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Though she would not stop you from doing whatever thing you’re doing, she will try to give Titus a piece of her mind once you two are done, saying it’s better if it’s her doing it than their father. It didn’t stop you from doing it again, though. You were just more careful.

Kind of.

Laughing maniacally to yourself, trying to move between the crowds of people, you were constantly looking over your shoulder, ducking down ever so often to lay low.

You rushed down the corridors and stairs to find more people to mix yourself with. You clearly seemed deranged by the people noticing you ; giggling, looking everywhere, constantly moving, hiding amongst groups of people talking to one another, not caring about their judgemental stares or confused looks.

You let out a surprised sound when you saw him, you picked up your pace, and ducked down further to dart elsewhere, your laugh growing louder despite your attempts at keeping it quiet. You’ve been at it for the past hour and you were growing impatient. You haven’t set foot outside once, you kept going from the ground floor to the first one and you were losing your sanity. When will you fucking step outside ?!

Upon seeing Ursula when you entered another room, you straightened yourself up, trying to look the most boring and natural possible with a serious face, still, you walked fast to leave through another door. She observed you, eyes on you like a hawk. She knew that when she sees you, her brother is always somewhere not too far, and today was like other days, Titus entered the room not long after you.

You’re very much aware she doesn’t completely know what to think of you, yet. Sometimes you seem like a bad influence for her brother, making things worse for everyone just for your own fun, and sometimes it’s the opposite, making him channel his energy into something… not necessarily nice, but harmless.

Titus seemed to slow down when he saw her, but did not hide his intentions despite his closed face. He was after you, and Ursula guessed it quickly.

She sent a glare his way, which he mockingly mirrored. Pursing her lips, annoyed, she went back to what she was doing, letting him leave the room.

As soon as he entered the next one, he saw you duck behind a group of people before quickly rushing up the stairs, again, making him follow you.

It was the fifth time you went that way, he kept blocking your exit routes and you were out of hiding spots, slowly growing desperate. At this pace, you’d never reach the gate.

But then, you saw the light. A worker had opened the windows to aerate the floor. That was your way out.

You chuckled, already feeling victorious, rushing to the nearest window, and turned to look at him. He seemed confident, smug, even, thinking he had successfully cornered you. But that changed when he saw your grin before suddenly climbing up the window and jumping out from the first floor.

It was high and the landing was painful, shaking your whole being, sending an electric shock from the sole of your feet up to your legs and back. But you didn’t let it stop you, you stood back up, a bit wobbly at first, and began running, ignoring the worried people who saw your stunt. You hoped Ursula wouldn’t hear about it.

You looked over your shoulder and saw Titus staring at you by the window, you flipped him off, laughing hysterically, taunting him, and resumed your route toward the gate. Outside, at last !

You thought that move had secured your victory, and that was your mistake. Believing you had already won, you slowed your pace, jogging calmly so your legs could recover, giggling proudly to yourself until you heard Titus call your name.

Shit. That bastard was not giving up.

You looked behind, and saw he was driving a golf car, approaching dangerously. You scream-laughed, frustrated, speeding as much as you could. You were so gonna lose if you kept going like this.

“Fucking bitch !” You yelled. “That’s cheating !”

“Why do you care ?!” He yelled back, getting closer. “You’re always cheating !”

“Let me win this once !”

He frowned.

“…No.” He simply replied, baffled by the sheer stupidity of your 'suggestion'.

You screamed again when you felt his hand nearly grab your shoulder, and quickly changed your direction to rush toward the forest. He could not use this thing inside, and thankfully, you reached it before he could actually put his hands on you.

You hoped that he’d trip on tree roots and give you more distance, but you had to be careful as well, needing to slow down so you wouldn’t be the one falling.

He had no trouble staying behind you. You were continuously yelping and chuckling, sounding half nervous, half excited each time you heard him yell your name.

When his voice got too close, you decided to regain your original speed, trying not to trip. You giggled hysterically, urgency growing, heart racing and thumping in your ears when, at last, you saw the open gate. It was still quite far, but your mind was all over the place. You are so wining.

