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another self-inserty freelancer headcanon because freelancer is me and i am them
i'm a big fan of physical touch love language freelancer. i think they're always passively touching their friends (leaning on them, holding hands, kicking under the table, etc) when they hang out. gavin isn't safe from that, of course! they're practically attached to him at the hip when they're together (linking arms, laying on top of him, sitting in his lap)
freelancer just adores the people around them and likes to show it as often as possible
Heavily inspired by that Non canon Lasko HBS with the ice cream, with canon Dear this time :3c
And popsicles, so you know where this is going (ā .ā Ā ā āā Ā ā į“ā Ā ā āā .ā )
Not proofread so enjoy the typos
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To him, it was such a saving grace that he decided on moving in with his partner before this nightmare of a heatwave hit. Sure, it's been a while since he did, almost a year, but he's still beyond grateful.
Not just for the fact of living with the love of his life, obviously that's the major one.
But having a working air conditionerā¦ that was certainly an opponent to which is the best partā¦ Okay, no, his partner is the best one.
Being it as it may, despite the AC being on almost full blast at something like 72Ā°F, Lasko still felt like he was melting.
"It shouldn't even be this hot!" Laying on his back on the couch, one leg draped off while the other hooked over the top, his arms mirroring it. "It's not even much into July yet and it's like- what even is it, it's got to be over a hundred out there, there's no way. I know it's cooler in here butā¦" His complaints ended up drowned out with a drawn out whine of discontent. He hated the heatā¦
"It's an El NiƱo year," Dear spoke up from the other room, "higher temperatures, less widespread rain, more droughts."
He looked up as they started back into the living room, "How do you know about that stuff?"
They shrugged, holding out a popsicle for him, "It may sound weird but I'm a little obsessed with weather patterns. It's mostly just to track if there's going to be bad storms going through or not.
He looked beyond grateful for the frozen treat, giving them a thankful look as he carefully took it from their hand ā and not drop it.
"What gets me," they joined him on the couch with one of their own popsicle, "is that you're an air elemental. You're Sunbound."
"Just because my magic gets thatā¦ that boost on the Solstice," he emphasized waving the popsicle around, "doesn't mean that I like the heat at the end of the day. It'sā¦ it's gross, it's ickyā I get gross and icky, god I hate the feeling of sweatā¦"
"You're starting to sound like that sand scene in Star Wars."
"Well! Sweat's grossā¦ makes me feel gross. The heat is justā¦ it's suffocating sometimes here, hurts to try and breathe in itā which yeah, I could technically make more air but that's counterintuitive, it- as much as it sounds like it, it doesn't workā"
"Coming from someone that's tried, I'm guessing?"
Lasko shrunk into himself, a look of partial embarrassment crossing his face. Yeah. Enough said.
The cold of the popsicle made his skin tingle and his tongue numb, but fuck if it wasn't helping him cool off. His favourite flavour too, his partner knew him a little too well sometimes. Though, it wasn't like it was hard to find his favourite, he talked about it enough.
Looking over, it took him every ounce of effort not to accidentally choke. Seeing his partner with that popsicle in their mouth, his mind couldn't help but go straight into the gutter. Oh, how he wished it wasā
"Hey, you okay?"
His voice cracked when he tried to answer with a confused hum, "Wha-? What- uh-ha, um, what- what do you mean?"
Dear tilted their head, only making him swallow, "You look like you're burning up, baby; I was asking if it's still too warm. I can bump the thermostat's fan a little fasterā"
"No- no, no, ahā no, I'm- I'm, umā¦ I'm good, dear, I promise, it's justā¦ it's just, umā¦" How could he even say it, it was embarrassing to think aboutā ohh, god, he was getting hard thinking about it.
He immediately shot up to sit in such a way to hide it, only giving himself away. They gave him a knowing look, and oh, that just made it worse. A whine unintentionally slipped out as he curled into himself, "Don't startā¦"
That gave them an idea.
They didn't say anything, but the action they did instead is what got him squirming.
They popped that popsicle back into their mouth, acting nonchalant, the frozen treat disappearing into their mouth nearly down to the stick.
They pulled it back out slowly, hearing him getting antsy. Their tongue dragged over the end of the popsicle, licking the melting drips off. He could already feel his eyes threatening to roll back into his head, they're doing this on purposeā¦
When they glanced over at him again, his shoulders drew up, eyes going wide, like he had just been caught in the act even just sitting there. He swallowed hard with a short squeak, eyes daring to look at their mouthā¦ serving to make him antsy all over again.
"You sure you're okay over there, baby?" Their words snapped him out of a daze, and hearing that knowing toneā¦ he was so close to being a goner.
"Hm???" His face was twisted up into a nervous expression, "Oh- I- oh, I'm just-hmmm I'm just dandy! Perfectly fine, so fine, so so so s-ooo fineā¦ tot-totally not, um, Iā¦ uhmā¦ is- is there- um- it's just that you- you'reā¦ the way you're justā¦ the pop-popsicle, and your mouthā¦ ohhh-fuck your mouthā¦ I justā¦" His chest heaved with a groaned out sigh.
"What about my mouth, hm?"
He had to bite back a whine. That hum, that innocent lilt in their voice, their eyesā¦ They knew. There was no way they didn't know what they were doing.
"You know- you absolutely knowā" His lower lip jutted out in a pout, whining instead of trying to get the words to work.
They shrugged a shoulder, "Maybe I do," they stuck the popsicle back in just enough to break the tip off, and hearing the breath leave his lungs in a silent sound, "maybe I just like seeing your mind in action too. Who's to say?"
"Who's- Wha-" His own popsicle was mostly melted by now, the sticky sensation of it dripping down his hands did nothing to help hisā¦ situation. It made his mind wander to what other kind of stickiness could be on his hands right now.
His mind was nothing but dirty thoughts, all while being completely blank at the same time. How could he possibly get this turned on watching his partner have a fucking popsicle, it should be relatively pure. But with just how attracted and down bad he was for themā¦ he couldn't help it.
As his mind tried to get back on some sort of track instead of derailing straight down south, Dear kept breaking off pieces of their Popsicle and letting it melt in their mouth. When it got down to a certain level, the melted section nearly fell off but they managed to catch it ā the wonders of having water magic.
Looking over at him again, his own was more down his arm than it was on the stick. It gave them an idea.
After pitching out the stick, they came back to sit with him again. He was still justā¦ blanked out. It took him until they knelt down and licked up the underside of his arm and try and get the sticky streak that he nearly jumped out of his skin with a breathless noise.
Eyes still wide, he noticed how they were sitting. On their knees, their chin on his lap, those eyes looking up at himā¦ oh fuck.
They gently took his hand, his heart beginning to race, "What- wha-whatā what are you doing-" His words cut short, pitching up into a squeaky whimper, as they took two of his fingers into their mouth.
"Looks like you made a little bit of a mess here, baby," they cooed.
He was gone. Yep, he so fucking was gone.
They took advantage of it too.
"Why don't weā¦ make a little mess of our own, hm? Make some real good use of my mouth insteadā¦"
Those words were all it took to get him melting faster than the popsicle.
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This is a very inane headcannon but, the DAMN crew all feel very comfortable in each other's homes and will just grab a drink or a snack (evidenced by the way Damien just grabbed some bottles of water out of Gavin and Freelancer's fridge in the video where he and Hux told the crew they were a couple), but Lasko strikes me as the kind of person to still ask every time, always prompting a fond "Lasko, you don't have to ask" said in unison from Gav and Freelancer or Damien and Hux
