This is not my first attempt at Slash, but it is my first attempt at POSTING Slash. So. I hope it’s good. I got the idea while eating a chocolate spoon, courtesy of the lovely Girl Scouts at Winterfest.

“What’s the point?”

The point? What, there had to be a point now? “The point?” I repeated.

Jason shrugged. “You know. The purpose. What is the purpose of a chocolate spoon?”

My mouth fell open. “So, let me get this straight. You want me to tell you why someone could conceivably want a plastic spoon covered in milk chocolate and sprinkles?”

Jason paused, then nodded. “That seems about right.”

“Because it’s chocolate, Jay,” I said, sitting beside him on the near-frozen curb. “Everyone likes chocolate.”

“You said that about Pete Wentz, too,” he pointed out.

“Everyone does like Pete Wentz! Even straight dudes and lesbians are into him!”

“And straight dudes and lesbians are also into chocolate spoons, I take it.”

“Yes.” I said defiantly. At his Look, I said, “They are!”

“And you’re into chocolate spoons.”

“Evidentially.”

“So which are you? A straight dude or a lesbian?”

“I—” didn’t want to get into this. I looked down at my hands. Obviously I wasn’t a lesbian. I was a dude. As for straight, well… that’s the part I really didn’t want to get into.

“Russ.” When he spoke my name, I turned to look up at him. His eyebrows were raised. Little dimples appeared in his cheeks as he began to smirk at me. “It’s not like the entire world doesn’t know,” he said airily. “You could have that pink triangle tattooed onto your forehead and it wouldn’t make a difference.”

“That’s mildly offensive,” I mumbled, looking back at my hands. If that was obvious, who knew what else was?

“It’s mildly true.” I must’ve looked pretty dejected, because Jason sighed. “It’s not a bad thing. But everyone knows your emotions are written on your face, Russell.”

I snorted. Even my mother didn’t call me by my full name. “Oh yeah?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “It’s okay. Some people like that.”

I looked over at him. He was leaning back on his hands, his green eyes looking up at the sky, his gelled brown hair not even twitching in the freezing wind. His grey and blue scarf was folded neatly around his neck, and his black jacket was unzipped despite the zero-degree weather. “Not the right people, apparently,” I finally said.

“Ah, Russ, you make things too easy.” His hand was warm against my cheek. I felt my face tingling in a hypothermic sort of way as it heated, fighting the cold air around me. “You know,” he told me softly, a condescendingly amused expression reflecting in his eyes, “there is such a thing as playing hard-to-get.”

“But I’m not hard to get,” I said stubbornly. “I’m right here.”

A little smile appeared on Jason’s face. “I know.” He cupped my cheek with the hand that already touched my face. “The question is, how long will you be? Stay still,” he advised. “Just for a moment.” And slowly, he brought his face to mine. And he kissed me, on the frosty sidewalk right outside the house my mother was currently sitting in. Possibly watching us from the kitchen window. His hand pushed through my shaggy blonde hair, and he smiled against my lips.

Then he moved away from me, but his hand still rested in my hair. “I don’t think being here is going to be an issue,” I said.

“Especially if we end up frozen to the sidewalk,” Jason concurred. Let’s go inside. You said your mom made cocoa?”

“Yes,” I said brightly. “And chocolate spoons.”

Jason took my hand and dragged me into my own house, muttering, “Chocolate spoons. What’s the point?”

So, good? Bad? Do I need to go read more stories about gay guys before I ever attempt Slash again? Please review. I need to know if I’m hopeless at this. Though, if we’re being honest, I think it was pretty dang cute. I never understood people who didn’t like harmless Slash. It’s like (as the world of fictional guys goes, anyhow) why take one when you can have TWO? It’s a higher level of thinking, Slash-reading is. At least, that’s how it seems to be for straight girls… I don’t know about the rest of the population. Review?