You kept laughing and screaming when you finally stormed out of the forest and were now in front of the entrance. Your feet skidded on the gravel as you suddenly stopped running to change direction, nearly falling.

As you quickly straightened yourself to pass the gate, Titus body-slammed you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you.

He didn’t give you the time to react, pinning you down as he sat on top of you, one hand choking you. He observed you for a moment as you slowly recovered from what just happened.

“Really ? Jumping from the first floor ?” He said, visibly annoyed. As you cackled with difficulty, you felt his grip on you grow tighter, your laugh dying in your throat, still you had a huge smile on your face.

He leaned closer, your eyes staring back at him, sparkling. Your heart was hammering in your chest and against his palm, struggling to recover from the run because of your excitement, your brain fuzzy.

Finally, he let go of you. He had won. You gasped, air finally allowed back in your lungs, chest heaving up and down.

“Fuck, man. Really thought- I really thought I’d win.” You croaked out as you cleared your throat.

“Maybe one day you will.” He said in a falsely encouraging tone. He did not believe it one bit and you knew.

“I was close this time.” You stated proudly. “Without the golf car, I would’ve won.”

“I would’ve found a way.”

“No you wouldn’t.” You sneered, eyes twinkling. “Next time… I’ll win.”

“You won’t. I’ll make sure you won’t jump from any more windows.” He said, grabbing your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks only to pull away before you could bite him.

“I will win.” You assured, you were not giving up.

“You won’t.” He replied, just as confidently as you.

“I don’t care if I have to break a fucking window-” You harshly pushed him off of you and onto the ground, Titus now under you, your knees between his thighs, keeping his legs open. “Or jump from the second floor even, I’ll find a way to fucking win. I’ll smoke you. I’ll win, and you. will. eat. shit.”

He wasn’t impressed at all. Clearly, he didn’t see your victory happening anytime soon. Fucking bastard.

“How many games did we play ? And how many did you lose ? Ah, right, all of them.” He cockily pointed out, an annoying smirk on his face as he raised an eyebrow, successfully getting under your skin.

You let out a sigh who turned into a small frustrated scream before wrapping a hand around his throat.

“I. will. win.” You affirmed, tightening your grip, leaning closer, your forehead resting against his. Though he seemed unbothered, you could feel his pulse quicken under your palm, his eyes not leaving you.

You stopped him from stubbornly disagreeing by pressing your knee against his crotch, your hand tightening around his throat.

You continued applying pressure with your knee, pushing and rubbing against him, watching his smug expression disappear, turning into something softer as his length grew harder in his tight pants.

Titus was slowly crumbling under you, trying to remain composed but failing, mind foggy, gasping each time you allowed him to breathe. He watched as your knee kept rubbing his clothed dick, torturing him, small strangled whines and grunts escaping him.

You smiled, eyes devouring him when you felt him try to hump against you, growing desperate.

“All that from my knee ?” You mused, taunting him. He glared at you but it had no bite at all. In fact, it even looked more like puppy eyes than anything.

You leaned closer, your forehead resting against his, staring deep into his eyes as he looked back at you, weak grunts dying in his throat.

“Should I add a hand ?” You asked, letting go of his throat. Titus gasped, air finally allowed down his lungs, watching your hand trail down, playing a bit with his clothes before stopping on top of his bulge, your knee back on the ground.

He could feel the warmth of your hand through his pants, your palm moving slowly against his length, groping and squeezing him, tortuously caressing him.

He was breathing so hard, panting at your touch, growing more and more desperate. You could tell he was getting close from his release as he was no longer watching your hand but staring at your face, searching for your eyes, cursing under his breath.

But before he could cum, you removed your hand, he grimaced, chest heaving up and down.

“Fuckin-”

“Say I’m gonna win.” You grinned, your fingers gently caressing his face. He frowned.

“Fuck no.” He slapped your hand away.

“Honey, I have no problem leaving you like this. I’m not the one with his dick hard.” You pointed out, making him grunt by pinching his crotch.

This time, there was bite in his glare, but it only made you snicker.

“Okay.” You said, completely pulling away, but right as you were about to get up he grabbed you by your shirt, pulling you back down against him.

