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bedesSummary: Luke goes sunbathing, and wakes up with a huge, red sunburn on his back, where he had let Crow put the sunscreen on him. It certainly doesn’t help his case that Crow is being a smug piece of garbage about the whole thing.
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“CROW, I’m going to KILL YOU!”
“Welcome home, babe.”
Crow looked up from his book, to look at the door from his place on the hotel bed, and, just has he expected, Luke was in the doorway, with his swimming trunks on, and what looked to be a killer sunburn, on his shoulders and seeming like it went down the majority of his back. His face was bright red, too, but probably from something other than sunburn.
Crow tried to smile innocently, though it still radiated smugness. “Wow, looks like you got sunburnt. Don’t you know you should have someone else put sunblock on your back for you?”
Luke slammed the door behind him in response, loud enough to make Crow jump a little bit. “YOU were the one I asked to put sunblock on my back!” Luke exclaimed (not quite yelling, because they were in a hotel, after all).
Crow tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. “Was I? Man, I must not have done a good job, huh?” He put the book down on the bed, page-down to save his spot, and then sat up properly. “That must be so very upsetting for you.”
Luke picked up a pillow that was set on a chair next to the door, and threw it at Crow’s face. Crow could have caught it, but chose to just let it hit him, then set it by his book, laughing. “Feisty!” he teased.
“Shush it, you!” Luke ordered, before crossing his arms. “What was the point of this little prank?! Is this because I called you a bird furry earlier? Because that was a joke!”
Crow shook his head. “It’s not because of the bird furry thing, though, come to think of it, it probably should have been. And bold of you to assume it was a prank.”
“What else would this be other than one of your dumb little pranks?”
“Well, judging by your reaction, you haven’t seen your back yet, have you, Bluebird?”
“Don’t ‘Bluebird’ me,” Luke grumbled, before raising his voice again. “And I don’t need to see it to know it’s totally burnt! I feel asleep on the beach, jerk!”
Crow tried not to laugh, and it came out as a snort. He finally stood up to meet Luke, and grabbed his wrist. “Just stop your yammering, and look at it!” Before Luke could object, Crow began to pull him into the small hotel bathroom, and flicked the light on with his free hand. Luckily, it only seemed to be Luke’s shoulders and back that were burnt so heavily, so he could touch his wrist without getting sassed about it. But still, Luke pulled his hand away from Crow, still grumpy.
“What’s the point of seeing my back when I already know it’s burnt?”
“Just look!” Crow urged him, and spun him around so his back was facing the mirror. When Crow saw that the messily-drawn heart he had done in sunscreen was very much visible, he grinned. “Hey, it worked!”
Luke turned his head to look in the mirror from hearing Crow’s reaction, and he went quiet for a moment, his irritated expression shifting to surprised. His blush got a bit more prominent, though it didn’t seem to be out of anger, anymore. Crow gave Luke a smug, expectant look.
Luke huffed, and turned to face Crow; crossing his arms again, but his voice only carrying mild annoyance. “Okay, that’s really cute, and I forgive you, but you’re going to have to put up with me whining about my sunburn the whole drive home!”
“That’s fair,” Crow conceded, and then planted a quick kiss on Luke’s forehead. That was immediately followed by a quick smack on the red part of his shoulder, earning a yelp. “And THAT was for calling me a bird furry.”
How much do you want to bet that Crow’s original plan was to draw the ‘okay’ hand on Luke’s back?
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“CROW, I’m going to KILL YOU!”
“Welcome home, babe.”
Crow looked up from his book, to look at the door from his place on the hotel bed, and, just has he expected, Luke was in the doorway, with his swimming trunks on, and what looked to be a killer sunburn, on his shoulders and seeming like it went down the majority of his back. His face was bright red, too, but probably from something other than sunburn.
Crow tried to smile innocently, though it still radiated smugness. “Wow, looks like you got sunburnt. Don’t you know you should have someone else put sunblock on your back for you?”
Luke slammed the door behind him in response, loud enough to make Crow jump a little bit. “YOU were the one I asked to put sunblock on my back!” Luke exclaimed (not quite yelling, because they were in a hotel, after all).
Crow tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. “Was I? Man, I must not have done a good job, huh?” He put the book down on the bed, page-down to save his spot, and then sat up properly. “That must be so very upsetting for you.”
Luke picked up a pillow that was set on a chair next to the door, and threw it at Crow’s face. Crow could have caught it, but chose to just let it hit him, then set it by his book, laughing. “Feisty!” he teased.
“Shush it, you!” Luke ordered, before crossing his arms. “What was the point of this little prank?! Is this because I called you a bird furry earlier? Because that was a joke!”
Crow shook his head. “It’s not because of the bird furry thing, though, come to think of it, it probably should have been. And bold of you to assume it was a prank.”
“What else would this be other than one of your dumb little pranks?”
“Well, judging by your reaction, you haven’t seen your back yet, have you, Bluebird?”
“Don’t ‘Bluebird’ me,” Luke grumbled, before raising his voice again. “And I don’t need to see it to know it’s totally burnt! I feel asleep on the beach, jerk!”
Crow tried not to laugh, and it came out as a snort. He finally stood up to meet Luke, and grabbed his wrist. “Just stop your yammering, and look at it!” Before Luke could object, Crow began to pull him into the small hotel bathroom, and flicked the light on with his free hand. Luckily, it only seemed to be Luke’s shoulders and back that were burnt so heavily, so he could touch his wrist without getting sassed about it. But still, Luke pulled his hand away from Crow, still grumpy.
“What’s the point of seeing my back when I already know it’s burnt?”
“Just look!” Crow urged him, and spun him around so his back was facing the mirror. When Crow saw that the messily-drawn heart he had done in sunscreen was very much visible, he grinned. “Hey, it worked!”
Luke turned his head to look in the mirror from hearing Crow’s reaction, and he went quiet for a moment, his irritated expression shifting to surprised. His blush got a bit more prominent, though it didn’t seem to be out of anger, anymore. Crow gave Luke a smug, expectant look.
Luke huffed, and turned to face Crow; crossing his arms again, but his voice only carrying mild annoyance. “Okay, that’s really cute, and I forgive you, but you’re going to have to put up with me whining about my sunburn the whole drive home!”
“That’s fair,” Crow conceded, and then planted a quick kiss on Luke’s forehead. That was immediately followed by a quick smack on the red part of his shoulder, earning a yelp. “And THAT was for calling me a bird furry.”
How much do you want to bet that Crow’s original plan was to draw the ‘okay’ hand on Luke’s back?
