Yo. This thing I'm trying to write is giving me an existential crisis so please give me a pairing and a noun so I can write to ficlets and take solace in the fact that I am still able to finish things with some degree of success.
For example, you would say, "Hi Cami! Pete/Patrick, and buckets!" and I would say something along the lines of "Pete
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Ryan says, "you don't have a pool? Not even a hottub?"
Jon's skin crawls at the sound of the word hot. "I got a bathtub."
"Bathtub?"
He leans down and tugs Jon's arm. Jon trails after Ryan, down the hallway to Jon's bathroom. He still has great misgivings about moving.
Ryan fills up the tub with bubbles and water and climbs in, fully clothed. "Get in," he says, bringing his knees to his chest. The wet fabric sticks to him and makes him look a little cattish. "Jon, come on."
Jon pulls off his shirt and climbs in. The water is clean and cool and he leans against Ryan's knees. Ryan puts his arms around his neck and Jon closes his eyes, anchored by the brush of a thumb against his cheek.
"You need Las Vegas in August," whispers Ryan. "One summer we hit a hundred-and-"
"Shut up," says Jon, shuddering, and he settles against Ryan's legs. Ryan laughs and brushes a wet hand through Jon's hair.
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