“You will not win.” He spat.

You smiled, a teasing finger lightly rubbing against his bulge.

“But I will.”

“You won’t. I’ll- I’ll always catch you.”

“Being stubborn won’t help you in this situation, Titus.” You stated sweetly, watching him debate in his head. Admitting you could win seemed to be really hard for him. Even if he believed it was a lie.

“Fine.” He finally said, quietly. “You- you will win.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you.”

He scowled, but his annoyance quickly evaporated when he felt your knee back against him.

“Say it.” You mused softly while your hand went to his hair, pulling on them to keep him focused.

You heard him shakily breathe out, your knee rubbing against him as he finally complied.

“You will win… next time.”

You hummed as if you were thinking about it before grimacing.

"Again."

"Oh, fuck off."

You laughed.

"Oh, but I can fuck off." You sneered. "Your dick is not my problem."

He seemed very upset by it, eyes sending daggers your way only to soften when you pressed your knee against his bulge and pulled on his hair.

"So what’s it gonna be, baby ?"

Chest heaving, Titus blinked, sighing.

"You- You’re gonna win."

"Are you sure ?"

He nodded.

"What ?" You teased, acting confused.

"Yes."

"Yes, what ?"

Oh, you were really getting under his skin, gnawing at his nerves like a rabid dog.

"Yes, you’re gonna win next game." He glared at you, jaw clenching in annoyance.

"Mmmmh. I don’t thin you believe it." You frowned. "And I want you… to believe it." You booped his nose, laughing at his irritated expression, your hand back on his clothed dick, squeezing him to remind him of his priorities.

"Fuck- okay, yes- you’re going to win- you’ll definitely win." He huffed out, your hand caressing him, thumb rubbing his tip.

"Are you sure ? Because, I don’t know, what if-"

"Yes ! Yes ! You will win !" He sounded really desperate, hips trying to follow your hand. He was so done.

"Really ?"

"Fuc- yes, really. Please- just please let me cum."

You smiled, visibly satisfied. You moved your knee back against his dick, roughly resuming your torture.

“Good boy.” You cooed, watching him grow desperate once more, hips moving up and down to hump against you.

You leaned closer, teeth digging in his neck, your warm and wet tongue soothing your bites. He was getting close to release again, hips sputtering, grunting and panting into your ear. You felt him tense up as he came in his pants, eyes closed shut, riding his orgasm.

But it was not over.

Your hand slid down his body and into his clothes, not letting his dick rest, grabbing him and jerking him despite him trying to move away.

Titus cursed, hands grabbing you tightly, pushing and pulling you close at the same time.

Huffing and grunting, broken desperate moans escaped his lips, chest heaving rapidly. You tilted your head to look at him, your hand still working his sensitive dick tirelessly.

“You look absolutely pathetic.” You pointed out, kissing his forehead as he looked up at you, his brows were knitted together in a sad expression, like a kicked puppy, eyes hazy, whining helplessly at your comment, hips bucking into your fist in a broken rhythm.

Your thumb swiped against his cum covered tip, jerking him roughly, his dick sliding inside your hand so easily despite the weird angle you were at.

It didn’t take long for him to come a second time, cock pulsing, spitting ropes of cum inside your fist, shaking and panting under you.

“[Name], did you really jump from- Are you really fucking kidding me ?” A voice suddenly cut you off.

Ursula.

You had to look elsewhere after seeing her face, laughing into your shoulder as Titus groaned, dick still twitching in your hand.

“What the fuck is wrong with you ?” She asked while you removed your hand from inside her brother’s pants. "Right by the fucking entrance ?"

To gross her out even more, you brought your hand to your mouth, ready to lick it clean, her clearly offended face made you laugh again, so you simply wiped it on his clothes.

She grimaced at the gesture, cursing under her breath, trying to erase the picture of his cum on your hand from her mind.

“Just... Just get up.” She ordered. You looked at Titus with a content smile as he pushed you off of him. “And get fucking changed.” She added, leaving, muttering under her breath.

Titus sat up, noticing his cum stained clothes and glared at you.

