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[fluorite]

[ because sometimes things happen and you can't help it

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[fluorite]

Caught me~

[ Look, Yuui can't deny that he has a bit of a pattern developing here... He gets up with a grin and follows Yael back to his car. ]

I like men who are smart in a different way from me. I might be book smart, but you're intelligent in a way that I think is more important.

[weaseled]

[Yael pops open the door for Yuui and rounds the car, hopping into the driver's seat and heading for the beach.]

You really think I'm smart, huh? That's not something I'm used to hearing.

[fluorite]

[ Yuui jumps right into his seat, making himself comfortable... right after stashing a little bottle of lube in the glovebox while Yael is rounding the car. ]

I do. You're perceptive, and I think you read the emotions of others well.

[weaseled]

[Miraculously, Yael doesn't notice Yuui stash that bottle of lube in the glove box. Surely this won't come back around to bite him some weeks down the line.]

But that's not usually what people think of when they hear "intelligent".

[fluorite]

But it does count as intelligence.

[ Yuui smiles, holding his hand out, palm up, so that Yael can take it. ]

I've never thought you were anything but.

[weaseled]

[Yael takes Yuui's hand and gives it a squeeze. With the sun dusting the horizon, they'll hit the beach at the perfect time.]

You're sweet. For what it's worth, I think you're pretty emotionally intelligent yourself... when you want to be.

[fluorite]

[ He doesn't think sweetness has anything to do with what he considers fact, but Yuui will take it anyway. Who is he to deny a compliment from Yael? ]

What is that supposed to mean?

[ As if he doesn't know exactly what it means. ]

[weaseled]

I wonder?

[Yael snickers, pulling Yuui's hand up to his lips and smooching it.]

You're a big old baby too. The two cancel each other out.

[fluorite]

I'm not a big baby. That's you.

[ Not even the kiss to his hand can lessen the glare he gives Yael. ]

[weaseled]

A big baby.

[Yael parks and tugs on Yuui's arm, yanking him into a kiss. Calm down, big baby.]

Come on, baby boy. Let's sit by the waves.

[fluorite]

[ That kiss on the lips is more than enough to put Yuui in a better mood, his frown turning right up into a grin when he pulls away. ]

Alright, daddy.

[ If Yael is going to call him baby boy, this is what he gets.

Yuui hops out of the car, waiting for Yael to make his way over to his side before taking his hand. The beach is empty enough that he's not worried. ]

[weaseled]

Mm. Don't call me that.

[Ah, hm, don't like that. Some men might appreciate their partner calling them daddy, but Yael isn't one of them. Lesson learned, no more baby boy for Yuui...

Yael wraps his arm around Yuui's before taking his hand, keeping him close. The ocean breeze feels nice, but it will chill them both to the bone if they don't stick together. He breaks their handhold long enough to spread his jacket out on the sand and guide Yuui to sit, settling beside him and curling an arm around his shoulders.]

You don't spend much time outside, huh? You're paler than the moon.

[fluorite]

[ He can't help the little shiver that escapes him as a breeze wafts over them, and he subconsciously presses himself closer to Yael. It's a good thing he's so much wider than Yuui—he radiates more body heat.

But that little comment nearly has him scooting away. ]

I'm Scandinavian. Of course I'm pale.

[ And he does go outside, thanks! He takes public transportation. That's definitely enough... right? ]

[weaseled]

[That's right, lean into your mattress man. This muscle needs to be put to proper use. Yael's lips curve into a smile when Yuui shivers, his hand squeezing his shoulder tight.]

You're nothing like those blondes who sunbathe on the beach. Looking as pale as you do is a status symbol where I come from. It says you don't have to toil outdoors to make a living.

[fluorite]

[ He nudges Yael in the side. ]

A status symbol, huh...? You know, it's mostly been a sign that someone's a shut-in here. But you've been in the US long enough to know that, I think.

[weaseled]

[Yael snorts, tugging Yuui against his side.]

Sure have been. I figured you were more of the bookish type when we first met. You've got that [wiggles hand,] nerd energy.

[fluorite]

[ Yuui shoves at him, a push to Yael's pull, but doesn't make any effort to move away. ]

How, exactly, do I have nerd energy?

[weaseled]

[Nice try, nerd!! Yael snorts, keeping Yuui pulled tight to his side so he can't wiggle off when he blows a raspberry against his cheek.]

Just look in a mirror. Those sweaters you like to wear scream nerd too.

[fluorite]

[ Menace! Bully! Yuui is a target here!

And yet he doesn't even bother to move away, laughing as he swats at Yael's shoulder. ]

You like them, though. I guess that means you're into nerds.

[weaseled]

[Do your job and take your hits like a champ, target.

All of Yuui's fussing and shoving earns him a kiss on the forehead that he totally doesn't deserve. Who's bullying who here?]

Some nerds. I'd say you're an exception, actually.

[fluorite]

[ Forehead kisses are the key to calming him down it seems, because he immediately stops shoving at Yael. ]

Am I? Care to enlighten me why?

[ Is it because he's pretty? Or maybe it's his completely charming personality? That has to be it. ]

[weaseled]

[Oh? Duly noted. He'll keep this in mind the next time he pisses Yuui off on purpose.]

My type's feisty. Energetic. Bookish types usually aren't as fiery as you.

[fluorite]

You clearly don't know many bookish types.

[ He settles right back against Yael's side. ]

But I'm not going to go out of my way to have you meet them. I'm not trying to create competition for myself.

[weaseled]

Competition?

[Ridiculous. Like Yael needs to meet more pasty white nerds when he's met the pastiest and whitest of them. Hauling Yuui onto his lap, Yael sits his chin on his shoulder and watches the sun dip below the horizon along the water's edge.]

Please. You could put a million of them in front of me and I'd pick you every time. You've got to remember that you're more than your beauty and your brains. You've got this too.

[Yael taps the left side of Yuui's chest.]

[fluorite]

My pecs?

[ He laughs, knowing exactly what Yael is referring to. Yuui grabs that hand, twining their fingers together, his gaze focused on the way their hands fit together rather than the sunset. ]

I struggle a lot with this sort of thing, you know. Thinking that I'm not worth the effort, or that there are probably better matches out there for you.

[ Like his ex. Yuui knows he'll wonder where he ranks against Yael's ex for a long, long time. A relationship can be long over, but the heart doesn't always forget. ]