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 Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 12:51 pm
row row row your boat
He was most definitely not being a baby, and the snake was totally not cool. Shiloh received a huge splash in the face for his little stunts and then an arm had snaked around his neck and Ian had dug his fingers into the top of his boyfriend's head in an attempt at noogie-ing him.
Then he promptly threw some reeds at him like a proper twenty-five year old should.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 12:54 pm
mud on the tires
Ian liked it when Shiloh took charge, because sometimes it was better to just lean back and let someone else guide him. His arms wound happily around Shiloh's neck as he was pushed back, and he returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, his fingers sliding through his boyfriend's hair.
"You know, I'm starting to really like this truck."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 12:56 pm
mud on the tires
He was thrown against the side of the truck as they veered sharply to the right, and then practically into Shiloh's lap as they veered sharply to the left. Not that Ian really minded, because it meant he could deliberately get close to Shiloh without actually distracting him from driving.
"We totally need to come up with a better nickname for me than chicken," Ian grumbled good-naturedly, squeezing his boyfriend's leg affectionately.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 12:59 pm
I only swim free
Fortunately the water wasn't quite deep enough for it to actually be a problem as they wrestled with one another, Ian prying Shiloh's arms from around his stomach and attempting to grab him by his waist and haul him off. Except his plan failed, because the next second he was missing something very important and Shiloh was laughing madly.
Ian flung himself forward and smacked into his boyfriend, sending them both careening into the water with an enormous splash.
"Excuse me, I need those, mister," Ian growled, before pinching Shiloh's behind in retaliation.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 1:01 pm
sweets for the sweet
Ian decided he liked s'mores very much, because s'mores meant deliciously warm and sticky kisses that tasted of chocolate and smoke from the fire, and it meant dragging Shiloh into his lap to wrap his arms around his boyfriend and bury his face in his hair for a hug he never wanted to end.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 1:03 pm
sweets for the sweet
Approximately five minutes later, Shiloh would find himself yanked into Ian's lap, legs on either side of him, Ian's arms around his waist, his mouth currently busy against the side of Shiloh's neck. There was some chocolate there; he was just making sure to get it all off, and was being very thorough.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:03 pm
sweets for the sweet
The way Ian’s mouth moved over his neck, Shiloh felt like he was melting. Not that he minded, not by the sounds he was making.
That was until something else began making similar sorts of sounds and Shiloh opened his eyes and stared into a beady pair glowing from across the lawn.
“Ian,” he hissed, pointing behind him. “Ian, stop, you need to look!”
He was all for a little outdoor romp in front of the fire, but there was no way he was doing it with in front of a raccoon.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:04 pm
row row row your boat
The reeds smacked him in the face and he feigned defeat, letting himself fall backwards into the water in the most dramatic way he could manage.
When he popped back up, he’d wrapped some of the reeds around his head, like some sort of green awful bonnet.
“Oh, darling,” he cooed, “Don’t you just loooove my new hat?”
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:04 pm
mud on the tires
“There is no better nickname, your name is impossible,” Shiloh argued when he came up for air, before diving right back into Ian’s lips again.
“I can think of some other things to call you though, and none of them are appropriate in public.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:06 pm
sweets for the sweet
It pained Shiloh to have leave the warmth of Ian’s lap but he was up anyway, his clothes rumpled and half off in places as he picked up the stick they’d used to stoke the fire and chased after the little critter into the night. He was quite the sight, pale pink hair catching the light from the fire’s glow and waving the stick around and making noises like he’d gone crazy.
He was about to, he thought, if the damned thing didn’t hurry up and get lost. He had chocolate and a boyfriend to attend to! He wanted to test out the marshmallows!
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:07 pm
I only swim free“No way, you’ll be fine. Nothing I haven’t seen before anyway… Hey!” He squirmed away from Ian’s pinching fingers, his limbs slipping against him in the water. He was laughing too, the swim trunks held in his fingers and as far as he could stretch his arm away from Ian, an action that it made it difficult to stay afloat. Using Ian as an anchor, he wrapped his arms around Ian’s waist and held onto him like a child, doing his best to keep his shorts just out of reach. “Hmm, this position’s sort of nice,” he’d giggled, pressing a playful kiss to the tip of Ian’s nose.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:46 pm
I only swim free
"You," said Ian sternly, as he made a grab for the shorts and nearly toppled them both over in the process. "are so totally - stupid frogs - "
He'd almost stepped on another one; something squishy swam by his food and Ian jumped, his hand closing around the hem of his shorts, and with an almighty yank, he managed to wrestle them away from Shiloh's waving hand.
"You're so totally going to regret this," Ian said, in an attempt at looking serious but failing miserably due to the fact that he was laughing, and he pushed Shiloh into the water, trying to get his shorts back on. He hopped on one foot and managed to stick his leg through one of the holes before he lost his balance completely and fell with a resounding splash into the lake.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:50 pm
sweets for the sweet
Ian definitely did not want to stop, and he definitely did not want to stop because of a peeping tom.
"Be careful," he called out, because Shiloh, being Shiloh, had already run off after the creature, looking slightly disheveled, and Ian, who was shirtless, ran a hand through his messy hair, letting out a breath.
"I think you've scared it off now," Ian said dryly, after a moment. "I'm gonna eat all the s'mores if you don't hurry up. Look, yummy marshmallow..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:52 pm
row row row your boat
"You," said Ian, "are a very silly boyfriend."
But he was already reaching for some of the reeds (the canoe bobbed jovially somewhere behind him, still upside-down and mostly forgotten for the time being). Ian stuck several of them on top of his own head, arranging them as best he could, and then he struck a pose.
"Look, I'm Julius Ceaser with my fancy laurel."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 6:54 pm
mud on the tires
"My name," Ian said breathlessly, several moments later, "is not impossible. Even ruffian is better than chicken."
Another few moments later, and he was feeling distinctly warm in the cool night air, and Shiloh's shirt had somehow disappeared, Ian's hands roaming around as much as he could before he had linked his fingers together around the back of Shiloh's neck.
"Are you gonna have your way with me now?" One leg had been hitched up against Shiloh's waist, Ian still braced against the side of the truck, and he was entirely, wonderfully out of breath. " 'cause I'd like to hear some of those names."
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