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raindrops on roses

It was three in the morning, and Shiloh had been blissfully snuggled next to Ian.

Had been, being the key part, as Ian's fingers curled over his shoulder, gently rousing him out of sleep. He'd already been halfway there, when the warmth of Ian's upper half had left him, the cool August night creeping into his skin.

"Huh?" he asked groggily, wiping his eyes. "What's that noise?"

row row row your boat

“And I’m the silly one,” he challenged, shaking his head at his boyfriend turned emperor. But as the saying went, if you couldn’t beat them, join them and Shiloh grabbed a reed, brandishing it like a sword.

“En garde!” he yelled, swatting Ian with it. “Take that, Caesar!”

In Ian’s defense, he had tried to educate Shiloh who had at first lamented at the idea of reading Shakespeare’s works. But they’d taken on a new light when Ian read them, they way he made the words come to life and the characters – it was too bad that all Shiloh could remember that someone or another had stabbed Caesar and that was the scene he chose to re-enact.

sweets for the sweet

He dropped himself back into Ian’s lap a moment later, plucking the gooey marshmallow from between Ian’s fingers and popping it into his mouth.

“Mmm, so good, thanks babe, you cook them perfectly,” he grinned, leaning forward to give him an affectionate, sugary kiss. "Shall we continue where we left off?"

what's in a name?

“Okay, okay, Chicken’s out,” Shiloh finally caved, knowing in his heart that the nickname truly was terrible and not at all fitting for his fine specimen of a boyfriend. “But I want something! You have Shyduck, I want something special to call you.”

He leaned his elbows on the kitchen counter, staring across it at Ian.

“Oh, baby darling,” he cooed, making a kissy face at him. “Oh, honey, honey bunches of oats.”

raindrops on roses


Okay, maybe he shouldn't have woken up Shiloh at three in the morning but this was a special occasion.

"Look, look," he said, tugging on his boyfriend's arm and disregarding the fact that he'd been sound asleep thirty seconds prior. "Come on, look, it's gorgeous outside, it's all misty and rainy and foggy, it looks like something out of a fairy tale."

row row row your boat


"You are totally the silly one," Ian said grandly. "I am the magnificent one, I am the magnificent emperor who rules the world!"

The reed jabbed him in the side, and he gave a mock gasp, toppling sideways with a splash. They'd started reading together most evenings, half because Ian liked reading, and half because Ian liked reading aloud with Shiloh even better. Granted, Shakespeare was far from romantic, but it was entertaining, at the very least.

"Unhand me, you heathen!" Ian yelled, and flung himself toward Shiloh, trying to stab him with a reed of his own.

mud on the tires


Ian could not help the bubble of laughter that escaped from his throat, his hands gripping Shiloh's neck as he propped himself more firmly against his boyfriend, both legs around his waist now, his back against the truck. "You're so lucky I love you so much," he said, grinning, and yanked Shiloh down for a searing kiss and hopefully to be very properly out of breath for the next little while.