"Really ?" He was not amused, unlike you.

Yet, he wasn’t. He didn’t think you were a liar, but that you were confusing your feelings. You could appreciate him. But you could not love him. He wasn’t made to be loved after all.

So each time you told him “I love you” he would feel undeserving of it. He’d repeat it back to you, always, because his love for you is true. He loves you. How could he not ?

You were always ready to pick him back up, piece by piece, carefully gluing him back together, patiently, softly. Respecting his pace and boundaries but always sticking close.

Though you remained cordial with Smurf and tried to limit your contact with her to not butt heads with her all the time, you didn’t back down when necessary either, stopping her -whenever you could- from forcing Pope to “take out the trash”. She had guns and knew how to use them, she could do it herself.

You were like two dogs guarding one another, barking and biting if necessary. He’s not the only one having noticed it, his brothers often call you as such, except J, who knows better.

“Your dog’s not here today ?” Craig asked at some point, before you and Pope were dating.

“My dog ?” Pope was genuinely confused, what was he talking about ? What dog ?

“[Name]. He’s your scary dog.” Baz explained.

Pope doesn’t know why they call you a “scary dog”. You’ve never been scary.

“He’s not my dog.” He replied, though he could see how they could think that way.

Craig and Baz looked at one another, clearly disagreeing but not wanting to push it.

“Right.”

Your friends think the same thing about Pope. Each time they’ve been in the same room, he was awkward, dry, and glaring.

-

Sometimes, the way you tell him you love him is a bit too sincere sounding, like you might die if you don’t tell him, as if he was your air.

You were laying on top of him, your cheek pressed against his stomach, one hand gently tapping his chest, fingers poking his freckled skin rhythmically as if you were playing the piano, a music playing in your head.

Pope observed you, his mind full of thoughts, wondering how you never were scared of him, how you never told him he was weird or creepy.

Catherine was scared of him, always acting uneasy around him, as if she feared he might do something. In the end she was right, he thought, he did end up killing her.

Amy didn’t initially fear him, because he lied about who he really was and it was only fair of her to reject him when he finally told her what he did.

Even his family, laughing at his interest in the nearby church, calling him Pope because of it, saying he’s weird and a creep or that there’s something wrong with him. Maybe there was.

But he will never forget Baz telling him no one would want a kid with him. Or everything that happened with Billy, even though everyone acted like it was no big deal.

And Smurf, she acted like she was the only one able to truly love him, but he couldn’t tell if she loved or feared him more. Maybe it depended on the day.

Yet, it wasn’t like that with you. You never once acted like you didn’t belong next to him, whether you were only friends or now dating. And you are a vocal man, you voice your annoyance, calling out your co-workers when they are being creepy, putting people back in their place when they step out of line, you even fought his brothers and Smurf when you had to. You weren’t forced to hang with him, you simply chose to.

You were the only one that visited him in jail, when he wasn’t in solitary and was allowed to see people. And when he got out, you were, again, the only one genuinely happy to see him.

So, no, he did not understand you. You had a stable job, seemingly great friends, a normal family, and yet you still decided to associate yourself with his world, befriending his brothers, befriending and dating him.

Of all the people in your life you chose him. He did not get it.

He looked at you, refusing to believe you could actually love him. Even when you looked so comfortable laying on him, fingers now tracing his skin, eyes focused as if you were actually holding a pen and doing a “connect the dots” game. You looked like you belonged against him. Like it was only natural.

Then you looked at him, observing him, as if you were trying to read his mind.

“I love you.” You said softly, your eyes boring into his intensely. He could not take it. It wasn’t true.

“Don’t say that.” He said quietly.

“What ? I love you ?”

“Yeah.”

“Why ?”

He didn’t reply, looking at you, debating in his head before looking at the ceiling, hoping you would forget his words.

“Why ?” You repeated, your hand going to his face, caressing his cheek and tucking his hair behind his ear, playing with his curls. “You don’t believe me ?”

“You don’t- I can’t be loved.” He finally replied, still refusing to look at you.

You stayed silent for a moment, thinking of your next words.

“I love you. I’m not confused about what I feel, Andrew.”

