The Lazy Boyfriend (For eternal)
 

It was a wonderful day and Jonathan drove home from work. He was a good-looking 19-Year old with blue eyes and dark brown curly hair which was always cut short. He was studying Jura and had a temporary job in a chancellery so he could practice what he studies and see the difference.

Today, he finished his work earlier than normally and decided to check if his boyfriend who he lived with together had already cleaned up. He told him to do so and he also told him that he could expect a punishment if he wouldn’t do so. Jonathan loved his boyfriend, but he was a bit lazy, which he simply couldn’t understand. He was the total opposite and so it was hard sometimes to live with him, but he also had gentle moments and could be understanding and gentle as well, so there was a balance though in their relationship.

Jonathan walked up to his flat and opened the door with his key. “I’m home”, he called.

However, for the younger boy, David, today was NOT a wonderful day. He had decided to take a nap before he would clean up the house...only problem is that the nap had somehow turned into full-out sleeping. He woke up, finding out that it was several hours later and only a minute or two before Jonathan was expected home. Now the 18-year old was dashing across the entire house, trying to clean up the place before his boyfriend got home, despite how much of an impossible task it seemed. He had to wash the dishes, fold the clothes, wash the dirty clothes, sweep, etc.

He was in the middle of carrying a basket of dirty clothes before he heard the door open and his boyfriend call out. He froze immediately, swallowing slightly. This was bad. The house was not clean at all. He put down the basket and went towards one of the rooms, closing the door and hoping to hide for a bit to think of an excuse as to why the house wasn't clean.

Jonathan hung up his coat on the coat rack and waited. Nothing. He looked into the living room, wondering why his boyfriend didn't recall. As he saw the room like it was this morning (in a mess), he knew why he didn't got a response. He sighed and started searching for David.

David could hear Jonathan getting closer to where he was hiding (One of the spare rooms for in case they had visitors over.) and tried desperately to think of an excuse.Which one would he take? He bit his lip, and wondered if perhaps the truth would be best. After all, he wouldn't get too mad over this...right?

Jonathan suddenly opened the door and saw his boyfriend with a guilty look on his face. "Hello darling. Care to explain the mess?", he asked calmly but with a stern look.

"Um...erm..I-I...well..." David stammered out, looking down at the floor and rubbing the back of his head."I-I WAS going to clean it but uh...o-one of my friends needed my help and it took all day and I just got back not too long ago." He tried, looking up and giving him a nervous, small smile. It was a straight out lie and he was sure Jonathan could tell, but it was worth trying..right?

Jonathan glared at his boyfriend. "I can always tell when you're lying, so why do you try it everytime again?", he asked and sighed. "Come on, let's go into the bedroom", he ordered and one could tell that he didn't want to go there for fun.

"Uh...b-b-but can't we work this out some other way?" David asked, giving his boyfriend a small, nervous and hopeful smile, hoping that perhaps he could persuade him to not punish the obviously slightly scared boyfriend.

Jonathan glared at his boyfriend. "I said: Move!", he told him angry and gave him a firm smack on his bottom.

David jumped at the smack, blushing and looking down, rubbing his smacked bottom as he made his way to the bedroom, knowing that he wasn't going to be sitting down comfortably for a day or two.