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“Well anything would sound bad if you say it with that attitude.” Kid laughed while falling back to sit on the couch. The Incredibles film had been set to start playing before Blake arrived so they’d missed a bit due to chatter, Kid had already seen the movie of course and though this was more for Blake’s benefit the young werewolf really didn’t care which direction the early evening went. Paper plate in hand he took a few more bites of his pizza. His first box was already halfway finished, but that didn’t mean much. It was pizza number two that would lead to bragging rights.

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Bingo Task 2 : Confession

“You clean up nice.” Joe chuckled while checking his Tumblr account early that morning. The comic book shop was the best place to retreat to when Kid wanted to have a good start. No distractions and Church of Skatin was right across the street. Lincoln didn’t ask questions as Joe always was the most forward and honest dude. His comic shop visits weren’t every day either. With Blake, you had to have a hunch, there was no promise the older man would turn up on a regular schedule. If Kid couldn’t make it into the store he’d spend the morning at Bean Me Up, but even the cafe was infamous for drawing Kid’s attention somewhere else.

It was Kid’s first time visiting the local aquarium and he was immediately caught off guard by the 1,200,000 gallon tank that stood as a centerpiece for the center. It was a striking cool blue and a variety of fish swam in a spiral at the center, including yellow finned tuna, some breed of minnow, and a few sharks. “Alright... this is my new favorite spot in town. Whoa!”

“It’s like I could walk right inside.”

“See? It’s nice.” Kid reassured while fluffing a pillow for himself now that he’d successfully gotten Blake inside the fort and reclined in a semi-laying down position. There were a series of pillows behind the older man which propped him up so he wasn’t entirely flat. Vulnerable.

Joe, on the other hand, didn’t have any trouble with laying any which way and in blanket forts you were guaranteed to be comfortable at any angle. Kid smiled, stared, and admired the white string lights he’d wrapped around. They glowed through the cheap sheet he’d tossed over as a privacy veil. Blake still sat stiff and frowned in his ‘always confused’ manner.

“There’s something wrong with your face.” Blake said and Kid could have gasped.

“Was that a joke?” He scooched closer to the hellhounds side, chuckling, “That sounded a lot like a joke.”

Blake looked Kid up and down, but not the way Kid wished he would, even dreamed he just might one day. The wolf was patient and captured. “No. There really is something wrong with your face.”

Joe breathed out a laugh and ran a hand through his dark hair before getting settled at Blake’s side. “Well that’s alright. I’ve got a case of the too-happies while you have the frumpty-dumpkins.”

“Those aren’t actual medical terms.”

Another snort. “Aren’t you smart?” Joe didn’t take no for an answer. His arm wrung over Blake’s torso and he settled his head just beneath the man’s chest. Pressed a warm cheek against the dark navy shirt. He was comfortable here and he liked Blake’s clean smell.

Joe had almost drifted off to sleep by the time Blake made his first move. At first, Kid feared the man was simply uncomfortable--had been pinned down, but then the grump was shifting further down to lay across the blankets, pillows, and an arm looped around Kid’s waist. Still stiff in its way, but the pair splayed out equally now, and Joe had to keep himself from staring in Blake’s eyes too long. He just smiled and closed his eyes like this. Then they shared a pillow and drifted off to sleep.

¿Cuánto tiempo había pasado desde que Mason había cruzado la puerta de aquel bar y se había hundido en botellas de cerveza? Ya ni siquiera estaba realmente consciente de eso, pero… le daba igual realmente. Qué importaba que se estuviera riendo sólo, qué importaba que sus ojos vagaran desconcertados por las pocas personas que se veían alrededor, qué importaba que fuera un completo desastre. Alzó la mano divertido y exclamó, con una sonrisa plantada en los labios. —¡Hey, niño bonito! ¿Por qué no traes tu trasero aquí y me das otra cerveza? —. Sí, le hablaba a aquel rubio que siempre veía en ese bar, y que por lo general era quien tenía que lidiar con el asco de persona que era él, pero qué le importaba, ese niño estaba ahí trabajando, tenía que pagar el precio de soportarlo a él.