Another short, pointless fic of mine. I wrote this story about two years ago at least. So there's probably a million and one grammar errors and you most likely won't understand what I'm trying to say. But hey.

If you stumble across some stupid mistake which will most likely embarrass me and ruin my [lack of] reputation, tell me?

Aite. Enjoy.

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“C’mon, Mikey!” Chester insisted as he walked past Mike, who was sitting on the sofa pouting.

“No… I don’t wanna paint a friggin’ fence!” Mike growled back.

“Why? It’ll be fun, Mike! Plus it’s a lovely day and the fence really needs another paint” Chester stated, picking up a big can of dark brown fence paint and a couple of paint brushes, then opened the door which lead to the backyard.

“No one’s gonna see the fence because it’s inside our backyard! I don’t see the point…”

“Well I think we need to get outta the house and do something in the sun… together. Now come one ya big couch potato, stop being such a girl!”

“I’m not being a girl!” Mike yelled, suddenly more conscious than before.

“Yes you are. This is a man’s job so get off your cute little ass and help me with it, or I’ll resort to calling you my Sugar-plum Princess! How bad can it be anyway?”

“...Fine then…” Mike sighed and trailed along behind Chester, through the yard to the back fence. Chester placed the paint can down on the ground and handed Mike one of the large brushes. Mike looked at the red-handled object in his hand then up at Chester.

“It’s called a paint brush. We’ll be using them today…” Chester stated seriously. Mike let out a frustrated groan.

“This is going to be such a long afternoon” Mike sighed.

“Don’t be so negative, baby! You’ll enjoy it once you get into it” Chester encouraged opening the can and dipping his paintbrush in it so he could start to paint the dirty fence. Cleaning the fence would be hard work, Chester thought. Painting it with his baby out in the warm sunshine on a beautiful afternoon seemed like a much better choice. Plus he was going to make Mike enjoy this afternoon no matter how he had to. Mike was in a pretty foul mood, but he was planning on changing that…

They both started to paint away… covering up the old faded paint and dirt that had set in.

Within half an hour they had covered about half the fence. The sun was beating down on them and they were both becoming very hot.

“Argh! I’m taking this thing off…” Mike suddenly said pulling his plain white t-shirt over his head and dropping it on the grass beside him. Chester looked up at Mike from his kneeling position on the ground. He grinned slightly when he saw the sight before him - Mike standing up without a shirt on, his tanned skin shining with the sweat that had formed because of the hot weather. His baggy jeans hung loosely on his hips and a look of concentration etched across his face. Chester found it hard tearing his eyes away from Mike’s well-toned body, but eventually did.

A mere five minutes later Mike dropped his brush to the ground and then dropped his body to the ground as well. He stretched out, enjoying the heat of the sun.

“I need a tan,” He simply stated. Chester looked over at Mike and again felt that tingly feeling in his stomach.

He decided that it was a good time to take a break, so he put his paintbrush down and sat beside Mike, leaning back on his hands.

“You already have a good tan”, Chester finally replied. Mike opened his eyes slightly and looked up at Chester.

“Actually, you’re the one who needs a tan…”

“True, but I burn instead!” Chester laughed, Mike laughed too.

“Shame!” Mike teased.

“Hey! You like it. Plus you get to take care of me when I can’t move ‘cause I’m too burnt… And that always proves to be fun”, Chester smiled down at Mike. Mike smiled a gorgeous smile, Chester was glad that he’d cheered Mike up some.

Mike sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing some. Suddenly, he felt a warm hand running up his torso to his neck. Two soft lips were placed on his and started to gently caress his own. Mike quickly recovered from the shock and kissed back.

After a few minutes Chester pulled back and grinned down at Mike.

“I couldn’t resist… you just look so damn sexy like this”, Chester confessed and began nibbling Mike’s neck lightly. This bought another smile to Mikes face and a quiet moan to slip from his lips. Chester began to move lower until he reached Mike’s shoulder blade and started to place small, soft kisses across the bone. Mike’s hands found their way down to the hem of Chester’s light blue t-shirt and began to lift it up his body. Chester stopped the nibbling until Mike had successfully removed the offending t-shirt, then he got back to the job at hand. Mike’s hands ran up and down the pale skin of Chester’s back, soothing the skin.

Things started to get more and more heated. Just as both men could feel the first onset of hardness down below, Chester felt something very cold and very wet drop onto his back with an almighty splat. His head shot up as he yelped with surprise. He looked up at Mike to see him giggling hysterically, a paintbrush held loosely in his hand. Obviously it was Mike who was to blame for the cold paint that was dribbling down his back.

