The ABC's of Love
by Annie

"You have to start with A."

"Why? What if I want to start with, you know, K instead?"

"Because, Justin. A is the first letter in the alphabet. And it’s just how the game goes! Don’t go against the rules of the game!"

"I don’t like this game. Why can’t we play a different game?"

"Justin, I played 20 Questions with you for 40 minutes. I think you can play my game one time through."

Justin’s lips formed into a small pout. "I like 20 Questions."

"And I like this game. You’ll like it. I promise. I’ll even start us off. So hmm, lets see." Wade pressed his lips together in thought as he looked out the window of the car. "Ah, I have it! There’s air outside. Air. A. Now, find something that begins with B. And then I’ll find something that begins with C. And we’ll go from there.”

Justin sighed and looked like he was at least thinking about it. Suddenly, a sly grin crept across his lips and he slammed on the brakes of his car, steeling himself for it while Wade’s body moved forward before his seatbelt tossed him back against the seat.

"Ow!" Wade exclaimed, rubbing his head.

Justin smirked and started the car up again. "I just used my brakes. B for brakes."

Wade glared at him. "You think you’re so funny, don’t you?"

Justin’s smirk widened. "I am funny. I’m a funny guy."

Wade rolled his eyes. "You're a real hoot, J. Let me tell you. We’re in the car. C, for car."

"Dirt, because that’s all there is out on this fucking road."

"That’s what you get when you decide to take the back road, babe," Wade told him with a grin. "And we’re going East. E."

"Hey, I like the dirty back road, thank you very much. And… F for fun. Which this game is not," Justin muttered.

Wade sighed and tossed his hands up. "I give up."

Justin looked over at Wade, apologetic. "I’m sorry. I’m probably not being much fun either, am I?"

"Whatever makes you say that?" Wade asked sarcastically, but not with an insulting tone, and he knew Justin wouldn’t take offense.

"Ok. Ok. I have an idea," Justin told Wade after a moment. "We can still play your game, but instead of naming objects we see, why don't we name things that we like about each other?”

Wade thought about that for a moment before smiling. "That could be fun. Ok. We’ll do that. Your idea. You go first."

"I like your ass," Justin said with a grin. "It’s so… sometimes you wear these jeans and they just hug your ass in all the right places and it looks so fucking hot. And, you know, I like…" Justin trailed off, blushing, and Wade smiled.

“I do know. Ok. You. Well, I guess I can’t say that I like your butt, can I?” Wade laughed. “Not that I don’t like your butt. I mean, I like that a lot. Ok. Your beautiful blue eyes. I love your beautiful blue eyes.”

Justin smiled. “The word eyes begins with an E.”

“So technical,” Wade teased. “Ok. Your body. I worship your body.”

Justin grinned. “My body enjoys being worshipped. And lets see… C. C. Um, I probably can’t say that I like how cute you are, can I?”

Wade shook his head, smiling. “Against the rules.”

“Then I like your… calves. When we’re tangled together and I’m running my foot up and down your leg? I like the way your calf muscles feel. They’re really strong. Sturdy.”

“When you smile, I always see the hints of dimples on your cheeks. I love that.” Justin smiled and Wade poked his cheek. "See, just like that."

“You're the one that has the cute dimples,” Justin told him. “And I love your eyes. I could stare into them forever and be so perfectly content. They’re beautiful. So deep and dark, like I can see everything them. I can see into your soul. I love them.”

“Your feet. I love how you always ask me to rub them for you because they're so cold. Or when you wear your fuzzy slippers, because I think you look so adorable in those. And you just have cute feet. Your little toes.”

Justin made a face. “I do not. Feet cannot be cute. Unless they’re yours. I like your grin. You have a nice, cute grin. It’s all… grin-y.”

Wade laughed at that. “I love your hair. Your curls. I love to run my fingers through them and feel just how soft they are. Or when you’re at that point where you almost have curls and your head is just fuzzy? I love to rub it."

Justin made another face. “You are so biased. I admire your intelligence. I can have any kind of conversation with you and I’ll get so much out of it because you’re so smart, so sharp. So much more than you give yourself credit for. I like your irresistibility, too. It’s very hard to resist everything that is Wade Robson. Not that I‘d ever want to.”

Wade smiled. “Now who’s biased? I like… I like Justin. Your name. The way it sounds. I love to just say it. Justin. Justin. Justin. And J. You know, it’s silly, but I always get a little jealous when someone else calls you J. That’s my nickname for you, you know?”

Justin smiled. “It is. And you know, technically,” his smile slid into a grin, “that would be N, for name. But I’ll let it slide.” Then he winked at Wade.

“Psh,” Wade retorted.

Justin laughed. “Your kisses. You’re the best kisser. Those times when we’re in bed, fully dressed, not even under the covers and we’re on our sides pressed up against each other, arms wrapped around each other, and we’re just kissing? And that’s all it is? Nothing more, nothing less. God, I love that so much. To just kiss you.”

