Lush (Pick/Rome)

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Rome wasn't amused. He was sweating buckets, he was hot, and the neverending mosquito buzzing was getting on his nerves. That was not an anniversary celebration he imagined. When Pick told him about the romantic trip, he prepared he couldn't hide his excitement. He should have sensed something was wrong when Pick told him to pack his backpack instead of a suitcase. 

Now he finds himself climbing motherfucking mountain, with lush vegetation, in the middle of nowhere. His boyfriend was happily skipping on the unpaved road in front of him, not even bothering to look back at him. Rome was beyond angry. 

He was about to snap at Pick and let him know how dissatisfied he was when the said man turned around and looked at him with a lively smile.

"Baby, we are here." Pick grabbed his annoyed boyfriend's hand and dragged him to the small glade. Rome's anger melt away instantly when his eyes landed on the beautiful cottage in the middle of it. Pick can be dense and cold sometimes, but he had a romantic side too, and that's why he loves him. 

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