Tree Bros, Boyf Riends and Kleisen One Shots

Kleinsen- What Are Titles?

Warning: Talks about body issues low key, but like it's super brief

"Fucking hell, I think I'm gonna die. No, scratch that. I am dying."

"Jared, it's only," Evan glanced at his phone, looking at the weather app. "It's only 98 degrees out."

"What the fuck do you mean 'only'?"

"Well, I kinda, I kinda personally like it hot. It's, it's nice. I wanted it to be in the hundreds!" Evan said, smiling wide as he played with the bottom of his shirt.

"You're messed up, Hansen. Messed up indeed. We can't even like, cuddle and shit in the heat!"

"Well, we can if we uh, well, if we go swimming!" Evan asked, hope in his voice. "We can cuddle underwater and play games and stuff. It'd uh, it'd be great!"

Jared rolled his eyes but couldn't fight the smile on his face. "Whatever you say, my acorn prince."

———

Even though Jared was dying, it was worth it to see his boyfriend looking so happy.

Evan set his pool bag on a table, and took off his shirt. He grabbed the sunscreen, and smiled gently at Jared. "It's okay if you don't want to take off your shirt. Is your binder tan or white? Can still spray sunscreen on you? You're, you're super pale and will probably die."

"Mayhaps. And yes about the binder thing."

"God I hate it when you say that. 'Mayhaps'." Evan said, already spraying Jared down. "Okay, okay. Okay. You uh, ready to get in this... motherfucking pool?" Evan asked, an awkward smile on his lips as he attempted to be cool.

"Baby... I love you so much." Jared said, holding Evans arms. "But leave all of the 'attempted coolness' to me, okay."

"Yeah, thats, that's understandable, have a nice day." Evan grabbed his pool bag, getting out the goggles and the throwing bags. "Okay, so, we can just toss these and swim and stuff. Is that, is that okay?"

"Evan I'm about to melt."

"I'll take that as a yes." Evan said, pecking Jared's lips. "Now come on, I bet the water will be cool!"

Jared hesitantly dipped his foot in before glaring at Evan. "The pool. It's hot. What the fuck."

"Yay heat!"

"More like yay heat stroke."

"Sounds delicious."

"Evan, fuck off."