You stared at him as he stayed silent, refusing to believe you, you sat up next to him and gently cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. You looked like you wanted to talk, brain fuzzing with affectionate thoughts but couldn’t because no human words would be enough to describe how you felt for him, and that made him sick to his stomach.

Finally, you found your words, choosing facts.

“You always look for vegan options when we eat out. And I noticed you’re now buying cruelty free products even though you don’t have to. The- the way your fingers fidget when you’re thinking is very cute. You’re so loyal. You’re not into small talk. Love that. You do not push me to socialize more or to talk nicer about my fuckass colleagues. I also see you feed strays regularly. And you give them food that’s actually recommended for them. You never pet them, because of possible diseases. Unless you have gloves on. Also, you actually enjoy watching documentaries with me even if I prefer historical ones.”

His heart was beating heavily as you continued to cite everything you had noticed and loved about him. Did you really love him ? For real ? No, it couldn’t be. Surely you were wrong.

He was starting to freak out, heart speeding, and as soon as you noticed his wide eyes you stopped. He was panicking, mind racing, quickly pulling away from you, grabbing his shirt to put it on as he stormed out of the bedroom. You followed him, worried, trying to stop him, without much success. He put his shoes on and walked out.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

His heart was pounding when he suddenly turned to face you, he needed you gone, he needed to breathe, telling you to go back inside and to leave him the fuck alone. He could not be loved. You were wrong. You could not love him. You froze, you had fucked up, you had been too intense.

Quickly he walked to his car and drove away, mind loud and blurry.

-

Days passed, and Pope was still agitated. J was the first to notice, finding it odd how you still hadn’t paid them a visit to check on them or your boyfriend. And even though Pope wasn’t the most stable person, it seemed worse the past few days.

“Where’s [Name] ?” J asked, annoyed by his uncle mood swings.

“Why ?.” Pope replied after looking at him, already not liking this discussion.

“Is he gonna come later ?”

“Why ?” He repeated.

“I’m gonna order food tonight and I need to know if I have to order something for him.”

Liar.

“No.” He simply said, looking at him in a ‘leave me alone’ way.

“Did something happen ? You guys okay ?”

But Pope didn’t reply, and walked away instead. J observed him and took out his phone, texting Deran about it, wondering if he had news about you. After receiving a negative response, he asked him to talk to his brother.

-

As Pope was busying himself by cleaning the pool a few hours later, Deran came by, leaving his bar into Tommy’s hands. He stared at his older brother in silence, calculating.

“J told me something happened with [Name]. What’s up ?”

Pope ignored him.

“You prefer to talk about it with Craig ? You sure ?”

Finally, Pope looked at him, annoyed.

“No.”

“Then what’s going on ?” Deran asked, Pope stared at him, the skimmer net still in his hands, visibly struggling with the idea of actually talking about what happened.

“Has Adrian… ever told you he loved you ?”

“Yeah.” Deran replied, hands in his pockets.

“Did you believe him ?”

“We lived together. We were well aware of each other’s feelings.”

Pope stayed silent, focusing back on his activity. Deran continued to look at him, thinking.

“Do you not believe him ?”

“…I don’t know.”

“Because of something he did ? Or something else ?”

“…Something else.” He replied quietly.

Deran observed him for a moment, slowly understanding what was the problem.

“You can be loved, you know. In so many ways.”

Pope stopped to look at him.

“Yeah ?”

“Yeah, man.”

“What if he’s wrong ? What if it’s not actually love ?”

“I don’t know, man, seems pretty much like it to me.”

They stayed silent for a few seconds.

“Do you love him ?” Deran asked.

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you’re wrong about it ? Maybe you’re confused ?”

“I’m not.”

“So you know how you feel, but he doesn’t ?”

Pope returned his attention to the floating leaves.

“It’s not the same.”

“Why ?”

Pope looked at him seriously, head tilted.

“You know why.” He said, making Deran chuckle.

“Okay you’re weird and have serious issues, and ? [Name] doesn’t care.”

“Why do you care anyway ?”

“About you and [Name] ?”

“Yeah.”

Deran sighed.

