#be prepared for an influx of absolute bullshit writing similar to this

[whataboutmyfries]

summertime sadness

So I've just stumbled across this website and after a few minutes of frantic-ing this was born! absolute brainrot that makes minimal sense but here you are!

(all errors are mine, I was too busy trying to get in as many words as possible to worry about spelling lol)

characters by @lumosinlove!

(written for the prompt hot dog)

Leo huffed in distress as the hot sun bore down on his neck, liquefying the cone of ice cream he was holding in his hand. "Lolo! can we go back? It's hot as balls, I hate it here." Leo moaned, trying to clean up the stick mess dripping over his fingers. Logan bounded over, a bright grin splitting his face, flushed from the heat.

"What's wrong? I got us some hotdogs!" he held up the snack, hot steam wafting from the freshly made food. Leo just groaned, the mere though of eating something that hot making his stomach roll.

"Lo, its 35 degrees. There is no way in hell I'm eating that. Look at my goddamn icecream. Look at it! it's digusting!" Logan looked down at the soupy mess dripping onto the grass and smirked. "You weren't complaining half as much when we did that last night but okay." Leo glared, the sweat dripping off his eyebrow somewhat taking away from the effect. Logan gave him a shit-eating grin leaning down to suck Leo's fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around each individual digit to get the sweet mess off his partner's fingers. Leo groaned, tipping his head back at the sensation of Logan tonguing feverishly at his hands.

Logan laughed around the obstruction in his mouth, only sucking harder as he went. "Tremz, it is way too hot for us to be doing this; besides there's no way I'm having sex with you without atleast two air cons blasting at full strength, i promise you."

Logan looked up at him through his lashes, innocently pulling another finger into his mouth, making Leo fumble to keep his grip on the cone. Just as Leo opened his mouth to retort to that, a soft thud distracted the both of them, and Leo turned to find a hotdog laying in the grass, mayonnaise splattered over Logan's calves. Logan let Leo's fingers fall out of his mouth, looking to his side to the sad sight.

He took one at the mess and burst out laughing, walking over to the table to set the other hot dog down before pulling Leo in for a long kiss. Leo moaned, the taste of icecream on Logan's tongue making him salivate. Logan pulled away with a smug smirk and went over to his food, taking a bite of the remaining hot dog, rolling his eyes expressively as he groaned at the taste.

"Well," He said, through a mouthfull of food, "Atleast you don't have to eat the hot dog anymore?" Leo rolled his eyes, walking back into their kitchen to check on Finn, who'd been fixing up their drinks. "We both know that even if I'd refused to eat it, you would've had it anyway. So who's the real loser here?" Logan huffed affectionately, flipping him off as he took another bite. "You love me and you know it!" Leo laughed, giving Finn a kiss before going over to the sink to wash his hands. "You're a menace!" He called, already dreaming of another cone of ice-cream. Maybe the summer wasn't so bad after all.