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[fluorite]

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

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[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. ]

[weaseled]

Heh. What pecs?

[u flat as a cardboard box, yuui. Yael settles into the crook of Yuui's neck and finds the fit as natural as it is comfortable. More than the sunset, his eyes are settled on their twined hands.]

That's pretty obvious.

[He can practically smell Yuui's low self-esteem.]

But you'll drive yourself crazy trying to make comparisons. Do you trust me?

[fluorite]

Of course I do.

[ He smiles softly, even though Yael can't see it and even though he so easily called the issues Yuui thought were deeply hidden "pretty obvious". ]

I wouldn't be here right now on a proper date if I didn't.

[weaseled]

Then let that be enough.

[He knows how men like Yuui are. Prone to overthinking, prone to worrying himself into fits, wondering what, if anything, he could've done differently when something goes wrong. Just this once, he'd like to see the guy worry a little less. Yuui deserves a relationship he can put his full trust in, doesn't he?]

Be happy with "us". I think our relationship's perfect just the way it is.

[fluorite]

"Us", huh?

[ He finally lets himself relax back against Yael's chest, breathing out a sigh as his gaze shifts from their hands to the sunset at last. It's nice to hear Yael say it now, a big contrast to denying they were dating at all before. ]

Then I think I'll accept it. I'll be happy with my weird boyfriend.

[weaseled]

[There's no sense in denying what they have now, particularly not when Yuui kicked up such a fuss over the notion that they weren't dating before. Picking up their joined hands, Yael kisses each of Yuui's knuckles before pressing a final kiss to his cheek.]

Then I'll be happy with mine. Compromise.

[After an evening spent watching the sun dip below the ocean, Yael takes Yuui home, bids him goodbye with a half dozen kisses, and promises to text him when he gets home.]