"Hey sweetheart, glad you dropped by," JC said and laughed as he helped Joey to his feet.

Joey rolled his eyes but pecked JC on the cheek despite his blatant cheesiness.

"What did you bring?" JC asked.

Joey attended to the overturned basket -- the chicken salad had spilled on the grass. "Probably full of botulism anyway," he said.

"Or salmonella," JC said.

"Good thing I wasn't the one who made it, or you'd be in big trouble about now," Joey said.

"Whatever. At least you cook. I'm just the paradigm of a Frozen Dinner chef," JC said.

Joey unpacked turkey sandwiches, spinach salad, potato chips (most of which were now broken), and a tray of brownies.

"Mmm. You made my favorite brownies!" JC said. "How sweet of you." He brushed his lips along Joey's beard, and placed a soft kiss on his mouth.

Joey closed the picnic basket, causing JC to frown. "I thought I saw something else in there."

JC grabbed for the basket, but Joey stopped him. "No. That's for later," he said and grinned.

JC became impatient, bouncing as he sat. "Is it a sex toy Joe?" he said. "I wanna see!" He reached his hand for the basket again.

Joey slapped it away. "No. Down boy. Eat first," he said.

JC grabbed a sandwich and pouted as he chewed.

Joey took his time eating, and watched as people walked by. He saw some kids throwing a frisbee, a group of men, each with a yarmulke on his head, and two girls walked by and stared at them.

"Fans?" Joey asked.

"Maybe, but they're not coming over here, just looking," JC said.

Joey languidly lifted potato chip after potato chip to his mouth, knowing JC was watching, and, not so patiently, waiting.

JC moved closer to Joey, and held a brownie to his mouth. "You're gonna eat this, and then I'm gonna see what's in that basket," he said.

Joey took a bite, and with his mouth full, said, "Okay, but it's not what you think it is."

When he finished the brownie, he reached for the basket and hesitated, turning to JC. "Close your eyes, Josh."

JC closed his eyes tightly, knowing that they would fly open if he didn't concentrate.

Moments later, he felt something cool and round sliding onto his finger. He opened his eyes and drew in a deep breath.

Joey just smiled, still holding JC's hand.

"Joe..." was all JC could get to come out of his mouth. He leaned forward, licked a stray smudge of chocolate off Joey's mouth, and kissed him deeply.

End.

Originally written as an *Mprov on 11/4/00, with the words Sex toy, botulism, paradigm, yarmulke.