“I’m gonna get you for that!” Chester screamed and sat over Mike’s legs, holding them firmly against the ground with his own. He began to dig his fingers into Mike’s sides just enough to make it tickle like hell. Mike immediately began to shriek with laughter and tried to squirm as much as he could. Chester continued his attack on all of Mike’s ticklish spots - he knew Mike’s body better than his own so it wasn’t at all hard to achieve revenge.

Mike madly tried to stop the tickling by swatting his arms and hands at Chester. Chester grabbed both of Mike’s wrists and held them firmly on the ground above Mike’s head.

“That was pure evil! My back is shit brown now!” Chester growled, his lips just inches from Mike’s. Mike grinned cheekily up at Chester.

“I know. But you deserved it!”

“And how did you come to that conclusion?” Chester questioned curiously.

“You made me come out here on my day off when I could have been sitting on my fat ass inside being lazy”.

“You mean your cute ass…” Chester corrected. Mike chuckled.

“Whatever you say my ass is…”

“Very cute” Chester interrupted.

“As I was saying… this ass of mine didn’t have to be out here… painting a fence” Mike stated.

“But you have to admit that you’re having more fun than you were expecting” Mike didn’t answer… “Oooh… Mikey has nothing to say…” Chester mocked.

Mike growled.

“Chazy?”

“Mmm hmm” Chester replied nibbling on Mike’s neck again.

“You know how you’re always right about everything?” Mike questioned.

“Umm… yeah…?” Chester answered looking up from his work.

“It’s very, very annoying!” Mike grinned. Chester laughed too and leaned down to kiss Mike, but Mike turned his head away.

“Wha…?” Chester pouted.

“Let me go!” Mike pleaded trying to pull his hands out of Chester’s strong grip.

“You have to promise no more evil stunts”

“Aww! But it was fun!” Mike replied childishly.

“Well pull something like that again and I’ll make sure I get proper revenge”

“Proper? And tickling me senseless wasn’t proper revenge?”

“No it wasn’t… you’re just too ticklish! You’re like a Tickle-Me-Elmo! Cute and cuddly and completely irresistible!” Chester said, finally releasing Mike’s arms.

“Well if you really feel that way about a little red monster, why don’t you just leave me for the fluff bomb?”

“Because he’s not quite as cute as you… Almost! But not quite…”

“Well I guess it was my red hair that made you fall for me, huh? Reminded you of your childhood hero…” Both men cracked up.

“Yes it did…” Chester giggled.

“Well, I always liked Cookie Monster, you remind me of him,” Mike suddenly confessed.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because you eat too many cookies and that’s how this came around…” Mike answered grabbing at Chester’s belly.

“How what came… Ahh!” Chester yelped with laughter as Mike swiftly flipped Chester over so he was on top and began to tickle Chester’s belly. “THE CRISPY CREAM!” Chester yelled as he tried to wriggle from underneath Mike.

“Payback time, baby!”

“What? I didn’t… do… anything… to you…” Chester protested in-between hysterical laughter.

“That doesn’t matter… you need a good tickle!”

“No! I… can’t…” Chester couldn’t finish his sentence due to extreme laughter. “Stop! Stop, I can’t… take it…” Chester stopped squirming as Mike stopped tickling. Mike lay his torso down on Chester’s and tucked his arms into Chester’s sides. Chester wrapped his arms around Mike’s back and tried to recover from the sudden attack.

“Now if that wasn’t evil then I seriously don’t know what is,” Chester said, breaking the silence.

“I know, but you liked it” Mike answered.

“No I didn’t!”

“Uh huh you did” Mike teased sinking his lips into Chester’s neck and kissing and biting it softly.

“No! It was nasty of you.”

“You like this though, don’t ya, baby?” Mike mumbled against the skin of Chester’s neck. Chester’s reply was a moan.

“I’ll take that as a yes” Mike said sitting back up and smoothing his hands down Chester’s torso.

“Aw, don’t stop!” Chester complained with a cute pout forming on his lips. Mike melted at the sight.

“No, come on, we’ve gotta finish this fence” Mike sighed climbing off Chester and picking up his paintbrush.

“Now look who’s eager to get going!” Chester teased.

“Well, Chazy, the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go back inside, have a long steamy shower and cuddle up with pizza and a movie” Mike stated factually. Chester jumped up and grabbed his paintbrush.

“Sounds like a plan” he grinned anxious to get the job finished…

End.