Rx:  Laughter
by Alicia

A very tiny Sock.  (K/P slash, but no smut.  PG-13, I'd say)

For CiCi, with love.

With thanks to Te for betaing and Airplane stuff.

Alex and Brian aren't mine.  They belong to each other.

******


"Come on, Alex, just come with--whoops!  No, we're not going into the--
Alex, we need to--"

//God, he's so cute like this ...//

"Alex, no, Alex, don't sit--  Alex, please, come on--"

//... but he's a lot heavier than he looks.//

"Alex, no!  Just come--Alex, darling, just put your--  No!  Alex...."

//A few glasses of wine and a showing of "Airplane" at the revival house, and
look how he ends up.// 

Brian Pendrell leaned against the wall and sighed as he watched his lover,
giggling so hard his knees gave out, slide to the floor.

//It's a good thing he doesn't get like this often.//  But the picture Alex
presented--long limbs sprawled across the hallway carpet, dark hair falling
in his face, shoulders shaking helplessly--was too endearing for Brian to be
irritated.

//Actually, maybe he should do this more.  He's usually so controlled ...
it's probably a good way of releasing tension.//

Brian smiled fondly at his partner, thinking absently that it was a good
thing he'd just vacuumed.  And then a lightning-quick arm grabbed his ankle
and Brian closed his eyes reflexively as he thumped to the ground.

Only to find himself staring up into his lover's grinning face.  

//How can one man be *that* beautiful?//

"All right ... sourpuss ... now it's ... your turn," Alex gasped between
continued bouts of laughter.

Brian only had an instant to ponder the occasional *disadvantages* of having
a lover who knows you intimately before skilled fingers probed his rib cage,
unerringly finding the spot that inevitably sent him shrieking.

The one saving grace, of course, was that since Alex was already in
hysterics, he was susceptible to tickling too.

"Aah--aah--'like my men,'" Alex whooped.

"'Picked the wrong week to give up sniffing glue--'" Brian responded.

"'I speak jive....'"

"'How do you feel about--'"  A helpless snort.  "'... about gladiator
movies?'"

Sparkling green eyes widened, blazed into deceptively innocent-looking baby
blues.  And then the laughter was gone, obliterated by a flood of the kind of
passion only possible between longtime lovers.  A torrent made up of total
acceptance, bone-deep knowledge, unwaning desire.  Alex may have moved first
by a fraction of a second, but the ensuing kiss was as mutual an endeavor as
two human beings could possibly undertake.

Tongues stroking in urgent tandem.

A whimpering moan, eagerly swallowed by the other's mouth.

Teeth nibbling on swollen lips.

A rain of tiny kisses over fever-flushed skin.

Chins, cheeks, noses bumping and striving to meld two men into one.

"Only yours."

"Yes.  And only yours."

Another searching, languorous kiss.

"Here?"

"Yes.  Oh, yes."

"Good."

******

Finis