Author's Note: This story was written as part of EBoS' "Private Dancer" challenge.
Chris paused to listen outside his office door. The wood was thick but he could just hear Ezra's overly careful pronunciation.
"'He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake; And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.'"
Frowning, Chris opened the door.
Ezra didn't look up from where he lay on the leather couch with a half empty bottle of whisky in one hand, an empty glass in the other, and a small grey kitten on his chest.
"'Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity,'" Ezra continued to the kitten conspiratorially. "'You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square -- But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there.'"
Closing the door, Chris moved over to crouch by the couch and lightly scratch behind the kitten's ears until Ezra met his gaze.
"Ah, Mr Larabee," Ezra said with a smile. "I was just teaching my young friend here about the elusive evils of the world, courtesy of Mr Eliot's enlightening verse."
"We'll get Brahmer next time." Chris let his hand fall onto Ezra's chest as the kitten moved down the couch to inspect Ezra's glass. "The bastard'll be back. He's too greedy not to try again and we'll be ready for him."
"As I recall, we were supposedly ready for him this time."
Chris thumbed Ezra's nearest nipple and felt it tighten under his shirt. "It wasn't your fault."
"I know that," Ezra sighed while Chris freed a few shirt buttons to caress the flushed skin beneath.
Ezra moved a hand up to rest on Chris' wrist. "'Would make a fakir stare,' indeed," he said softly.
A moment later, the glass Ezra had been holding hit the floor, followed by the kitten, which jumped after it.
Ezra paid them no heed.
Chris' gaze narrowed. "You been drinking since you heard?"
"How could you tell?" Ezra replied sarcastically even while closing his eyes and moving into Chris' exploring fingers.
Licking his lips, Chris bent down to mouth Ezra's nipple through the shirt, making Ezra arch into him as he sucked the warm taste of skin through detergent.
"Is it just me or am I wearing too many clothes?" Ezra asked breathlessly.
"You look fine to me," Chris answered between kisses. "Where'd you get the cat?"
"From the floor." Ezra gasped. "Under Josiah's-- Hell, Chris," he yelped, gripping Chris' wrist as it moved downwards. "The others are--"
"Out and they won't be back." Chris returned to licking and sucking Ezra's chest through the damp shirt while slipping his hand down to rub Ezra's stirring cock through its cloth confines.
Moving one hand up to grip the back of Chris' neck, Ezra began thrusting against Chris' hand.
Chris increased the pressure, squeezing and teasing mercilessly until Ezra was writhing, shuddering and coming hard.
When Ezra steadied to meet his gaze, Chris grinned then kissed him. "Better?"
"Indeed." Ezra nodded. "But I have suddenly resolved to become maudlin more often."
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