Movie Night... the Aftermath
by Aimless
Ken gripped the handles of the overfull laundry basket as he carefully navigated the stairway. He really ought to do his laundry more often but truth be told he hated it. So the clothes tended to pile up until his lovers complained at the growing mound totally obscuring the hamper.
Plus one handle was on the verge of coming off completely. The last thing he needed was to have it all go tumbling to the landing. Ken stopped in the second floor hallway to catch his breath. That was when he noticed Chloe outside the bathroom door. He was bent over and seemed to be listening.
What the hell? Ken wondered as he placed the basket against the wall and walked over. He tapped Chloe on the shoulder.
“Hey gorgeous whatcha doin?”
Chloe jumped and sprang away from the door.
“Don’t DO that! I nearly had a heart attack.” Chloe’s hand was placed dramatically against his chest for emphasis.
Ken snickered and put his arm around the Blond’s shoulders. “Want me to kiss it and make it better.”
“Shhhh…and come here. Listen to this. I think he might do a second chorus.” Chloe dragged his lover to the slightly cracked bathroom door.
The shower was running and as Ken peeked in he could see a slim silhouette through the opaque shower curtain.
“You’re spying on Michel? You perv!” Ken just could not believe it.
“Hey it’s not like he never spied on us before. Consider it payback. Besides I’m not here to oogle his body. Just listen.” Chloe leaned in closer.
“What?! Michel’s seen us? When? Where?” Ken turned beet red at the implications.
“Quiet!” Chloe hissed. “Besides it’s not like we are very discrete. I bet Michel’s gotten quite an education. Now hush…ooh there he goes!”
Despite his better judgment Ken leaned closer to the door until his cheek brushed Chloe’s. Michel seemed to be singing while he washed. That was not unusual…Ken tended to sing in the shower too. It was Michel’s choice of material that had Ken’s eyes widening and mouth dropping open.
Chloe giggled delightedly.
A clear tenor floated out the door on a waft of vanilla scented steam.
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis?
Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong?
It's swell to have a stiffy.
It's divine to own a dick,
From the tiniest little tadger
To the world's biggest prick.
So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas.
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake,
Your piece of pork, Free’s best friend,
Your Percy, or your cock.
You can wrap it up in ribbons.
You can slip it in your sock,
But don't take it out in public,
Or they will stick you in the dock,
And you won't come back.
Chloe sank to the floor with both hands over his mouth to hold in the laughter.
Ken just stood there. Where did Michel learn this stuff?
“He changed the lyrics! Did you hear? He put Free’s name in. Oh this is too rich.” Chloe wheezed.
The singing stopped and the water shut off. Ken got one glimpse of a very naked Michel stepping out of the tub. He nearly flailed as he grabbed Chloe to drag him away from the door before they were caught.
Once away from the door Chloe laughed as he shook his head.
Ken watched smiling at his lover’s antics. He just had to know though. “How do you know the lyrics? Where did Michel learn that song?”
“I have an idea what he did last night while we were all out. Follow me.” Chloe took Ken’s hand and led him to the large living room where the big screen TV proudly took up one whole wall.
They entered the room and both stood there surprised at the carnage.
The coffee table was littered with beer bottles, soda cans and spilled popcorn. Overflowing onto the floor were two large soup bowls with what appeared to be the remains of noodles and god knew what else. Chip bags, an opened jar of marshmallow cream, a jar of pickles and a bottle of hot sauce sat nearby.
A groan from the floor beside the couch immediately got their attention. Ken and Chloe both peered over the arm of the sofa and there lay Free. He wore a set of pajamas covered in fornicating sheep. A gag gift from Michel last Christmas. How the chibi got Free to wear the ridiculous things they were afraid to ask.
He was covered in Little Debbie snack cake wrappers and adorning Free’s face was a chocolate mustache.
“Are you all right?” Ken asked concerned.
“Kill me.” Free whimpered.
“Movie night with Michel huh? You let him pick the snacks didn’t you?” Chloe knelt on the couch leaning over to examine their distressed friend.
“I want to die. I had no idea…really. It was horrible. I think dinner had macaroni, salami, sardines and cheezwhiz.” Free shuddered and belched.
“Ewwwww…let me guess the beer made it all taste great.” Ken sympathized as he brushed Free’s shaggy bangs off his sweaty forehead.
“Yeah…now I just want to expire quietly. I don’t think I can move.” Free moaned as he placed his arm over his eyes.
“I’ll get you something for your stomach and headache.” Chloe offered sympathetically.
“But this still doesn’t tell me where Michel got that song from.” Ken was still confused.
Free waved his hand limply at the stack of DVD’s on the entertainment center. Ken walked over and picked them up and read the titles. They all seemed to be part of a series.
“Monty Python the Complete collection? Never heard of it.” Ken looked bemusedly at the covers.
“Oh Honey that is one thing we simply must rectify. They are the funniest group of British men I’ve ever seen. They do sketch comedy and several movies.” Chloe replied as he scooped up the dinner dishes.
“Ok…if you say so. I guess I’ll watch it sometime. But I think we’d better get that medicine for Free…he looks a little green.” Ken grabbed the jars and bottles as he followed Chloe down to the kitchen.
Ken cocked his head as Chloe started to hum. Then the blond broke into song. Ken raised an eyebrow at the odd lyrics.
“Oh I’m a Lumberjack and I’m ok….”