“I don’t know. You’re my brother, I care about you. And you seem happy around him.”

Pope said nothing, thinking.

“Are you ?” Deran continued. “Happy ? With him ?”

After a beat, Pope replied.

“Yeah.”

“Then you have your answer, don’t fuck it up, dude. Talk to him.”

Pope looked at the leaves, still thinking.

“And do it quickly. Everyone’s on edge because of your sour mood.” Deran added, walking away.

“Y’all are always on edge.” Pope replied simply. “You don’t need me for that.”

“Talk to him !” Deran yelled before disappearing.

After a bit, thinking about Deran’s words, Pope took out his phone and texted you, asking if he could come by. He stared at the screen until he saw the three dots of you typing your reply, anxiously hoping you would not reject him.

As soon as you replied positively he let go of the skimming net and went to his car to drive to your house.

With a heavy heart, Pope knocked at your door, suddenly feeling very awkward. He had thought the whole drive about what to say, but everything had left his brain. What were the right words he thought of earlier ? What should he say first ? It reminded him of your first date together. You’re the first man he’s ever dated, and he wasn’t sure how a date between two men should go. But you managed to make him ease up, taking things at his pace. Man or woman, it was all the same. Patience and understanding.

You opened the door quickly, you seemed anxious, unsure of what to say as well. Still, you invited him in.

“I’m sorry. For… being too intense at times.” You started, closing behind him, eyes darting everywhere.

“No. It’s not that.” He replied. “I- I like it.”

You stared at him, his hands flexing as he thought about what to say.

“Do you really believe you love me ?” He finally asked.

“It’s not that I believe. I know I do. It’s like a fact.”

“Despite everything ?”

“Everything ?”

“I hurt people. I’ve killed. I couldn’t take care of Lena. I’m not… well in the head.”

“You’re trying to protect your family. You did all you could for Lena. And you know she’s better there than with her actual family. She’s safer.”

Pope seemed to think for a moment. You approached him, cupping his face gently. He leaned into your touch.

“Andrew. I know who you are. I know your intentions. I trust you.”

“I could kill you.” He countered.

“I believe you won’t.” You replied back, your thumbs caressing his skin.

“How are you so sure ?”

“I told you, I trust you.”

“What if you’re wrong ?”

“I’m not.” You said. He wanted to argue but you cut him off. “I’m not.” You repeated. “Andrew. I trust you.”

He stared at you, your words slowly sinking in. As always, there was no fear in your eyes, no uneasiness, all he could find in them was affection and worry. But the worry was not about your well being but about his.

“I love you, Andrew.” You said, pulling him closer to kiss his forehead. “From all my being.”

He leaned in, arms wrapping around you, his cheek resting on your shoulder, breathing you in, curling up against you.

Though he was still troubled about how you could really love him, he had decided to believe in your words.

After work, you wanted to take a nap, your coworkers having worn you out faster than usual because of the weather. But instead of taking it at your place, you went to the Cody’s to spend some time with your boyfriend as well.

You only had to mention wanting to rest for him to follow you to his bed, ready to relax with you.

But because of the heat, you couldn’t fall asleep. It was way too hot. So you removed your clothes, only your boxers remained as you took your place back next to Pope who was already in his underwear. You tried to sleep again, and only managed to be a bit comatose, never fully stepping into the sleeping state.

At some point you opened your eyes, frustrated, and saw that Pope wasn’t even trying to sleep. Eyes wide open as he stared at the ceiling, waiting, only turning to you when he felt you shift.

You scooted closer, kissing his shoulder, and he spoke.

“I’m sorry we don’t have a fan.”

“Mh, ’s fine.”

“I’ll get one tomorrow.”

You smiled, your cheek against his shoulder as your hand went to his chest, gently caressing his skin.

You loved cuddling against him, being near, as if you wanted to fusion with him, but right now you were hating it. Your body was hot, his body was hot, and you could feel the dried sweat on his skin, everything felt too warm and not refreshing at all. Even the covers you were laying on felt damp with sweat, and warm.

