Originally written for the 2015 Tol Eressea 'Playlist of Love' celebration.
"The fuck is this?" Elijah asks, stopping in the doorway of the bedroom to stare in surprise.
Sean ignores him and finishes setting the record on the turntable.
"Sean, hello, what are you doing? Why did you move the turntable in here?"
"Why do you think? I'm putting on a record."
"We don't listen to music when we go to bed or have sex. Listening to music should be..." Elijah begins in the tone of one who has given the lecture innumerable times before.
"...a completely pure experience without any distractions. Yeah, I know." Sean turns on the record player and lifts the arm.
"Then why are you putting a record on now?"
"Because, my darling Elwood, I don't agree with you. Sometimes, and I'm sorry if you're pissed at me for saying it but I'm going to, you take music too damned seriously."
"You can't take music too damned seriously, Sean," Elijah retorts.
"I beg to differ. And I'm going to prove it to you."
"Oh? How are you going to do that?" Elijah raises a skeptical eyebrow.
"I'm going to make you come before this record ends." Sean carefully sets the needle in the groove. Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys starts playing.
"Sean, that song is only..."
"...three minutes and thirty-five seconds long. I know," Sean interrupts again. He smiles wickedly. "Better get cracking."
They do, and Sean makes good on his promise: Elijah comes with three seconds to spare.
"I," Sean says immodestly, rolling off Elijah to lie panting on his back next to him on the carpet, "am clearly a god."
Elijah giggles weakly. "You fucker, I think you must be. Not only did you make me come, but you've convinced me that music can be enjoyed without one's entire concentration focused on it."
"Are you trying to tell me that you were even partially concentrating on it for the past three minutes and thirty-two seconds?"
"Of course. I'm a music geek. And I can multitask."
"Okay, Mr. Multitasker, tell me what song were we just listening to."
"Umm." Elijah pretends to think. "Do It Again?"
"Wrong." Sean's lips quirk into a smile.
"Gosh, how about that. Apropos title, though, don't you think? I mean, now that you've convinced me not to be such a music purist and all."
"You fucker. But I agree, very apropos." Sean scrambles to his feet. "I'll be right back."
"Just an fyi, Irish. That song is only two minutes and nineteen seconds long."
Sean grins down at his naked lover. "Challenge accepted," he says, and strides quickly from the room.