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You were working on your latest assignment in biology. It was a simple assignment, pretty easy to be honest. All you had to do was write a short essay about sea creatures.
Which was perfect! You already had extensive knowledge on sharks. You love it when school gives you an opportunity to ramble about one of your hyperfixations.
You smile wide, as your fingers tap away at the keyboard. Your essay blossoming to life before your very eyes.
The interesting thing is… you pause, contemplating what you should write next.
You settle on writing this section about shark skeletons.
Their bones are actually made of cartilage, this allows them to speed through water…
You jump in surprise, your shoulders tense as warm, sweaty arms are draped across your shoulders. You feel a warm breath graze your neck, smelling of cereal bars and pizza. “Yo.”
You instantly relax at the familiar sound of Casey's voice.
“Dude, you scared the shit out of me!” You hiss. “And why are you so sweaty?” you emphasize your point by wiping his sweat off your arm.
You feel Casey shrug, his head leaning against yours as he taps a rhythmless pattern against your chest.
“Top secret ninja stuff,” Casey smirked.
“Very funny.”
“Hey it's the truth yo! S’not my fault you don't believe me!”
You let out a small chuckle, your hand reaching up to gently grasp your boyfriend's hand.
“Aw, you've been hanging out with ninjas without me?” You do your best to put on your best “mock pout” expression, as you rest your head against his. “Where's my invitation?”
“wherever your Hogwarts letter is.” Casey retorted playfully.
You turn your attention back to your work. After all, this essay isn't gonna write itself.
You manage to get a few paragraphs in, your fingers pressing into the keys with practiced motion. The paragraphs form like a meticulously crafted spider web. Joy bubbles up in your chest, as you wrote the final paragraph about shark skeletons.
God, what a fun assignment.
“Whatcha working on?” Casey asked curiously, his eyes focused on your work.
“An assignment for school!” you exclaim.
“Bleh” Casey stuck his tongue out in disgust. “But that's so boring,” Casey rocks you impatiently, “why don't we do something fun?”
He jumps off of you, “like we could watch a movie or something.” He pulls his arms back and grunts, his shoulder making a loud ‘pop’ sound as he stretches.
“Egh, must've pulled a muscle while fighting that worm freak.” He mutters through a hip stretch.
“Worm freak?” you echo.
Casey smirks, “yeah dude, I totally got eaten by a giant worm in the sewers yo!” He leaned forward and wiggled his fingers at you.
You laugh, “sure Case, and I got bitten by a shark.”
“You'd like that,” Casey giggles like a hyena.
You roll your eyes playfully.
“Yeah alright, what movie we watching?” you lean back in your chair, you hit save and close your laptop.
Casey shifts his weight, he purses his lips, as though he was contemplating something. “Hmmm...”
He perks up suddenly, “oh I know, we should watch Godzilla!” he grins, revealing several missing teeth.
You shrug, “yeah alright.”
“Sweet!”
Casey plops down onto the bed, he snuggles into your shark-print bedspread. You curl up next to him, setting your laptop on your lap, you start the movie, and place the laptop between the two of you.
Throughout the intro, Caseys arm finds its way across your shoulders, drawing you closer. You lean into his rough touch, he smelled of car grease, moldy pizza, and a hint of BO.
You wrinkle your nose slightly, drinking in the odd mixture of scents that radiates off of your boyfriend. There is an odd odor of something that's almost sterile, that you can't seem to identify.
Casey nuzzles into your neck, his sticky arms embracing you loosely. You allow your head to fall onto his, your arms wrapping around him, as he rests against your chest.
You both sit there for a minute, ignoring the movie completely. “Case?” You whisper.
“Mhmm”
“You good?”
“Yeah” he mumbles.
“You sure? Cause you're sweating an awful lot.” You point out.
“Huh? 'm not sweating.” He slurs.
You run your hand over his bicep, collecting an absurd amount of… sweat?
You remove your hand, making a grossed out noise as your hand sticks for just a second longer than it should.
Within the palm of your hand was a glob of almost goo, the texture was kinda mucus-ey.
“Well, if this isn't sweat, then what is it?” You ask, not entirely sure you want to know the answer.
Casey shrugs, “I don't know.”
You run your hand down his back just to find that his entire back is covered in the stuff
“Eww.”
“What?”
“What is this stuff man?” You grimace.
Casey begrudgingly pulled away. You hold your hand out to him, the smooth skin covered in a clear, shiny substance.
Casey cringed, “heh, I uh thought I uhh cleaned that up.”
You raise an eyebrow, “well what even is it?” You prod once again.
Casey shifts uncomfortably, an unusual look of embarrassment crosses his face. “Alien worm spit, dude.” He shudders.
“Right… And how did you clean it?”
“Eh…” a single drop of sweat trails down Casey's face, “with a paper towel…” his eyes shift to look at the neglected movie.
“Go take a shower.”
“What, but-”
“Now.”
Casey groans, but he knows not to argue with you. Especially after getting the weird goop all over your bed.
“Fineee.”
He gets up, groans, and proceeds to drag his feet out the door.
The moment the door slams behind him, you smile fondly, although it’s gross, you don't actually mind all that much that he got your bed all slimy.
Oh shit, the movie! You scramble to pause it, even though neither of you were actually paying attention to it, you know it's one of Casey's favorite's. He'd be sad to miss it.
Now all that's left to do is wait.