#redacted polydamn

trying my hand at writing some fanfic and I've been thinking about polydamn a lot so enjoy !!

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“Open your mouth. Wide.”

wait.

Angel

huxley (and freelancer if poly) doing yard work in summer

damien (and the others if poly) going so completely nutso bonkers

- friend jacketthief

friend jacketthirf yes,, yes you shall receive. i love me some polydamn and writing about big sweaty men. and (static) sweaty freelancers

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it was hot. like, blistering hot, and if damien hadn't been hounding everyone about sunblock earlier in the day, he certainly would be now. the sun was beaming down, as it was around midday and shade under nearby trees or a parasol next to a lounge chair was heavenly. well, unless you were damien and channeling your inner lizard. he was resting on an aforementioned chair away from the pool in a pair of tight swim trunks (as he planned to go swimming afterwards), meanwhile his other partners were happily (read: loudly) splashing around. lasko was sat on the pool's edge, his long sleeved swim shirt not quite wet, but definitely not dry as gavin and dear fight via water.

"this is hardly fair, lover. you teach this for a living-" gavin laughs before closing his complaining mouth to avoid any more chlorine water getting in it. dear feigns innocence. "you could know this just as well as i do if you wanted, but i don't see you in my class. sounds like a you- euhfbhbfpfppfff-" they sputter as they spit out gavin's watery retort.

"you- that's playing dirty, gav." lasko giggles, and he doesn't miss how freelancer appears at his side right after, wrapped ice pops in hand. he had completely forgotten where they had disappeared to. "well, you can't say you'd expect him of all people to be clean." they take the wrapper from lasko's choice of popsicle and gives a very suggestive lick to the top before handing it off and pocketing the trash. gavin and dear take theirs as well, though gavin feigns hurt at his not getting the same treatment.

"where's the big guy? i thought he'd happily be out here. maybe we could even try that pool game freelancer had mentioned. what was it? chicken?" gavin looks around, and there is indeed a lack of huxley in the pool. freelancer sighs and looks over near the wooden fence of their backyard, where huxley happened to be kneeling. "he wanted me to help him with some yard stuff. and, if damien had a choice, he'd be the one helping, but we managed to convince him to enjoy the sun. if not, he would've just ended up tied to the damn chair, and not in a way he'd enjoy." they tack on with a snicker, beating gavin to his own joke. the incubus seems nothing short of proud.

"well, maybe with two versus one, it'll get done quicker. then both of you could join us." dear hums as they lick on their popsicle, to which lasko can only offer an agreeing hum. "but don't rush it, either. pool will always be here." freelancer offers everyone a parting kiss before stepping back towards huxley, albeit a little sad they couldn't see more of their partners in their swimwear. whatever, that could come later.

"alright, so i was thinking.." huxley starts as they approach, though their chatter about what should go where, or what would look good quickly falls into the background of water splashing and some light music playing from a speaker next to damien's chair. he doesn't even remember dozing off, but when he wakes up, it's to the chiming of his alarm. ah, more sunblock. he looks around for the bottle and grabs it in one hand, his phone in the other, though he almost drops both when he looks up.

fuck. jesus christ, he died in that lounge chair and went to heaven. except his heaven isn't angels singing and endless grapes being fed to him while hes being fanned with a massive leaf - its his fucking partners. shirtless- well, huxley is. him keeping a shirt on during yardwork when some simple sunblock is an option is like him failing a class - rare as hell. freelancer is barely any better as they use the front of their shirt to wipe at their sweaty face, revealing their stomach and a bit of their chest in the process. his voice cracks, and he barely manages to get it loud enough for the others to hear him from the pool.

"guys. more sunscreen, c'mon." he barks out, and huxley is of course the first to come over, freelancer following suit. "thanks, baby. i would've completely forgotten. then you would've been on my ass, i know it." oh, damien wants to be on something of his, alright. huxley's smile is bright and lord, is he sweaty. it's like a sheen all over his body. all. over. freelancer is no better, though they seem to have thoroughly sweated through their tank top. they don't say much but they happily guzzle icy water as they take this little break.

gavin, dear and lasko carefully walk over to the group, and it's certainly having an affect on them as well. dear seems the most composed, however, and offers little compliments on how it's looking. the two thank them, and huxley even offers a hug, though they turn it down.

"wouldn't want you getting all wet before sunscreen, love." they remind him. "oh, yeah, you're right. kiss, then?" now that they can do. they all share affection through quick, salty kisses as sunblock lotion is rubbed into skin, and who can blame damien if he's a little too thorough when applying it to huxley's broad, muscled back? he doesn't hear the man complaining about the little impromptu massage, and it gives him a chance to ignore just how much tighter his shorts have gotten. well, it's getting harder to ignore it when he makes those noises..