Aaron T. x Aaron Z. - One-shots

Study date

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3rd person POV:

Aaron Z. finds himself looking at him when he shouldn't be.

Fake relationship or not, he can't shake the feeling that he shouldn't be watching the way Aaron T. taps his pencil against his lips, pokes his tongue against the curve of his cheek. Can't stop thinking about how much he wants to drag his mouth over the dip of his shoulder, draw patterns into the curve of his back, feel his head against his shoulder. All that, and more. Z wishes and wants and waits.

In his defense, though, he hadn't planned on falling for T. So the fake relationship began, and on accident he made it bleed into something more real. It became everything of a real relationship, minus the kissing. And most would be upset about that, but Z's mostly content with things being like this, easy and calm and low-key.

Mostly. He can't help himself, sometimes.

See, most guys aren't into the whole "study date" idea. Maybe that's because most guys aren't utterly whipped on someone as seemingly unattainable as Aaron T, or maybe that's just because most teenage boys are hornier and have less self-control than Z does. In any case, the conclusion he draws from this line of thinking is that it is utterly unnatural for him, the fake boyfriend, to be lying on his back in T's room while he does homework at his desk.

(Were he a real boyfriend, sure, this would be fine. But that's just a product of his wishful thinking.)

"T," Z whines.

"What?" he says, unamused.

"This is boring." Z twists over onto his stomach. "Let's go do something."

"No," T says. "I have studying to do and colleges to look into."

"You don't have to think about all that until the summer," Z complains.

"I like to be on top of things."

Z spares a glance around his messy, messy room and laughs loudly. The tips of T's ears go pink.

"Shut up!"

Oh, Aaron Z. is utterly, irrevocably, head-over-heels in love with him. God, he makes him smile so hard his face threatens to split.

Being absolutely in love is quite the disease. Now he gets why all those songs compare it to like, sickness and drugs and shit. They're kind of inaccurate though, because loving Aaron T. isn't like a drug-high described in pretty words of co-dependence, and it's not like the head-aching breathlessness of disease, especially not the kind that leaves miserable emotions bunched up in his hair.

Loving Aaron T. is like loving the moon, like staring up at the night sky and smiling at its presence, the twinkling stars that accompany it in the night sky. Loving Aaron T. is like sleeping in the grass on a warm day, like cute stationery, pen and paper, and the cute nose-twitch of a bunny.

"Let's watch Bambi," Z blurts out. T even stops glaring daggers into his homework to look at him.

"That's unexpected for you," He says.

"Why? Is it so hard to believe that I like soft and good animated stuff too?"

"Well, kinda? You're the one that showed me Fight Club."

"That's different." He hops to his feet and leans against T's desk. "C'mon. Watch a movie with me."

"You're a terrible fake boyfriend," T groans, but he pushes away from his desk anyway.

"I fake love you too," Z quips, and how he wishes he could take the word fake out of all of it and maybe make out with him a little bit too.

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sorry that it was quite short,

I made Z down bad bc I can obviously-

have a good day/night! <3