A friend directed me to an mprov toy, which basically gives you a pairing for you and words, you do the rest. My pairing was JC/Lance, and the words; marmalade, itinerary, and critic. This little ficlet came from that.

Marmalade

“JC! You ate all the marmalade.”

JC poked his head around the kitchen door, looked from the empty jar in Lance’s hand up to Lance’s scowling face and went immediately into denial mode. “I did not. I had peanut butter on my bagel this morning.”

“Oh really,” Lance held out a plate with a tiny piece of orange smeared bagel on it. “Explain this then.”

JC was nothing if not quick on his feet. “Chris. Last night. He came over when you were on the phone going over next week’s itinerary with Melinda, and he was hungry, so I told him to help himself, and,” JC pointed at the offending objects in Lance’s hand. “There you go.”

“Chris ate all of the marmalade.”

JC nodded, “He did, and he said that it was good that he had, too, because it was starting to taste a bit odd, so it must have been old.”

Lance did not for one minute believe the story his boyfriend of two years was feeding him, especially not when JC got closer and he spotted a small smear of orange just below his lip.

“Since when has Chris become a food critic?”

“Since he started dating Julie, her dad’s a chef.”

“Uh huh.”

Lance set the plate down on the counter with one hand, and used the other to pull JC towards him until their hips bumped. “You sticking to that story,” he asked, as he brushed a finger over JC’s chin and then held it up so that JC could see its shining orange tip.

"Ummm."

"I didn't talk to Melinda last night, JC."

"You. You didn't," JC stuttered.

"No, I didn't. And Chris hasn't been here for over a week."

"He hasn't?" JC squirmed, but failed to loosen Lance's grip.

"Nope. He hasn't."

JC smiled hopefully at Lance. "Maybe we just forgot to clean up after he left."

"The cleaning crew was here yesterday," Lance informed him.

"They were."

"They were."

"Oh, well then."

"Yes, well then. It seems JC, that you've lied, and you know that there's always a price to pay when you lie."

JC swallowed hard. "There is?"

"Oh, yes," Lance answered solemnly. "There is."

"What," JC licked his lips. "What is it?"

"You," Lance backed JC up into the counter. "Have to do whatever I want, whenever I want, and however I want, for the rest of the day."

"Wow, that's tough," JC breathed as Lance held his marmalade smeared finger to JC's lips. "But I think that I can live with it."

Any and all errors are solely mine, as I didn't take the time to wait for editing before I posted.