*Plip. Plip.*

Sean looked up from the Sunday paper sitting in front of him and sighed.

*Plip. Plip.*

Raising one eyebrow, he cocked his head to the side and looked across the room to the kitchen sink. Two long legs, clad in too baggy jeans, poked out from under the sink. Sean's eyes traveled up the length of the denim covered legs and rested on the slight peek of exposed smooth milky-white belly that disappeared too quickly into the dark cabinet underneath. A soft tapping of metal against metal could be heard coming from inside. He rolled his eyes and prepared to speak.

*Plip. Plip.*

Instead, his eyes moved up to the kitchen sink. A bead of water sparkled in the sunlight coming from the window above before falling from the faucet and into the basin below.

*Plip.*

"Jeff, give it up and call a plumber."

He didn't get an answer right away. The only sounds in the room were the tapping under the sink and the water coming from the leaky faucet.

*Plip. Tap tap. Plip.*

"Jeff. Seriously, man, give it up." He paused before adding, "You've been working on the damn sink for over an hour. Now, if that were me-

He smirked to himself and let his eyes travel over Jeff's legs and exposed stomach once more. "If that were me, I'd find better things to do with my time."

"Ma muffmose goated," came Jeff's reply.

Sean raised both eyebrows and stared.

"What the hell did you just say?"

Jeff repeated himself and again, Sean could only stare.

"Man ew mammy ma renraw?"

"WHAT?"

"Ma ren!"

"Jeff, come out and talk like a normal person!"

Sean picked his newspaper up again and was just scanning the sports page when the other man finally emerged from under the sink. Without looking up, Sean asked: "Now what did you say?"

"Ah sed-"

Sean held his hand up, stopping him. He glanced up and suddenly he understood.

"Jeffrey...take the screwdriver out of your mouth before you talk."

Jeff rolled his eyes, but stuck the screwdriver in his pocket.

"I asked you to hand me the wrench." He walked over to the table and grabbed the tool off the table. "Never mind now. I got it myself."

"Call the plumber."

"No way!"

*Plip. Plip.*

Sean sighed and looked over at the sink again.

"You haven't fixed the damn thing yet, and you're not going to. You're going to end up breaking something."

"I will NOT!"

"Besides, "Sean added with a grin, "I can think of better things to do on a Sunday afternoon than playing with the sink..." He winked at Jeff. "You could be playing with me instead."

Jeff grinned back at him. The offer was tempting-very tempting. He shot a look over at the sink and glared at it. The water was still leaking out. There was no way he was going to call a plumber. It wasn't that tough of a job-he'd seen his dad fix the same problem a million times when he was a kid.

"First the sink then you," Jeff finally decided. He blew a kiss at Sean and slid back under the sink. "I got time for both."

*Plip. Plip. Tap. Plip. Plip.*

"Great," Sean muttered to himself and flipped the paper to the business section, "Looks like I don't get to play for a long time..."