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It was habitual of Ace to sing and croon all kinds of tunes: Disney, Britney, Backstreet Boys, and etc. Law did not mind. Undoubtedly, Ace had a sensational voice, even if Law sometimes secretly plugged his ears for better concentration due to the lyrics of certain songs being completely distracting. This time, because it was Christmas, Law was a keen solo member in the audience. Expecting Christmas carols, Law got another pun of his name slipped into the song, eliciting a frown over an unimpressed stare—that lasted only a brief second as emotions swelled within Law. He broke out a candid half-smile and then he brushed his fingers through his hair.
Law had an arch gleam in his eye. “Well,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “you got me.” Law sauntered over to Ace and paused by the couch. He bent his knee and lifted his foot onto the seat, naughtily opening his crotch at an obtuse angle toward Ace’s eyes. Alas, his jeans concealed his thighs, hindering his attempt at seduction. Thankfully, it was an easy fix. Law unbuttoned his jeans and fumbled and struggled to yank off his pants. The cuffs caught around his ankles and he spent a moment hopping on one leg and stumbling and staggering before he sat down and properly removed his jeans. Law tossed the jeans over his shoulder and, standing tall in only his sweater and boxers, proudly flaunting himself and his hairless thighs in all their naked glory, Law returned his attention to Ace. Law gave a jerk of his chin at Ace to beckon. Toucan play the pun game.
“Take a gander…” Law purred, making flirty eyes at Ace. A lascivious smile stretched across his lips, once again, Law raised his leg and replaced his foot on the couch, affecting absolute self-confidence as he modeled his heart print boxers provocatively, giving Ace a sneak beak of his sexiness.
“So how d’you want me?” Law used his deepest, most sensual voice. He grazed his fingertips over his inner thigh as he said, “D’you want…some Roost Turkey?” Unfortunately, it had sounded heaps smarter in his head. Soon as the words left his mouth, Law grimaced slightly at his moronic comment. But—good grief, God in heaven—Ace could be kind of dim with regards to flirting, so Law hoped Ace just thought he had lost it, his mind gone down the toilet as a result of the drugs.
“Oh, cockadoodleroo, fuckadoodleroo.” Law cleared his throat, rooking a little sheepish. Regardless, he kept his foot planted firmly on the couch at a right angle. For some reason, he had much more to say. “Get it?” Law asked. “Roo’s Turkey? Roost turkey? Rooster-turkey?” Because Law thought Ace might not get it and thus needed to explain because he was determined to beat Ace at the pun game.
Law finally dragged his foot off the seat and flopped down onto the couch. He sprawled uncouthly on the couch, all too roosey-goosey, with his gaze fixed on Ace. “Well…? I’ll grant your wish now,” Law said. “It’s all you want for Christmas, isn’t it? Some rovey-dovey roomance? Why don’t you come on down and warm my roosty turkey? It’s feeling kinda cold. Don’t be so roothless now. Perhaps I’ll even let you rule the roost, since it’s Christmas.”
Seconds later, Law had a rooful expression etched on his face. “I really egret those… The mood isn’t rooned, is it…? Let’s flock. Come fowl my cock.”
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