(If you're still doing them, if not that's ok) Could I get 58 and 68 with Bimgle please?
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Prompt 58/68: “This is definitely going on Snapchat.” / “It’s called Netflix and chill for a reason.”
It was supposed to be a relaxing, romantic night.
Bim glared at the opposite end of the couch, where Blue perched, his fingers tap-tap-tapping across the tablet that never seemed to leave his side. He was working, as usual.
“You know,” Bim said slowly, pausing the episode of Queer Eye he’d only been half-watching, “you can stop working at anytime. It’s called Netflix and chill for a reason.”
Blue arched an eyebrow, but didn’t tear his gaze from his tablet. “The term ‘Netflix and chill’ is a euphemism for sex, not for relaxation. Surely, you should know this.”
“Exactly!” Bim flashed him a mischievous smile. “It means you should pay attention to your devilishly handsome boyfriend instead of burying yourself in that boring work, just like you always do.”
“Oh, should I?” This time, Blue did glance up. But, instead of looking irritated- like Bim expected him to be- an amused smile pulled at one corner of his mouth. He set his tablet down onto the arm of the couch. “And your reasoning behind this is?”
Bim’s mouth opened. Shut again. He grinned. “Because I’m your boyfriend and you love me.”
“Well,” Blue said, and crawled over to him, over him, straddling his hips. His blue eyes flashed. “I can’t argue with logic like that.”
He bent his head to kiss him, but Bim jerked, “wait!”
He dug out his phone, flipped open the camera, and took a selfie of the two of them. “This is definitely going on Snapchat.”
Blue snorted, but nonetheless waited as Bim posted the picture to his social media, captioning it with finally got the boo to take a break!
“There,” he said, tossing the phone to the floor, turning his attention back to Blue, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Now, where were we?”
“Here.” Blue kissed him, rough and sharp and demanding. “We were here.”
