Pause was seated on the edge of his shared bed with his husband, Beef when Beef called out for him.

“Pause? Pause, where are you? What are we gonna do for dinner?”

Beef walked into their room and saw Pause, taking a seat beside him.

“There you are! I was looking for you! What did you want to do for dinner?”

“I’m cool with anything, Beefykins. I’m not picky. You know that.”

“I’ve asked you in I don’t know how many times to stop calling me that.”

“I’m sorry, Beefaroo. Is that one better?”

Beef just sighed and shook his head.

“No, but seriously, ‘I’m not picky’ doesn’t really help me make a decision.”

Pause got a devious look on his face and then said, while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively,

“I’m cool with having Beef for dinner, if you know what I mean,”

Beef just groaned.

“You’re no help at all. I’m just gonna make something. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it.”

“Wait,” said Pause. “Before you go, I want a kiss!”

“Oh alright,” said Beef.

Pause leaned in to kiss Beef, who had his eyes closed, when he felt the need to sneeze. He tried to keep it in, but no such luck. He sneezed and Beef jumped. Because he was on the edge of the bed, he fell off, landing on his butt.

“Ouch,” Beef said. “That really hurt. Also that was disgusting! When you said you were gonna kiss me, I was expecting a kiss, not a sneeze, Pause.”

“Hey, I couldn’t help it! I’m sorry, Beefaroni. Here let me help you up!”

Once Beef had gotten up, Pause actually kissed him and all was forgiven. Pause felt so bad for what had happened, he offered to help Beef cook and Beef took him up on that.

               “Pause.” Beef moaned, exasperated. The other man had been running around in this forest for the past twenty minutes, trying to evade Beef and his winter-coat-of-death. It wasn’t even that ridiculous! The coat was stylish, Beef thought, and it was lightweight and everything! Couldn’t Pause see that he was just looking out for him?

               “No!” Beef heard Pause’s voice from somewhere in the forest, the words carrying easily through the cold stillness of the air.

               “I just don’t want you to get a cold, Pause!” Beef called back, keeping his eyes peeled for the half-naked man.

               “No, Beef! I’m not wearing that!” Pause’s voice again. Closer.

               “It’s comfortable, Pausy-Poo!” Usually Beef appreciated Pause’s choice of wardrobe, but, Notch, he was seriously going to go all Death Games on his boyfriend if he didn’t cut it out soon.

               “Nope!”

               Beef sighed.

               Beef continued to follow his boyfriend’s voice, occasionally calling out a demand for Pause to, “Just come put the coat on, Guy! Gosh!” so that he could get another response to follow.

               The snow crunched softly under Beef’s feet, and he hoped that Pause was still too focused on avoiding him to listen for the sound. Eventually, Beef came upon a clearing in the dense forest, and- Wait. There.

               Pause was standing in the snow, his back turned to where Beef had come from. Perfect.

               Carefully, Beef slowly snuck up behind the other man, Pause seeming not to notice him as he got closer and closer. Sure enough, Pause was shivering, his clothes doing little to keep him completely warm as the snow swirled down around him. With a yell, Beef tackled his boyfriend to the ground, the element of surprise aiding him as he began to wrestle the coat onto Pause.

               Pause let out a shout as he suddenly realized what was happening. He began to struggle against Beef’s hold, screaming loud almost-obscenities and nonsensical insults as he fought.

               Beef sat back on his haunches with a triumphant cry as he finally got the jacket onto his stubborn boyfriend. Pause was pouting up at him, grumbling incoherently under his breath.

              Beef stood, hauling the other man up with him as well. Pause was still glaring at him, even as he pulled the coat closer to himself.

              Beef snorted, wrapping an arm around Pause’s shoulders. “Stop grumbling, Pausy.”

              Pause scoffed, but the effect was quickly ruined as he sneezed.

              Beef raised an eyebrow at him.

              “Not a word, Beef. Not a word.”

              “Told you so.”

              Pause groaned, throwing his head back to get his point across. Beef would probably be forcing medicine and mushroom stew down his throat for the next few days, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. At least he had a hot nurse.