Thomas Sanders One-Shots

You Swallow- Implied Logicality

TW: you suck/you swallow, implied sexual activities

It was a quiet day in the mindspace. All the sides were in the living room.
Logan sat on the couch, deeply immersed in one of his many thick novels.
Roman was going over the script for the next video, muttering to himself quietly.
Virgil was lying across the couch with his eyes closed, MCR faintly coming through his headphones.
Patton was sitting cross legged in the middle of the living room floor, bored out of his mind.
He glanced at the clock, raising his eyebrows slightly when he saw that he had been sitting on the floor for over an hour.
Patton sighed, looking at each of the other sides.
Logan usually had an expressionless face, but Patton knew he was enjoying the book. It was one of his favourites.
Roman had the twinkle in his eyes that he got when he was feeling particularly creative.
And Virgil looked so peaceful, just spread out and in the zone.
But even though Patton only wanted his family to enjoy themselves, he was about to die of boredom, and craved some sort of attention from the others.
He decided to try with Logan first.
"Hey Logie?" Patton said sweetly.
"Yes, Patton?" Logan replied, still focused on his book.
Patton smiled, "D'you wanna bake some cookies with me?"
"I am just about to reach the climax of this book, so no, I would not like to bake cookies."
Patton's smiled faltered a bit, but he shrugged and turned to Roman.
"What about you, Ro?" he grinned, "Wanna bake cookies? We can make oatmeal raisin ones without too many raisins, just the way you like it!"
Roman shook his head slightly and bit the end of his pencil, eyes focused on the page of writing before him.
"I'm afraid I can't bake cookies with you right now, Pat. I'm on a creative strike here and need to make the most of it."
His voice was quiet as he scribbled something on his paper.
Patton frowned, a little disappointed that even Roman didn't want to bake cookies with him.
Nevertheless, he smiled again and twisted his body towards Virgil, opening his mouth to ask him the same as he did the other two.
"No Patton, I'm too lazy to bake cookies with you." Virgil said before Patton could speak.
"How could you hear me over your music? It's so loud!"
Virgil shrugged, "I've learned to hear over the music, I've had time to adjust."
This time Patton didn't try to hide his frown.
"Aww, you guys suck!" Patton huffed, folding his arms and pouting like a child.
"You swallow." Virgil said, smirking slightly.
Patton looked at Virgil confusingly.
"Whadya mean, 'I swallow'?" he asked innocently.
Roman had stopped working on his script, and his jaw had dropped slightly. Logan, too, had stopped reading his book, and stared at Virgil and Patton in shock and horror.
"I- uh- nothing, Patton." Roman stuttered, trying very had to hold back a smile, "Virgil doesn't mean anything."
Patton smiled, "It it means nothing, then how come Logan looks like he's about to faint?"
Indeed, Logan was looking rather pale and seemingly not breathing.
"It's nothing Pat, just forget it." Roman repeated, "You don't need to worry about it."
"So it does mean something!"
"I- no! That's not what I meant!"
"What does it mean, Roman?"
"Nothing important!"
"Tell me!"
"No!"
Virgil rolled his eyes and smirked, sitting up on the couch slightly and beckoning Patton over.
"Pat, c'mere, I'll tell you."
Logan was shaking his head frantically, Roman burying his face in his arms, and Patton shuffled over to where Virgil sat, leaning in close.
Virgil leant in and whispered into Patton's ear. Logan and Roman saw Patton's cheeks grow progressively red, and he refrained a giggle as Virgil finally pulled away, looking devilish.
Patton stood up and glanced at Logan, his wide eyes glinting maliciously.
"Well, Logie, if you don't want to bake cookies with me then I guess I can swallow, if you'd prefer a different activity."
Logan spluttered and turned red as Patton smirked, strutting out of the living room.
Roman raised his eyebrows at Logan.
"I- I don't- oh, shut up!" Logan said as Roman burst out laughing and Virgil fell off the couch, clutching his sides, his face screwed up in laughter.
"Virgil, I swear to god, I will murder you." Logan threatened in a low voice.
Virgil cackled, "Will you do that before or after Patton swallows?"
The colour of Logans face could compete with Romans sash, he huffed angrily and slammed his book shut, standing up and stalking out of the living room.
Roman collapsed out of his chair, gasping for breath.
"I'd turn those headphones up if I were you, Virgil!" He said, "Patton's probably about to learn how to swallow-"
Virgil waved his hand, unable to speak for laughter.
Roman meant it as a joke, but little did he know that later when the lights were dim, he would be more accurate than he thought.