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I Just Called to Say I Love You
by Riley Cannon
Title: "I Just Called to Say I Love You"
Series: Domestic Incidents
Time frame within series: Waaaay post-LGTStTA, part 1
Disclaimers: They belong to Tom Fontana, HBO, et al; I
only borrow them for non-profit sap & smut.
Summary: This is another little slice of domestic life in
which the AoL is home with the flu, and his Sweet
Baboo knows *just* the right way to cheer him up.
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I JUST CALLED TO SAY I LOVE YOU
Stretched out on the couch, barefoot, in sweats and
Toby's Harvard sweatshirt, Chris was eying the bottle
of Nyquil in a particularly baleful way, failing to
perceive that taking a couple of swigs of it had done
him any good. He just felt sick and slightly loopy
now.
Hearing the car drive off, he reached for the remote
and turned the TV back on, wondering if it would be
worth the effort to go check out the soup Mom and Aunt
Ro had brought over. Deciding no, he tried to get
more comfortable, pulling the blue-and-gray plaid
throw up as he felt a chill, also concluding Dominic's
bedside manner left a certain something to be desired
-- 'If you'd got a shot like I told you to, you
wouldn't be sick. Now take your medicine and quit
whining.' Chris understood Nic probably didn't
appreciate being dragged out here to make a house call
and all, but all the same he was glad Aunt Ro had
smacked him one for that.
Unable to find anything else even vaguely interesting,
he left the TV on 'The Philadelphia Story' -- he'd
always kind of liked that one -- and put his head down
on the pillow, thinking a nap wouldn't be so bad right
now and closing his eyes as Cary Grant and Jimmy
Stewart were cooking up a plan to get Stewart's boss.
He opened them again as Katharine Hepburn was trying
to recover from a hangover, hearing the doorbell
ringing. He listened again, realized it wasn't the
television, and sat up -- slowly. Fuck. Mentally
running down the relative list, pretty sure everyone
had already stopped by to cheer him up, he got up to
answer it, finding a delivery guy standing on the
steps with a package in one hand and a bunch of
flowers in the others. "Yeah?"
"Christopher Keller?" the guy said, sounding way too
perky.
"Yeah," Chris replied, not sounding even slightly
perky.
"These are for you," the guy held out the flowers and
the package.
Well, whoopty-fuckin'-do. Chris accepted them
dubiously, glared at the kid long enough to give him
the idea a tip was not in the offing, and closed the
door. Back in the living room, he stared at the bunch
of flowers, already in a little vase, wondering who
the fuck would be sending him pansies.
Checking the package and recognizing the handwriting
provided an answer, however.
Chris put the little vase on the coffee table then sat
back on the couch and opened the envelope, taking out
a video and a note:
Hey,
Did you know pansy comes from the French
'pensee' and means "I'm thinking of you," in the
language of flowers? No, I didn't think you would.
(You darned well better remember they're our flower,
though. Failure to do so could result in any number
of penalties. That you might enjoy some of these
penalties is entirely beside the point, I might add.)
If the pansies fail to entertain you, the item
enclosed may provide better diversion. Bob emailed me
about it yesterday so I stopped in at Coming
Attractions to pick it up. Looks like Neil and Ethan
should be in good form in this one. When you're
feeling better you can give me a blow-by-blow review.
See you in a couple hours
Love,
Toby
Chris liked the 'Love, Toby' part a lot. And that
he'd be home in a couple of hours.
He picked up the video, looking it over, seeing it was
indeed from their favorite line of productions. This one was
called'Naval Maneuvers, and apparently had Neil and
Ethan as officers on the HMS Devotion, during the
Napoleonic Wars. The cover had Ethan, the blond half
of the duo, sprawled across a bunk, giving his lover a
come hither look while the dark haired Neil was just
dropping his coat to the floor.
And Chris wondered if the Guinness Book World Records
people should be notified, because he really didn't
think he felt like watching porn right now.
Still... He had seen The Philadelphia Story before,
and maybe it would inspire him to hurry up and feel
better.
Getting up, he popped the video into the VCR and hit
PLAY, settling back on the couch as the opening
credits rolled, seeing the production company had not
lowered their standards, and recalling what Toby had
told him the first time they had watched one of these,
how he had been informed these videos were made by
women for women -- and discerning men -- who enjoyed
good guy-on-guy action with real stories and acting.
The only difference between these and one of those
indie films, Toby had been told, was that here the
camera didn't pan away to a shot of a waterfall or
something when the guys hit the sheets.
The first scene had the ship caught in a storm, Ethan
and Neil getting drenched in water that made their
white shirts cling transparently to their sculpted
torsos, tight breeches getting even tighter -- Chris
couldn't say he was experiencing a similar sensation,
however, and fast-forwarded a little, stopping as
Ethan and Neil retired to their quarters and set about
getting each other out of their wet things. Chris
felt a few twinges as Ethan dropped to his knees to
warm up Neil's cock, but only a few, and had to wonder
if it was the flu or the Nyquil affecting his libido.
Or maybe what really made these videos work was the
watching them with Toby part.
