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megyal The first TEN (yeah right, I don't think ten people have responded to every meme I've ever posted put together) people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to can post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't
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B) How are we not friends already?
C) Pete/Patrick, filth, a double drabble (200 words)
It was gross, that's what it was. Maybe Pete was so used to his own grossness that it didn't phase him, but Patrick wasn't raised in a pigsty and there was no way he could sleep in the same hotel room as Pete right now.
Pete, who had seen a muddy hillside and tried to make it into a slip-n-slide. Pete, who couldn't fix his hair in less than two hours, and so skipped more showers than he took rather than risk it getting wet and curling on him.
Pete, who'd lectured Patrick about having "a stick up his ass, man, seriously!" while throwing off his muddy clothes. Splat went a hoodie with a t-shirt clinging wetly inside. Pete's abs had dried streaks of mud, and rivulet of beige water streamed down the muscles of his chest from his hair. Plop went his jeans into the pile. His boxer briefs were navy blue, too dark to see clearly where they were wet and which tiny areas had remained dry. Patrick dragged his eyes up as Pete skinned them off as well.
The mud smelled. That was the only reason why Patrick pushed Pete into the shower, really. Just the smell.
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