Literally just vandermatthews one shots

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It's getting late as Hosea leans back on a chair at the camp table, taking in the quiet chatter coming from the campfire 'peace gets so boring' he thinks to himself as he drops the chair legs to the ground and stands up before he walks towards Dutch's tent to see if he's asleep

"Hey Dutch, are you asleep?" He asks as he pushes the tent doors open

"Yeah, I can't sleep" Dutch answers as he looks up at the smaller built silver haired man

"You should come play domino's with me" Hosea suggests as he kicks at the ground

"No way, you're too good at it" he states as he crosses his arms

"No I'm not" he denies with a grin as he moves closer to Dutch

"Yes you are, I can't even remember the last time someone beat you" Dutch argues as Hosea moves his hand under his chin

"How about the loser has to give the winner twenty kisses every day for the next week" Hosea bets as he runs his thumb down Dutch's bottom lip, making him shiver

"You drive a hard bargain Mister Matthews" he smiles as Hosea leans down so they're only inches apart

"I always do" he grins before he moves his hands into Dutch's hair and gently kisses him

"Fine, you've convinced me" Dutch sighs as he stands up, Hosea takes him by the hand and leads him out to the table.

The two sit down at the table as Hosea tries to decide if he's going to let Dutch win or not, losing to him would give him an excuse to kiss the younger man's stupid face but he already knows the amount of bragging Dutch would do if he did win, 'I could kiss him to shut him up' he thinks as he watches Dutch separate the tiles

"Ready to lose to me?" Dutch questions, getting all cocky as he places his first tiles

"You really believe that you can win?" Hosea huffs as he leans his head on his hand, just seeing how happy Dutch is made him want to lose to the dark haired idiot sitting across the table from him

"If affection from you is the bet, I'll always believe that I can win" he smiles before the two of them go silent and continue their game, in that moment Hosea decided that he was going to let Dutch win even if it gave him bragging rights, the game goes on for a few more minutes before Dutch throws his hands in the air trying to keep his excitement about winning at a minimum

"You won, good job sweetheart" he says, smiling at Dutch's excitement before he leans across the table to give him the first of his twenty kisses for the day already knowing that he would go over that number, fighting the urge to climb across the table into his lap but they're right in the middle of camp

"I'm not the only one seeing this right?" John asks the group as he tilts his head

"Nope" Arthur and Charles answer at the same time as Arthur smiles slightly

"Reminds me of when we were younger" he sighs with a huffed laugh as Dutch moves his fingers through Hosea's hair

"When we would all play poker and they would be all over each other the whole time" Arthur continues as he leans his head on Charles' shoulder

"I think what they have is kind of sweet" Mary-Beth comments a little too loud as she walks over to the campfire

"I'm going to go to bed, thanks for letting me win goodnight I love you" Dutch grins before Hosea pulls him back into another rough kiss by his shirt

"I love you too" Hosea smiles as he messes with Dutch's hair

"It is" John agrees as they watch the two go their separate ways.