Series: The Best Moves
Disclaimer: Wholly original work.
Characters/Pairings: Jameson/Ethan, Myra Z
Summary: Ethan has one thing to tell Myra. Myra's best friend is the 'hold' button. Ethan can't reach the candy jar...
"Not again -- Myra!"
At least the radio station had the decency to use their own broadcast as the hold music, but Ethan rolled his eyes at the receiver anyway - what should have been a five minute conversation with Myra had already taken nearly a half-hour thanks to whatever her current intern couldn't manage to do without failing repeatedly.
With a sigh, Ethan hopped up onto the kitchen counter and attempted to slide towards the jar of hard candy that he'd bought the day before. But it was just beyond his reach and he didn't dare drop the phone - not if Myra might come back for a few seconds of Very Important Conversation.
"Should I invest in another cordless phone?"
Ethan, still stretched along the counter, couldn't help glaring at Jameson.
"No," he replied. "Gotta have a corded line so we can escape from the Matrix when the power blows."
"Fine. But don't you usually call the printer on your phone?" Jameson asked as he walked through the room.
Ethan looked at the clock on the microwave. Between Myra and everything else that had happened during the day, time had flown and it was well past when Jameson usually arrived back at their condo.
"Myra." Ethan shook his head. "Intern. Keep getting put on hold. I had one little, tiny idea... I just grabbed the closest phone."
"You used to do evil things to me when I would be stuck on hold," Jameson commented before pushing the candy jar into Ethan's free hand. "I suppose I could return the favor."
"You could," Ethan replied after a quick second of silence on the receiver that was nothing more than a bad segue between songs. He opened the candy jar at the same time Jameson's hands reached for the zipper of his pants.
Picking a big piece of his favourite flavor, Ethan purred as Jameson began to stroke him to arousal. The candy clinked against his teeth as he leaned back and let his head bump against the mostly-empty spice rack.
He had to hold in a moan when the earpiece clicked and buzzed. Myra's voice was warm and deep and aplogetic.
"Myra... Think about what I said and stop by after work," Ethan managed before his voice cracked. "I really have to hang up now."
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