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The term ‘lazy day’ had, for the most part, always seemed a foreign concept to Fit, if not a contradictory statement altogether - how can anyone afford to slack off, be lazy, when the world is as fucked up as it is?
At least, that’s what he had thought up until around a few months ago. Out of the wasteland, out of the mindset of fearing to let his guard down for a moment… he quite likes lazing around.
“Well,” Pac says as he closes the door behind himself and leans against it with a lopsided smile. “That’s the kids packed off for the day!”
Today is all the eggs have been talking about for weeks - Missa is finally returning home and will be performing the song he wrote with Lullah, Tubbo will be performing a DJ set, most members of Radioegg have agreed to reunite for one night only, and Chayanne is catering the event.
The self-dubbed party planner Sunny made up the guest list, consisting of only the eggs and the parents involved in the event - no other parents, federation workers, or any other life-form on the island allowed.
So after Phil’s confirmation that he definitely has enough room to have Ramon and Richas sleep over (it’s a sleepover under the stars as per Lullah and Chayanne’s request, and Pomme and Dapper ‘borrowed’ two of Pierre and Bad’s highest security systems to ensure their little blocked off sleepover area is as secure as possible), Pac insisted he was fine to drop the kids off and would hurry straight back, and somewhat surprisingly, that’s exactly what he’s done.
“Must be record time, you know!” Pac continues, and laughs. It makes Fit’s stomach flutter in the most cliche of ways, but he’ll never admit it. “I’d barely even warped in before they had both ran off to join the party!”
“Well, that’s our kids, Pac,” Fit shrugs. “They’re party animals like us.”
Pac laughs again, a melodious sound that Fit wants to bottle for a rainy day.
“I don’t think party animal is the first thing people think of when it comes to us,” he says.
Fit places a hand over his heart and adopts an old-timey posh accent. “Pray tell, what is our reputation amongst the masses?”
Pac grins. “Well,” he says as he walks over and sits opposite Fit on the sofa. “I’m gonna say it’s one word, three letters.”
Fit gasps and clasps a hand over his mouth. “They think we’re old?” He feigns collapsing against the arm of the sofa like a damsel in distress.
Pac hums. “Maybe for you, but no way about me, i’m in the prime of my life!”
Fit gasps again. “So now you’re even calling me old? Wow, so much for boyfriend solidarity!”
Pac shrugs and repositions himself so his back is against Fit’s chest, and he shuffles down just enough that he can look up at Fit’s smiling face.
“I mean, you are older,” he explains, and Fit opens his mouth for another witty retort but Pac cuts him off with a finger to his lips. “But it’s okay, it seems I have a thing for older guys.”
And that last part makes the witty retort dissolve right off of the tip of Fit’s tongue.
Fit rolls his eyes playfully and kisses the pad of Pac’s finger before interlacing the rest of his boyfriend’s fingers with his own.
“Too damn smooth, Pac,” Fit says, smiling down at Pac with what is probably the textbook definition of lovestruck. “You could probably talk anyone into bed with that silver tongue.”
“Hm, maybe at one time,” Pac replies, letting go of Fit’s hand to instead play with his fingers. “But I quite like coming home to the same person in my bed these days, I guess I like a routine after all, you know?”
Fit’s entire body lights up as he has tunnel focus on the fact Pac spends an extra tender second gently stroking the skin of Fit’s ring finger.
It’s a discussion they’ve had, of course, and it’s not an avenue either of them are particularly inclined to pursue - a sheet of paper and a nod from the federation isn’t going to change anything about how they feel. Ramon and Richas agree, in fact said they already class Fit and Pac as ‘as good as married’, so that was that, and it hasn’t been brought up since.
“I never thought I was gonna be a routine kind of guy,” Fit says, and Pac looks up at him, paying his full attention whilst continuing to absentmindedly play with Fit’s fingers. “Didn’t really have the luxury of being able to even think about it. Used to think the people that lived their lives by routines were just not living at all.”
Pac nods. “I used to think the same. Life before the island… it’s like a different lifetime, you know?”
“Definitely,” Fit agrees, and lets out an exhale of breath - he feels lighter after it. “But I have to say, old me was so fucking wrong.”
“Same as old me,” Pac laughs again. “Think we would’ve gotten along before the island, if we met?”
“Doubtful,” Fit admits, and pulls Pac tighter against him when he notices his boyfriend’s face fall ever so slightly. “My instinct was to kill people on sight. Considering the first time I saw you, you triggered the gay panic, I would have avoided you like the fucking plague because it would’ve been my one huge weakness.”
Pac’s face brightens again. “Never thought i’d be someone’s gay awakening,” he sounds almost smug, and Fit is embarrassingly into it. “Especially not the great mercenary Fit! Who would’ve thought you’d fall for little old me, huh?”
Pac wiggles his eyebrows and Fit feels all the heat rush to his face, and he uses his free hand to try and hide his blush - an endeavour that completely fails if Pac’s cackling is anything to go by.
