Ship: Pray

After sex talk.

~•~

"I'm sorry, what?" Palette snorted, looking up at Cray, who was checking his naked form out in the mirror. Cray smiled at himself.

"What we just did," he said, looking a Palette's distant reflection." I call it, 'Spontaneous Sex'."

"What the hell is wrong with your mind?" Palette laughed, falling back into the comfy sheets.

"Hey!" Cray pouted." I'm a perfectly normal, healthy, growing boy."

"No," Palette depanned." You're not."

"Fuck you." Cray grumbled, finally turning to look at him with an irritated expression.

"You did," Palette waved a finger, swinging his feet over the side of Cray's bed." You have."

"I love when you're a smart ass, babe," he said, cupping his face." But not to me."

"You are so weird." Palette rolled his eyes. Cray gasped dramatically.

"I," he declared rather loudly, leaning back and placing a hand on his chest." Am a perfectly normal, healthy, growing boy."

"You are not a 'perfectly normal, healthy growing boy," Palette told him, poking him in the ribs." You are a healthy man."

"Aw, you think I'm a man!"

"If you were a boy," Palette smirked." I don't think you could fuck me senseless."

"I don't think so either." Cray agreed. Palette giggled softly at his boyfriend's playful nature.

"You're ridiculous." Palette told him, shaking his head.

"Ridiculous? Yes," Cray said." Stupid? No."

"I don't know." Palette challenged." You can be rather retarded sometimes."

"Oh, shut up." He puffed out his cheeks. Palette looked him in the eyes, something shining in his own.

"Make me," Palette paused." If you can, little boy."

Cray leapt on top of him, pushing him down into the sheets and smirking. A grin spread across his face, his canine teeth flashing.

"It's on."

He began to tickle Palette non-stop, making him laugh hysterically. Palette tried desperately to push him off, but his attempts we're futile.

"Ok, ok! I give, I give!" Palette said, his sides beginning to hurt. Cray stopped, letting a panting Palette catch his breath. Palette kissed Cray on the cheek softly, before rolling him off and standing up." I'm gonna go take a shower."

"I'll be waiting, my love."

"You'll be waiting a while," Palette said." I've decided to take a bath."

Cray stared at him for a minute.

"There goes my water bill, fuck."