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[garmadragon]

it's free real estate

suddenly I was in a bruiseshipping mood?? And then I actually wrote something about it??? this never happens I don't know what came over me.

rated... T? it's so fluffy we lost the plot in it, the whole thing is goofy intimacy. if you find the plot, please report it to the nearest station officer.

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"Eeuuuuugghhhh," Jay groans. Cole hums in agreement. That-- yeah that was pretty much it. The whole day spent hiking a mountain in the blistering summer heat only to figure out that the artifact they were looking for was on a different mountain, and then having to hike back down and losing their way in the weird scraggly buggy brush? And then getting caught in a rainstorm to end all rainstorms? And not even being allowed to use the dragons? Yeah, that elicits an 'eeuuuuugghhhh'.

With a flourish, Jay tosses his gi shirt into the dresser, where it makes a spectacular smack and flops onto the floor. He snaps the straps of his tank top anyways, bowing haphazardly to a sleepy audience.

Cole just puts his hands behind his head and falls onto his bed, and then thinks the better of it and spreads out across his, Kai's, and Jay's bed.

Jay makes a noise of complaint. He was super gonna sleep on that. Cole doesn't respond, however, even when he complains louder, so Jay decides to improvise around the problem and cannonballs right across where his spot should be, which is Cole's stomach.

He doesn't even knock the breath out of him, but having him startle enough to bring a hand out from behind his head to try to push him off is close enough. Jay Adamantly Refuses to be pushed off from His Spot.

"You," Cole says, cracking open one eye, "are heavy."

Jay sticks his tongue out and props his elbows on Cole's chest, scooting himself to be a full annoyance on top of him.

"You are also sharp," he grunts, shoving at his arms, but it doesn't do much besides make him falter and drop one elbow.

"My spot," Jay quips.

"Really? Cos I laid on it first. Think that means it's mine."

"'S not how that works."

"Yeah-huh."

"If that's how the rules are," Jay sniffs, "then this is mine now." He folds his arms under his chin and pats his hands rapidly on Cole's shoulders. Cole opens his other eye, considering the order of operations when claiming land space to the ruling of finders keepers. He looks up, at Jay's goofy half-grin and still-soaked hair and the beginnings of a sunburn across his nose and shoulders that have more freckles than they usually do, and then down at the blue sheet he is clearly lying on.

He shrugs. "Them's the rules." Then, before he can think the better of it because he knows it's gonna throw him off, he leans up and says "Congrats! This is yours."

Absolutely that little red tinge to Jay's ears is worth it. But instead of turning into a tiny ball of Mess and rolling off of him, his grin gets wider. He scoots a little to the right and threads his fingers through Cole's, his arm almost perfectly mirroring his own.

"This's mine now too, then. Free real estate."

Cole splutters a laugh. "If it's that easy," he says, and whips his other arm out from behind his head to wrap it around Jay's back. He squeaks, the blush from his ears starting to spread across his face, which is honestly adorable.

"It's-- it's not that easy," Jay says, trying and failing to keep a straight face. "One measly hand doesn't count."

"Mmhmm." Well that was a challenge if he ever gave one. He feints to the left and tries to roll, but Jay smacks a hand down in front of his face to block him. He rolls the other way, but the same thing happens, like a cat with a laser pointer. Cole tries to shove Jay off, resulting in him on top of his side instead. Jay is absolutely just giggling his head off at his efforts. He narrows his eyes, letterboxing in his mind for the dramatics (last resort and all), and then darts upward, pressing a gentle kiss right over the top of his freckles.

With a startled gasp, Jay forgets that he's supposed to be guarding his hard-earned property space, and drops his hand. And the second he does so Cole flips around and tucks Jay half under him like a stuffed animal.

"Gotcha," Cole breathes. "I have a monopoly now."

Jay takes a second to get his focus back. "Wh- hey! No, th.. that's illegal!"

"Your face is illegal," Cole retorts, and presses another kiss to his jaw. Jay blows a raspberry at him, but very quickly dissolves into laughing again in his silly little way as he gets a couple more kisses down his neck.

"You're so giggly," he says.

Jay shoves his free hand onto Cole's cheek. "Because you're pokey! Shave!"

Cole responds by burying his whole face into Jay's shoulder. He yelps, and then goes right back to that genuine laughter that Cole's been missing all day. Nevermind that the two of them are still kinda wet from the rainstorm, and they kinda smell bad, and are way too tired to do anything else today and probably tomorrow, if this is what he gets at the end of an awful day, he'll do it every week.

They just lay like that for a while. Cole slowly combs his fingers through Jay's curling hair, his other hand subject to being played with even as it's half under a pillow.

Jay snickers, suddenly. "We look like we fell over dancing and couldn't get up."

'I think that would probably happen if we tried dancing right now."

"Tragic accident. Two idiots waltzed so bad they died."

Cole laughs under his breath. "You would. I actually learned to waltz."

"You should show me sometime!" Jay says, suddenly excited. "I've always wanted to dress up fancy and hold a champagne glass in one hand, and then like get swept away onto the ballroom floor, right? But I can't do that if I don't know how to dance."

Wow, Cole loves how ridiculous Jay can be. He grins and kisses his forehead, longer this time, and then finally steals a quick kiss from his half-parted lips, loving how Jay just melts entirely under him. Cole pulls back, watching the stars dance across his mismatched eyes, half-obscured by his dazzlingly crooked little grin.

"Sure. I can do that for you.'