"P'Pick," Rome whined.
"Be quiet, shorty." Pick leaned closer, pressing his body against Rome's.
"But it's poking me," Rome whispered, trying to wriggle out of the taller's hold.
"Stay still, or it will be worse." Pick growled. His palms slid down Rome's back, resting on his hips.
"P'Pick, please."
"Can't you wait a little bit more?" Pick rolled his eyes, looking over his shoulder.
"It hurts," Rome whined again, pressing his chest closest to Pick's.
"Stop whining. I will make it up to you later." Pick snorted.
"Promise?" Rome blinked at the older man. Pick glanced at him, nodding. Rome packed his cheek before he rested his head against Pick's shoulder.
"Why are we hiding from P'Porsche in the library, anyway?" Rome dared to ask. He shuffled a little so the books wouldn't poke his back that much.
"Because he's an annoying prick. And he doesn't know where the library is." Pick retorted as he looked through the bookshelf to be sure his friend didn't follow them here.
"Okay." Rome huffed, sliding his arms around Pick's waist.
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OffGun September Collection of Drabbles 2023
Fanfiction✅COMPLETED A collection of drabbles and short stories with OffGun and their various ships. Based on a prompt list from allourheroes and TitanPandora.
