"Are you coming to bed yet?" Jeff whined, directing a pout at his lover, who was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine and listening to headphones.

 Chris glanced up at the young man, who was currently sprawled across the bed in only a tshirt and boxers. He slid his headphones off, setting his magazine down and looking intently at Jeff. "Wanna play a game?" he suggested.

 Jeff frowned. "No, I want you to come to bed."

 "Not ready to yet." Chris' face flushed with excitement. "I wanna play a Bruce related game!"

 "Who's Bruce?" Jeff asked.

 Chris' eyes narrowed. "That's not funny Jeff. 'Who's Bruce'!" He shook his head and laughed. "You know who Bruce is! Now lets play Bruce points. I'll ask you Bruce-related questions, and if you get them right, then you earn Bruce points!"

 "What good do Bruce points do me?" Jeff pouted, knowing better than to argue with his lover.

 "Well, you can exchange them for stuff," Chris explained.

 Jeff grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at the blonde. "Like sex?"

 Chris crossed his arms. "You're gonna need a lot of Bruce points to get me!" he exclaimed.

 "Well come on then, give me some Bruce points so we can get it on!" Jeff announced.

 "Ok. For Bruce points, which two Maiden boys have been in it from the beginning?" Chris questioned.

 Jeff wrinkled his nose. "I don't know!" he exclaimed. "I don't even KNOW any of their names."

 "Want another question?"


 "Ok. Which of Bruce's album had a fish on the cover?"

 " ‘Fish Tales'?" Jeff guess mockingly.

 Chris gave him a sharp look. "Since you obviously don't know that one, we'll move on. Bruce originally wrote the song "Bring Your Daughter to the Slaughter" for what movie soundtrack?"

 "Chris," whined Jeff, "This isn't fair! You're doing really hard ones! Only someone who like collected Bruce trivia would know those answers!"

 Chris sighed. "Fine, I'll think of something easier. Something I KNOW I've talked about with you before. Um...oh! Ok, both Bruce and Nicko can operate what kind of special vehicle? In other words, they both have what kind of special license?"

 "A tour van?" Jeff guesses, pouting when Chris shook his head. "Can we just forget this and get to the fun stuff? I want some, and I want it now!"

 Chris put his hands on his hips. "Jeff, you have yet to rack up a SINGLE Bruce point! You have to get at least ONE question right if you expect me to go to the trouble of fucking you tonight. I'll give you one more chance."

 "Just make it easy," Jeff grumbled, licking his lips and waiting anxiously for the question.

 Chris took a deep breath. "I'm going to make this really, really easy. It's something I've been talking about CONSTANTLY for the past three weeks, so you better get it right. It's really, incredibly easy." He paused, taking a deep breath. "What is the title of Bruce's most recent album?"

 "Oh, I know this." Jeff screwed up his face, thinking for a moment. "I really know this..it's....um....oh! I got it!" He grinned at Chris. "Cowboy!"

 Chris just stared at the younger man, his face darkening. He was clearly struggling to keep his breathing even. " ‘Cowboy'?" he hissed, his eyes blazing. " ‘Cowboy'?!? That isn't even a Bruce album! That isn't even a Bruce SONG! That's a fucking Kid Rock song you moron! How can you not know this?!?!? Have I not been listening to that album constantly? Have I not been going on and on and on about it? Have I not been worshiping at Bruce's feet screaming ‘I'm not worthy'?!?"

 "Well you can't expect me to pay attention to everything you do," Jeff muttered.

 "It isn't just this! You never listen to ANYTHING I say, and I'm sick of it!" Chris hissed. "You think the whole fucking world revolves around you and you just can't bare to put anyone else's needs above your own! Every time I ask you if you want out to go out to dinner, or go to a club, or go to a concert, you just toss what remains of your hair and say ‘Forget that, let's fuck'. Either that or you know EXACTLY what you want to do, and you couldn't care less what I think!"

 "Baby, you're working yourself up over nothing! Now shut up and come here," Jeff snapped. "I'm tired of waiting while you bitch and bitch about NOTHING."

 Chris just stared at the other man for a moment, then he walked stiffly over to his bag, throwing in a few loose objects he had taken out of it earlier and zipping it up. "Chris." Jeff sat up, looking concerned for the first time. "What are you doing?"

 "Leaving," Chris stated tersely. "Leaving you!"

 "Just ‘cos I don't know anything about some stupid singer?" Jeff cried.

 Chris turned narrow eyes on Jeff. "If you think that, Jeff, then you're even more of an idiot than I thought!" He ignored Jeff's pleading, grabbing his bag and matching out into the hall, slamming the door behind him. "Good fucking riddance!" he muttered to himself. He leaned back against the wall, taking a deep, calming breath. Hearing someone clear their throat, he opened his eyes again. He saw Christian standing before him, eyeing the other man curiously. "What?" he asked after a moment of silence.

 Christian's lips curved in a grin. "Steve and Dave, ‘Scream For My Brazil', "Nightmare on Elm Street", a piolet's licence, and ‘The Best of Bruce Dickinson'," he stated.

 Chris laughed out loud, a huge smile taking over his face. "Yes! Those're all perfectly correct!"

 Christian chuckled, moving a little closer to Chris and looking him up and down. "So do I have enough Bruce points to get you?" he breathed.

 "Enough and more," Chris murmured, before pulling Christian to him and kissing him passionately.

 Both were flushed and slight as they drew back. Chris gazed at Christian with enchanted eyes, following eagerly when Christian wrapped his arm around his waist and led him down the hallway. "My room is this way," Christian whispered.

 "I can't wait," the star-struck blonde breathed.


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