The Sands Of Thyme (A Tythan Flower Shop AU)

Chapter Twenty-One- Steam and Saponarias

Gets a wee bit steamy so avert your eyes, kiddos
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-The Weekend After The Events Of Chapter Twenty-

"BUH, BWAH, BUH, BWAH!"

"BUH, BWAH, BUH, BWAH!"

"Do do do do do do do do do da do!  Do! Do! Do!"

"BUH (Do do do do) BUH, BWAH, BUH, BWAH (Do do do do do do do, do, do, do)"

Ethan burst out into frustrated giggles, letting the strong beats of Papers, Please fade out into the back if his mind.

"Tylerrrr, you were suppose to do more 'Bwah's and 'Buh's in there!  I did my 'do's perfectly!"  The blue-haired boy squawked, his index finger waggling back and forth at his taller companion.

"Nah man, I did it perfectly.  It's you who messed up with it,"  Tyler simply looked amused, but then his face twisted into confusion, "Come to think of it, why do you have the opening theme of Papers, Please on your phone?"

Ethan shrugged, swinging his legs on the countertop he was sitting on like a child.  "Dunno.  I like it, it's a bop.  Also, someone got lazy."

Tyler brushed off that comment, and went back to stirring the noodles he was cooking.  Next to him, his shorter partner kept a tomato sauce from boiling over in a pan, adding spices and salt as he deemed necessary.

"Pastas done.  How's the sauce?"  He murmured, intertwining his fingers with the others.

"10/10 would sauce again."  Ethan commented, saying it with a straight face.  This caused Tyler to giggle lightly, almost making him drop the noodles.

"Oh no.  My spaghet."  He gasped, in possibly the most dead-sounding voice ever concocted.

"Did...... Did you honestly just say that?"  Ethan gaped at him, mouth wide and round like a wheel, "Dude.... that meme went extinct two months ago... no, not two months ago, three months ago.  How could you use such a stale meme in this Christian household?"

Both males went into giggling fits, man, it certainly is a sight to see a six-foot-something, muscular as hell guy giggling over his very petite boyfriends joke.

They went on giggling, softer now that they had fully prepared the food, and set it out on the table.  It was then completely silent as they both ate, the only noises being slurps, chewing sounds and mumbled thank yous.

After dinner was cleaned up, and the leftovers were put away, they made their way over to his couch, and collapsed in a pile of limbs and clothing.

He ended up with his back to the couch, and Ethan snuggled into his chest.  His fingers were running through that blueish purple hair he loved, a content smile on his face.

The blue boy lifted his head up, a mischievous grin on his face as he leaned closer to the taller male.  Tyler got his drift, and closed the gap between their lips.

From there it was a little battle between their faces, each pushing all their love and emotion into the kiss.

But, it was a little more than pure emotion that encouraged Tyler to flip them around, so his boyfriend was the one against the couch.

"Ty!"  Ethan giggled, his face bright red.  Tyler leaned down so his face was in line with the others ear, and after kissing right under his ear, he whispered;

"Eth, je t'aime tellement que mon coeur fait mal. Chaque fois que je te vois j'ai l'impression d'être déchiré en deux. J'ai envi de te prendre dans mes bras et ne jamais te laisser partir."

Ethan lit up a brighter red, only managing to mumble out, "What the heck does that mean?"

The taller male smiled, ducking in to give him a quick kiss.  "It means I hate your face, ma petite mouffette."  This elicited more giggles and laughter from the blue boy, so he considered his work done.

That is, until Ethan brought his knees up, and one of his knees brushed against Tyler's crotch.

Both males froze, and Tyler cleared his throat.  He didn't say anything, just looked down at his boyfriend, as if asking permission.

Without saying anything, the blue boy lifted his torso up, and forcefully kissed him.  Tyler was a little surprised, but he went along with it.

It didn't take long for things to get more heated, for their tongues to battle for dominance.  He rubbed his knee lightly against Ethans crotch, eliciting a few breathy noises from said boy.

Ethans hands found themself at the hem of Tyler's shirt, and with a small prompting tug, he sat up and took his shirt off.  He then proceeded to help Ethan get his own shirt off, and after a little kerfuffle, they went back to making out.

The kisses were just getting more and more heated, what with Tyler kissing Ethans neck softly, and Ethan roaming his hands across Tyler's chest.

In a sudden burst of confidence, he blurted out; "I've been practicing my B to Blow skills.  Do you wanna see?"

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Dead silence.

Tyler realized in that moment that he had, in fact, fucked up.

It was further drilled into his mind that he fucked up when Ethan announced "Nope, nope, we aren't doing this anymore." And walked off to the bathroom.

Tyler slammed his head against the couch arm, finding small satisfaction at the burst of pain.  God he was an idiot.

His head was fuzzy with joy when he said it, of course he wasn't thinking straight.  That line sounded like something a teenager would say to their friends for a joke.

He started worrying, worrying that Ethan hated him, and kept on worrying until the blue boy plopped down on the couch next to him.

" You really are a big dummy, Ty."  Ethan mused, laying his head on Tyler's lap.  He started playing with the short males hair, a sense of relief washing over him.

"You're not mad?"  He asked tentatively, which was met by an amused snort.

"You might be an idiot, but you're my idiot.  Don't forget that."  Ethan giggled.  He pulled out his phone, and starting scrolling through some undetermined social media.

Tyler relaxed back, a small smile finding it's way to his lips. 

Everything was so peaceful.  He could hear his neighbors raking their lawn, and he could even hear the murmur of cars go by.

Isn't there that saying, good things always come to an end?

This, this perfect moment was a good thing.  A thing of bliss for people to look back on during hard times.  A thing they would come to cherish on their death bed.

But all good things must come to an end.

And let me assure you, it comes to an end.