He stopped the tape and turned the VCR and TV off, and
settled back on the couch, thinking another nap was
actually the most appealing thing right now. Just as
he was on the verge of dozing off again, however, the
phone rang. One eye cracked open, he scowled over at
it, deciding the machine could fucking well get it.
Two minutes later his cell phone went off.
"Yeah?" he growled.
"Well, somebody feeling grumpy?" Toby said, a smile in
his voice.
Chris sighed and lay back down. "Well, if you were
home I could be feeling Dopey."
"Ha ha. Did you get my presents?"
"Yep."
"Did you like the pansies?"
Chris aimed a critical look at the vase. "Yeah,
they're good pansies."
"How about the other item? Did you watch it?"
"Just for a few minutes. It's okay, I guess."
"You turned off porn?" Toby said, an exaggerated note
of disbelief in his voice.
"Yeah," Chris said, in a tone that challenged him to
make something of it.
"Maybe I should call 911, this could be serious."
Which was more than could be said for Toby's tone of
voice.
"It's not the same, watching it by myself."
"You know, I understand a great many people habitually
watch this sort of material by themselves."
"Only because they don't have you handy."
"Oh -- so I do have my uses, huh?"
"You have all sorts of uses, baby," Chris assured him,
such as how the sound of his voice was enough to make
him feel a whole lot better.
"Yeah?" Toby said, somehow managing to pack a whole
lot of lascivious innuendo into that one innocuous
syllable. "Maybe I can help now."
"What'd you have in mind?" Chris made himself a
little more comfortable on the couch, not sure where
Toby was going but pretty sure he might enjoy it.
"Where are you?"
Chris smiled. "In the living room, on the couch."
"All comfy?"
"Uh huh. Where're you?"
"In my office."
"Tobe -- geez--"
"My last appointment canceled, Dad just took off for
the day, the door's locked -- relax." Toby sighed,
sounding like he was getting more comfortable himself.
"You at your desk?"
"Umm hmm. What are you wearing?"
"Same thing I was when you left this morning."
"I've got my coat off and my tie undone," Toby told
him. "Now I'm unbuttoning my shirt."
Chris licked his lips, picturing that very easily.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Now I'm touching my chest... Hmm, my nipples
aren't getting hard the way you like them--"
"Tobe, geez..."
"What would you do if you were here?"
"Uhm, I guess I'd lick them a little, suck 'em," Chris
said, breathing a little harder, hiking the sweatshirt
up and running a hand over his own nipples, imagining
it was Toby's fingers caressing them, Toby's tongue
lapping at them. "That any, uhm, better?"
"Uh huh." Toby sounded a little breathless, too.
"Push your sweats down."
"Yeah -- and?"
"Touch yourself, like I do. Can you feel my hand,
Chris," Toby's voice breathed in his ear, "gliding up
and down?"
Chris bit his lip, imagining it was Toby's hand
touching him. "Uh huh."
"My thumb's swirling over the tip, isn't it?"
Chris closed his eyes. "Uh huh."
"It feels good, doesn't it, just like you're making me
feel?"
"Umm hmm."
"Can you feel my tongue now, licking you there?"
"Oh god, Tobe... Yeah... " He was gonna die, but
Jesus Christ, it would be worth it.
"Can you feel me taking you into my mouth, sucking?"
"Uh huh."
"Do you feel me playing with your balls?"
"Uhm..."
Voice getting huskier, breathing harder, Toby asked,
"Am I sucking you good, Chris?"
"Uhm hmm..."
"Are you going to come for me?"
"Oh fuck ... Yeah .... "
"Come for me, baby. Let me taste you," Toby urged
him, practically panting now, right along with him.
"Toby ... oh, Jesus fucking Christ, Tobe..." Chris
felt the tension seeping out of his muscles with his
release, sinking back into the soft warmth of the
couch, and opening his eyes to confirm he really was
still alone in the room. "Christ, Toby..." he sighed
into the phone. "I think I ruined the blanket."
A warm, sexy chuckle sounded in his ears. "We can get
a new one. Feel better now?"
"Oh, fuck yeah. Did you come?"
"Uhm ... yep."
"Good. Wouldn't want to leave you feeling
unsatisfied," Chris said, feeling kind of sleepy now
and not able to stifle a yawn.
Toby laughed again. "Don't forget to clean off before
you take a nap."
"I won't. You'll be home soon?"
"Uh huh."
"Good." Chris sighed. "See you then."
"You, too. Love you."
"Love you," Chris echoed and set the phone back on the
table, finding he had just enough energy left to take
the video out and slip it back into its box, taking it
with him as he went upstairs to get cleaned up.
Snuggled into bed, he only missed Toby's presence a
little, and dozed off with a smile on his face.
--the end--
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I Just Called to Say I Love You -- Stevie Wonder
No new years's day
to celebrate
no chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
no first of spring
no song to sing
in fact here's just another ordinary day
No April rain
no flowers bloom
no wedding saturday within the month of June
But what it is
Is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
No summer's high
No warm July
No harvest moon to light one tender August night
No autumn breeze
No falling leaves
No even time for birds to fly to southern skies
No libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is
Though old so new
To fill your heart like no three words Could ever do.
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
Of my heart
Of my heart
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