#ash-baskerville

of course

i guess i shall accept the wholesome motivation :p <3 

thanks for the drabble req ash!! hope u enjoy sum smiitz xx.

“The person you have called is unavailable. Please leave a message, after the tone.”

Beep.

“Cam. Still me. You said you’d be home half an hour ago and you still haven’t sent me a single message. It does not take this long to get your fucking car cleaned. Call me back. Now.”

Beep.

“Cam. For fuck’s sake, can you please call me so I know you’re still alive and you haven’t been kidnapped or murdered or dropped off in Australia.”

Beep.

“I’m going to send out a fucking search party if you don’t get here in the next five seconds.”

To say Jaren was irritated was a slight understatement. He’d been waiting for Cam to return home for around forty minutes, having received no calls or texts about why exactly he was suddenly MIA. With a huff, he dropped his phone on the table and walked from the room in an attempt to stop himself from sending another voicemail to his stupid boyfriend.

Fingers carded through his hair, hands busying themselves with putting dry dishes in their drawers as he tried to tear his mind away from what could have possibly happened to his lover. And when he finally managed to get his train of thought on the week ahead, he heard the familiar sound of the car pulling up and dropped the plastic cup.

“Cam?” He called the name as he opened the front door, scolding words caught in his throat as his eyes landed on his boyfriend. Said words vanished immediately as his eyes widened. “What the fuck happened!?”

Cam stepped out of the car, grimace on his face as soapy water pooled at his feet, running from his clothes and the inside of his car. His hair was plastered to his head and his clothes stuck to his skin. A permanent grimace of displeasure pulled a small smile from Jaren.

He trotted down the steps, shaking his head.

“Why didn’t you pick up my calls!?” he asked, only for Cam to flinch, pulling his phone out of his soaked pants, the black screen slick with moisture. “Oh…”

“How did you…?” Realisation washed over Jaren as he stepped closer, soap suds clinging to Cam’s clothing and the felt covers of the seats drenched. He couldn’t help the snicker that rose in his throat. “Did you have the window down when you went through the car wash?” The sharp glare he received in response was more than enough of an answer, and he giggled, turning back to the house. “I’ll go get towels, stay here.”

When he returned out the front, he threw two towels at Cam who started grumpily patting himself down and trying to dry himself off as much as he could as Jaren walked around him to the open car door, wiping down the seat and console and anywhere else in the car that was wet.

“It jammed and I realised too late that I needed to put the damn thing up…” Cam grumbled dropping his head to Jaren’s shoulder when the shorter man straightened up. He scrunched up his nose, turning and gently nudging the other back away from him.

“I love you an’ all, but you smell like a wet dog,” he said, and Cam frowned, glaring.

“Ass.”

Innocent, dry hands rose. “Go have a shower and dry off, and then we can cuddle up on the couch all you like, okay?”

A roll of pale eyes. A mumble of, “Fine,” falling to the puddle on the pavement as Jaren closed the car door and watched his boyfriend trudge up the path into their house. He couldn’t help his amused grin.

Only his dipshit boyfriend would manage to fuck up that spectacularly.

But as promised, as soon as Cam emerged from the bedroom in warm clothes and a grumpy pout, he tugged the kiwi to the couch and settled between his legs. He laughed as Cam tucked his face into the side of his neck, arms tight around the smaller boy’s waist.

“Feel better?” Jaren asked, reaching a hand back to ruffle Cam’s damp hair. A huff of air washed over his shoulder as Cam tightened his hold on him. “You smell better,” Jaren admitted, grin broad as Cam groaned and ungracefully shoved his boyfriend off his lap. The younger’s laughter didn’t cease as he dropped to the floor.

He pulled himself back onto the couch, leaning over and planting a kiss on Cam’s cheek.

“Love you,” he cooed, snuggling up to his side as Cam folded his arms and ignored him. “Caaam!”

“Fuck off.” Still pouting, he grumbled to himself as he pulled Jaren back onto his lap. “Asshole.” After another few quiet moments of Jaren playing with Cam’s fingers, turning on some Christmas movie for the two to enjoy, Cam rested his chin on Jaren’s shoulder and huffed. “I love you too,” he mumbled, words hardly coherent through his childish tone.