“You realise I could just as easily make you blush as bad as this, right?” Fit says as he looks down at Pac.
“I do,” Pac nods. “Maybe you should make us match so you’re not alone.”
And as a testimony for how well he knows Pac by now, Fit skips his usual techniques and goes straight for his ace - he dips down and catches Pac’s lips in a sweet, tender kiss, and internally congratulates himself as feels Pac’s skin heat up beneath his metal hand which gently caresses Pac’s cheek as they kiss.
When Fit eventually pulls away, Pac immediately presses the back of his free hand against his cheek and smiles up at Fit. “Congratulations.”
Fit mouths a thank you, and Pac snuggles against him again and lets out a content sigh.
“I still think it’s fucking hilarious that most people think we haven’t even kissed yet,” he says with a dramatic villain-esque chuckle.
“Ramon still asks me about once a week when it’s finally going to happen,” Fit smiles. “I kind of like that it’s only a thing for us. Let everyone make themselves crazy with it, I say.”
“I agree,” Pac smiles up at him. “But I am running out of excuses to tell Richas as to why I keep finishing up the lip balms he keeps giving me, if i’m not kissing you.”
“Speaking of,” Fit replies. “Can I request you get another of the strawberry and vanilla medley or whatever it was called? That shit was delicious.”
“Did you not hear me when i’m running out of excuses?” Pac rolls his eyes but looks at Fit with unbridled affection.
“But you’re a scientist, you have this big genius scientist brain,” Fit begins using both hands to massage Pac’s scalp, and he has to bite back an embarrassing ‘aw’ sound when Pac sighs happily and nuzzles further into Fit’s chest. “You can think of something.”
Pac sighs again. “Fine,” he groans, elongating the vowel sound.
He sits back up and leans against the opposite armrest, and opens his arms before making grabby hands. “Come on, switch.”
And it takes all of Fit’s inner strength to not practically leap across the span of the short sofa, and instead he slowly shuffles across and settles into Pac’s arms. Almost immediately, Pac closes his arms around Fit, pulling him even closer, causing just the littlest amount of delicious friction.
“Maybe people are right to just immediately label us as gay. Just a thought,” Fit says as he rests his arms over Pac’s.
“You want to give them that satisfaction?” Pac asks, looking down at Fit with a raised eyebrow.
“I’d rather die,” Fit answers without missing a beat. “Or, i’d rather them die, actually.”
Pac nods. “As long as you let me join in the fun, you know?”
“Of course! What’s mine is yours, Pac. Our friends’ murders included, I will share that honour with you.”
Pac unwraps one arm from around Fit to wipe a pretend tear from his eye, then immediately wraps it around him again. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, Fitch.”
“Is it really selfish of me to just,” Fit clicks his tongue and runs his thumb against the soft skin of Pac’s arm. “Not want to go anywhere or do anything? I just want to stay home like this.”
“I love selfish.” Pac squeezes Fit lightly, and presses a quick kiss to the top of his head. It sends a comforting warmth right down to Fit’s toes.
“Oh, is selfish my new nickname?” Fit teases, and he bursts into laughter as he feels Pac exhale deeply.
“And you’ve ruined the moment,” Pac mumbles into Fit’s shoulder as Fit laughs heartily. Pac lifts his head back up and rests his head atop Fit’s for a second. “Also if I fall asleep please wake me up, I was up most of the night working on my new project.”
“You say it like I wasn’t kept awake by you dropping about thirty machine parts and swearing every ten seconds,” Fit looks up at him with a shit-eating smirk, and Fit’s heart skips a beat when Pac dips down to kiss him. It’s fleeting and ends far too soon.
“You could always help me,” Pac suggests, and laughs when Fit rolls his eyes.
“I helped pay for your Create toys, you enjoy them,” Fit raises a hand to pat Pac’s cheek.
“You say things like this but won’t let me pay you back!” Pac pouts, and Fit nods with a saccharine smile.
“Life’s a bitch, ain’t it?” he teases, and feels his stomach clench and heart swell as Pac looks at him with a mix of smitten affection and appreciation, like he met his match at a stalemate game of chess. “But at the risk of sounding like an overly exhausted parent, a nap sounds really fucking good right about now.”
“We literally are exhausted parents, one of our kids is always on the move and the other is always working on projects that need supervising before he explodes stuff… we’ve earned a nap!” Pac reasons.
Fit needs no more persuasion, he snuggles further into Pac. “You’re now a pillow, sorry.”
“I’m not sorry,” Pac shuffles slightly so he’s leaning more against the back plush sofa cushion as opposed to the armrest. He moves his arms from around Fit, but keeps his hands loosely on Fit’s waist.
It’s a tiny show of affection that would probably make Fit burst into tears if he thought about it for long enough.
And whilst the messages in global chat from parents at the party continue to flow with almost minute by minute updates of how the ‘exclusive party’ is going, they all go unread by the couple - too busy wrapped up in each other, softly snoozing in the lazy afternoon sunlight.
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