Wade smiled. “I love your lips. They’re so full, so soft. Like velvet. I love feeling them against mine, feeling them on my body. I love to touch them with my fingers.”

“And I love your mouth,” Justin said. “Every single thing about it. The way it moves when you talk. When you smile. It fascinates me. It’s just one more perfect feature of your perfect face.”

Wade rolled his eyes, but he was blushing. “I do not have a perfect face. Not even close.”

“Do so.”

“Do not!”

“Do so!”

“I love your nose.”

“Do -- wait. What?”

Wade smiled and laughed. “I love your nose. I know you hate it, but I love it. I love to kiss it. When you’re sleeping and I’m awake, watching you, I love to tickle it. Your whole face scrunches up and your nose twitches and it’s so adorable. It gives my stomach those warm flutters.”

“I like how open you are with me. I love those times when we just go to each other and start talking about the things on our minds and it’ll turn into a conversation that lasts for hours. I always feel like I’m so much closer to you afterwards, and I love that feeling. So much.”

“You have the most adorable pout in the world. Whenever you use it, it just melts my heart. You could get away with murder using that pout, and I think you know that,” Wade told Justin as he poked him. Justin laughed.

“You’re quick on your feet. The way you dance, the way you move. I love to watch you in the studio. You lose yourself completely to the music, to the movement, and it fascinates me. I’ve never seen anyone dance the way that you do. You have so much talent. It makes me so proud, when I see you sharing it with other people.”

“I love it when you read to me,” Wade said, smiling softly. “When we’re in our hammock together and you have one arm around me, and I’m laying against your chest and you’re reading something to me. God. Those moments with you are the ones I live for. Every moment with you is a moment I live for.”

Justin smiled softly and reached over, taking Wade’s hand in his. “You have the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful smile that I have ever seen in my life. Every time I see it, I fall in love with you all over again.”

Wade smiled, blushing, and Justin’s own smile widened. “See? Just like that.”

Wade continued to smile, cheeks flushing. “I love your touch. When we’re together in public, you’ll touch me so softly, like you have to make sure I’m really there. When we’re making love and your hands are tangled in my hair, or running along my body, with your fingers lightly brushing my skin… it’s beautiful. It’s so damn beautiful.”

“Your unwavering faith in me. Your support, your love… it’s what keeps me going. It’s -- you. You are the world to me.”

Wade, smiling tenderly, squeezed Justin’s hand. “Your voice. You have such a talent, Justin. When you sing, whether you’re singing to millions of people or singing to me and me alone, the way you put your soul into it… and when you talk? I love to listen to you talk. You have this adorable southern accent and God, when you say my name, or that you love me? I could listen to that for hours. Your voice soothes me to sleep. Your voice keeps me anchored when nothing else will bring me down. It’s beautiful in every single way. Truly beautiful.”

“Wade? I love you. Wade, Wade, Wade. I love you, so much, Wade.”

Wade smiled. “I love you too Justin, Justin, Justin.”

“You know, I’m going to steal your answer for W. I love Wade. The way it sounds. The way it makes me feel every time I hear it. Wade. Wade, Wade, Wade.”

“You know, technically,” Wade said with a wide grin, “that would be N, for name. But I’ll let it slide.”

They laughed together.

“And great!” Wade exclaimed. “I get X. What is there to say with X?” He thought about it for a moment and then laughed. “I like that your X chromosome likes other X chromosomes.”

Justin grinned, laughing hard. “I love you.” Pausing for a moment, Justin’s grin faded into a warm smile. “I love you. Everything about you. Every moment spent with you. Every single experience I’ve shared with you. You’re the love of my life. I wouldn’t want anyone else but you by my side. I don’t need anyone else but you. I love you. So much. I love you.”

Wade brought Justin’s hand to his lips and kissed it. “I love you too. And pfft. I get Z. Again, with the unfair. But, ok. I love your… zest. Your passion. For life. For anything that you do. They way you devote and dedicate yourself to everything. It’s just… well, it’s zestful!” Wade said, laughing.

“Zestfully clean, even?” Justin asked with a grin, and Wade laughed again. They both smiled.

“See? I told you the alphabet game was fun,” Wade said.

“All right, all right. It really was fun. You’re right, as always,” Justin said grudgingly, but he was grinning. Wade beamed and sat back in his seat, still holding Justin’s hand.

“So, how much longer 'till we get there?” Wade asked after a moment or so of comfortable silence between them.

Justin glanced at the clock. “Another hour, probably.”

“Well, how do you think we should fill up that hour?” Wade asked, grin locked firmly in place as his fingers trailed up Justin’s leg.

“Well, we could always play another round of 20 Questions…”

“I don't think that’s quite what I had in mind,” Wade said coyly.

Justin looked a little confused. "I’m not quite sure --" and then Wade’s hand moved to his crotch and Justin understood exactly what Wade meant. His eyes widened slightly as Wade began to stroke him through the denim fabric of his jeans. “O…oh.”