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Race and Spot were almost inseparable. They were always seen together, and almost always maintained some form of physical contact. Everyone found it disgusting, but no one actually said anything. They were too scared that Spot would hurt them. Today, they were sitting on the couch at Spot’s house, cuddling while they waited for the rain to stop.
“What are we planning on doing today?” Race asked, snuggling closer into Spot’s arms. “Can we watch something on the TV?”
Spot reached for the remote, struggling to keep one arm around his boyfriend. “We can see what’s on. I can’t promise that it will be anything good.” He flipped through the channels until it stopped on a horror movie marathon on SyFy.
“Ooh, Nightmare on Elm Street is playing!”
Spot turned the TV off. “We don’t need you getting nightmares, Race.”
Race pouted. “But I love that franchise.” He leaned his head back to look Spot in the eyes, and could only see him upside down. “Pwease?”
Spot kissed Race on the nose and grinned. “No. I don’t like scary movies. They’re stupid and cheesy.”
“Is that the only reason you don’t like them?” Race teased. “Or is it because you might be…scared?”
Spot pinched Race’s side. Hard, but not hard enough to really hurt him. “You better stop there, Anthony.”
Race wiggled in Spot’s grip. “You know I hate that name.”
“Then don’t assume stuff that ain’t true.” He pulled out his phone. “Let’s put on some music. It’s too quiet.”
Race was about to protest, but a soothing melody began to play from Spot’s speakers. It was something that he heard before, but couldn’t quite put his finger on. “This song sounds familiar.”
Spot smiled, even though Race couldn’t see his face. “That’s because it’s the song that was playing when we met for the first time.”
Race started to grin. “That might be why it’s familiar.” He stood up and pulled Spot off of the couch. “Dance with me.”
Spot escaped Race’s grip. “I don’t like dancing.”
Race grabbed onto Spot’s neck and planted a kiss on his lips. “I won’t tell.” He looked at him with puppy dog eyes. “One dance?”
Spot sighed and put his arms around Race’s waist. “One dance, and that’s it.”
They swayed to the music, and the rain outside accompanied the melody. When the song ended, Race looked at Spot. “Can we go play in the rain?”
Spot rolled his eyes. “Sometimes, I feel like I’m dating a child.”
Race flashed a big grin. “I am a child. You should’ve known that by now.” He grabbed Spot’s hand and pulled him outside. “I hope you have towels.”