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samir pov on paul baker/anton evans (adults fx) | wc: 3.3k | rated: M

Samir swears on his life he is not a voyeur. He isn’t. He couldn’t find his keys and he didn’t want to take Billie’s again because Billie has a date tonight and he doesn’t know what time she’s leaving so he can’t leave her keyless just because he needs to get groceries.

It wasn’t in his room and it wasn’t in the bowl downstairs and he remembers they were all hanging out in Anton and Billie’s room last night so he figured surely — surely — it’s in there.

And, to be fair, there they are. On the floor by Billie’s bed.

Only, he’s not really looking at the floor. Or Billie’s bed.

Because Paul Baker is currently sitting on Anton’s lap. There’s a red flush to his pale skin and both their lips are spit slick and parted as they look at him, and Samir’s just. He’s not sure what he did to be put in this situation.

or: samir walks in on paul baker and anton who haven't told anyone they're together

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pairing: paul baker/anton evans (adults fx) | wc: 6.9k | rated: T

They’re sitting opposite each other on the couch, each of them on their phones. Anton’s foot is digging into his thigh, toes cold even through his socks. Paul Baker looks over at him and smiles a little to himself.

Still, there’s something thick that swims between them, something tangible and raw that Paul Baker wants to cut through but he can’t seem to find a goddamn knife.

It is, to put it simply, driving him fucking insane.

He just needs to kiss him. Paul Baker just needs to grab the incredibly sexy man he already knows wants to kiss him back and connect their mouths. Heatedly. Multiple times. Until their third kiss blends into their fourth and tenth and fiftieth. Until he loses count.

or, in the weeks following the kiss paul baker pines, races his best friend down the street, breaks up with his girlfriend, and finally gets the guy

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