Title: At The Beack Status: Complete Characters: Anon, Reed Rating: SFW Classification: One-Shot Author: hyi Summary: Anon and Reed relax at the beach. [PRE-NOTES] "..." is Reed '...' is Anon [/PRE-NOTES] The blinding summer sun was absolutely fucking baking the skin off of my back. Nobody told me living in a coastal town meant your skin peels off for 80% of the year, fuck. At least the water rushing between my legs felt nice. Reed figured it would be a perfect day to go to the beach, and yeah, today is a pretty good day for that. I close my eyes and feel the breeze hitting my naked chest, breathing in that salty sea air, enjoying my da–SPLASH REED YOU MOTHERFUCKER The shock from the cold water hitting my skin made my inhale sharply, turning around to see that gay little pink raptor giggling like a mental patient, only his head visible above the water as he floated on his back. "Heheheh…you look good all wet like that, Anon." 'I wasn't ready to get all wet yet Reed! That shit is cold!' "Awww…were you waiting 'til we got back home for that, oooor?~" 'Keep it up and your side of the bed is gonna have ice cubes on it.' "Don't threaten me with a nice chill session, Anon! Heheheheh…" I pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. I loved this stupid pink motherfucker, but sometimes he really knew exactly what to say to piss me off. He totally does it on purpose so I can teach him a lesson, which I would normally have no problem with, but today he's gonna learn what dick withdrawal feels like I swear. I instantly devise a devious plan. I brace myself for impact. T-minus one femtosecond. I dive forwards, into the chilly water, trying not to inhale any on instinct as I dart my way to Reed. He tries pushing me away, but I am such an alpha male specimen he only half-succeeds. I latch onto him, wrapping my arms around his toned tummy as I start my scritches. Reed is extremely ticklish, especially around his stomach. He yelps as my fingers trace his muscles, gently tickling him under the water. "D-dude!! Whaahahat the fuck?!" Gotcha bitch. "Anon! Quit it! I'm gonna fuckin drown! Hahahahah!" 'Not under my watch you won't, my pretty pink princess!' "Fuhhuhck you!" Reed lands a successful elbow to my face. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to knock my head underwater for a second. For someone complaining that they were gonna drown, he sure doesn't have a fuckin problem drowning me instead. My arms lose their grip, and I try my hardest not to get water up my nose as I try to right myself. There he was, in all of his cute ass pink glory, still floating there in front of me with a concerned look about him. "Shit…are you alright Anon? I didn't mean to hit you that hard…" 'I almost drowned, Reed. You could have MURDERED me at the beach, in front of all of these people. Would you have been able to sleep at night, knowing you killed your boyfriend in public?' I shoot him a shit-eating grin. "Duh. I wouldn't have to deal with your freakishly tall ass smothering me while we're both asleep. Plus I'd have more room to lie down!" A splash of water hitting him in the face changed his tune real fuckin quick. "Alright! Alright! Chill! My hair's getting fucked up!" Reed stands straight up out of the water, shielding his hair from any more water as he runs giggling back to dry land. I follow suit, getting back to our blankets under the hot Volcaldera sun. Reed's already lying down, soaking in the sun as I get there. I take my spot next to him, glancing down at him trying to block the light out of his eyes with a dumb smile. 'You know…you never did tell me why I can't touch your tummy, Reed.' "Classified information, hombre. Already toldja once." 'But it's so cute! Your scales are super fuckin pretty, dude. Especially in the sunlight. They look so smooth, and– "Anon…I am NOT letting you hump any part of me in public, stop trying." There goes that idea… 'Got any ideas on what to do now?' I change positions and lay on my back on the blanket, the hot sand underneath making for quite a nice little heated pad under my back. I turn my head and drape my arm onto it to block out the sun as I look at Reed. We really should've invested in a beach umbrella. He's got his arm covering both of his eyes now. Looks like he passed out. Kinda on-brand for him, honestly. Might as well just lay here and enjoy the moment with him. His chiseled chest and tummy look absolutely gorgeous wet, scales shimmering in the sunlight as it bakes off the excess water on them. Damn is he fucking cute too. His tongue is slightly peeking out of his raptor snoot as his chest gently rises and falls. Fucking adorable. I close my eyes and try and remember whatever the fuck even happened to lead up to this point. A crazy last year of high school. Psychotic bitches trying to pull me in every which way. Less than ideal concert venues. And through it all, Reed was the one constant. He was there every step of the way, walking beside me as we tried to navigate the last year of hell. We shared our first kiss at prom that year. The night that marked the beginning of adulthood for us, and we were busy making out in one of the bathroom stalls. Quite a few different things happened during that night, but the kiss was something that stood out. It marked the beginning of our future together. Something nobody's mean words or stupid actions could take away from us. His friends were pissed that he would even think of going near that "spear-chucking pervert of a skinnie." He didn't give a fuck. That was something I loved about him. His "live and let live" attitude. The fact he was almost never sober. How he could switch from being this aloof dumbass cutie to one of the most brilliant minds I know with ease. Man. I bagged me a good one, huh? 'I love you, Reed…' As I drift off to sleep, I couldn't help but notice my feet getting cold. Then my ankles. Then my thighs. I crack my one eye open to see the tide coming in fast. How fucking long was I laying here? We're both getting soaked again, and our blankets too… I say 'we'... "Anon! Get your ass out of bed! You're gonna drown, you idiot!" he calls to me from further up the bank. There's my Reed. [POST-NOTES] thank you for reeding