You tried to ignore it, instead of napping you could just relax with him and snuggle. But by the Gods your patience was wearing thin with how hot your bodies were running. So at some point you suddenly jerked away in frustration.

You couldn’t even enjoy caressing your boyfriend lovingly without wanting to blow up the sun.

Pope stared at you, confused as you dramatically groaned, and put some distance between you two.

“What ?”

“I’m gonna kill myself. It’s too fucking hot and I can’t be all over you ! I need a gun.”

He huffed, amused. He thought for a moment before smiling lightly.

“I know what we can do.” He said as he got up. "You should’ve thought about that first too."

“What ?”

He didn’t reply, instead he fully smiled and grabbed you, pulling you toward him before throwing you over his shoulder to carry you like a potato bag. He walked out of the room, down the corridor and outside, toward the deepest side of the pool. You didn’t even have time to form a thought about what was happening, eyes focused on his ass, before being suddenly thrown in the water.

You gasped from the sudden change of temperature as you resurfaced, wiping the water from your face, only to see Pope jumping in next to you. You looked at him like a wet cat, unsure of how to react.

He was smiling again, visibly pleased with himself.

“So ?”

It wasn’t so bad actually.

You hummed before grinning, realizing you felt much better, feeling his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pecked his lips. His body still felt warm to the touch, but with the fresh water surrounding you, it didn’t feel horrible at all. You could even appreciate it.

As you closed your eyes, enjoying the mix of the warm sun on your skin with the cold water to cool you down, Pope began kissing you, planting soft kisses after soft kisses on your face, making you smile. He’s not usually the affectionate type around his family, so you guessed it was because everyone was inside.

You let him have his way, enjoying the love before resting your head on his shoulder as he kissed your jaw and neck, his lips peppering your skin as you breathed him in.

Everything was calm and slow until he noticed how much he could hear you audibly inhale through your nose.

“Are you okay ?” He asked, looking at you.

Aw, cute, he sounded worried.

“Yeah. Just breathin’ ya.” You replied with a smile.

What ?

“Breathing me ?”

Okay, now he was confused. You had told him you couldn’t smell anything after a bad fall during your childhood. You didn’t even know freshly cut grass had a smell. So unless your nose had suddenly healed, why the fuck where you smelling him like a hunting dog ?

“Yeah.” You simply said as you continued to breathe him in, nose moving against his skin, up his throat and against his face, smelling his cheek, planting a long kiss before sniffing again, as if you were searching for something.

You were inhaling hard, sniffing him intensively, and he was still confused. You grabbed his face, tilting his head to plant your nose in his wet hair.

“Need to have you in my veins.” You added, inhaling hard.

It was his turn to grab your face to pull you away, looking at you with a frown.

“I thought you couldn’t smell anything ?”

“I can’t. I’m not. I’m breathing you. I’m inhaling in your air so you get in my lungs, then my blood, veins, everywhere.” You said with a serious look on your face.

He still didn’t seem to understand why you would do that.

“Because I love you, Andrew.” You added with a smile, gently caressing his cheek.

Pope stared at you, weirdly touched by your words, his heart fluttering strangely. It’s not the first time you said those words, and it’s not the first time you’ve been weird about your love for him. Still, he had trouble believing he really had an effect on you, always surprised by your intensity.

You forced your head out of his hands and resumed your activity, aggressively sniffing from his wrist to his shoulder, and the crook of his neck, kissing his skin occasionally. You didn’t even hear his brothers approach.

“Jesus, man.” Deran said amused, shaking his head, and sat in one of the pool’s chairs nearby. Craig chuckled as he sat next to him, handing him his beer before turning to Baz to give him his.

“Weirdos.” Craig affirmed.

“Match made in heaven, I suppose.” Baz added, taking the beer to sit as well.

You thought Pope would tense up because of them being there, but instead he stayed relaxed, visibly no longer caring about his family -at least his brothers- seeing him receiving affection. So you just gave them your middle finger as you kept sniffing him everywhere, no inch of skin safe from your nose.

Pope’s hands held you against him, making sure you didn't pull away when you became lightheaded from the intense inhaling, softly kissing your forehead as you blinked rapidly to try to regain your stability.