the blanket lying over the backrest of the easy chair. He concentrated on getting the folds neat. So. And so. And not on the clean lines of Justin's perfect chest and waist, the arms stretching, the half-closed eyes.

Which were watching him.

Chris clenched his jaw and finished folding the blanket with an extra snap and threw it on the couch, his eyes flickering between the doorway to the backyard and the floor.

"What?" Justin said.

Chris threw himself on the couch and picked up the control to the Play station. Where was the Gran Turismo when he needed it? He fiddled with the box of games, but couldn't find it.

"It's already in, Chris," Justin said. His head was tilted to one side, his eyes calculating. "If you're looking for the GT."

Chris glared at him and tossed the other control up on the couch next to him. "Shut up, smart boy, and play. I wanna beat you something bad."

Justin shrugged and dropped his shirt on the floor, scooted himself up into the corner of the couch and picked up the control. "You're grumpy today," he said, grinning. "You're not gonna win like that, you know."

Chris wanted to hit him, or wrestle him to the floor, but didn't.