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Lately, Clavicular and Cookie King have had an unresolved tension surrounding them. Awkwardness would not escape them no matter where they went or who they talked to. Today, the pair were streaming alone in some random RV.
Cookie sighed.
“It's so hot in here…”
Clav handed Cookie the little battery powered fan that he swiped from some random foid.
Neither of the two really said anything after that, Clav staring at chat and Cookie pointing the fan everywhere and glancing at the RV’s interior. It looks like the RV Dale had in The Walking Dead. That show is SO goodughhuooooing-oing-oing-oing… But it also sucks. But anyway. Whew boy is it awk-ward! in here.
Cookie, not one to let things remain too uncomfortable, then tried to crack a joke. Particularly, one that would annoy Clav.
“So… Clav,” Cookie smirked before continuing. “What dat mouth do?”
Clav choked on his drink that he was drinking drink after drink and started wheezing.
“Hauurghhhhhauuughrhhhhhgh ghhhhhrhhhhhhqhhhh! Harrgh agghrh uushubggqg4rrr! Cough, cough.”
Cookie King laughed as he watched Clav choke before realizing he should probably pat his back or something.
“I-I’m good! Quit..” Clav said, his voice hoarse.
Cookie's mind started to wander, wondering, Would that be what he'd sound like after giving head? Haha, ayo… sus… Wait… Why did thinking about that do something to me doe? I feel kinda gay…
Blush formed on Cookie’s cheeks. Since when did he think of his friend in such a way? He always thought he was secure in his sexuality but… prolly not after all!
“Cookie! Are you listening? Don't even ask to hang out anymore if you're going to be like this. Fuck…”
“A.. Ah! Sorry Clav, I was just thinking a bit. About things.”
Clav sighed and proceeded to look at his phone to read the messages appearing on the screen.
“Okay, Chat, be nice. Demir has some great ideas in his noggin, alright? He thinks all the time.”
“Your chat is always so mean to me for no reason. Like, guys, the funniest guy ever is RIGHT here making hilarious jokes and you guys are all done up like this,” Cookie paused to meltmax while maintaining the most blank, unamused state he could conjure. “Get those sticks out of your asses!”
“Yeah, Cookie. You tell them.” Clav backed up his friend in his usual monotone voice before looking up at Cookie. He has really gone a long way. He used to be such a fat fucking chud yet here he is. Handsome. Charming. A chad. Like, yeah, he's cringe but… in a nice way. Kind of. W-W-Wait! Handsome, charming, a chad? Isn't this borderline gay? I mean, yeah, I've said that I'm a little bicurious but, like… I was just saying that! Am I… Gay. For Cookie??? Of all people? Not even for Matt Bomer or anything… But for Cookie King. Demir.
“Hello? Helllllooooo???? Earth to Clav!”
Cookie snapped his fingers close to Clavicular’s eyes.
“W-Whag Demir?”
“Come on silly, you can't go spacing out on me!” Cookie looked at Clav’s flushed cheeks before taking the phone out of his fellowlooksmaxxer’s hands and ending stream.
“Demir, why'd you do that? I wasn't ready to stop streaming yet.”
“Are you sure? You were spacing out. I mean, like, both of us totally were all day today. It would've just been better to stop streaming for a bit.”
“I guess. You're smart today.”
Cookie smiled slightly before looking down at his hands laying on his lap.
“That's kind of mean, I'm always smart…” Tears started gathering at Cookie's eyes and his face reddened. Clav hated when Cookie cried.
“That's not what I meant,” Something about the way Cookie cried made Clavicular extremely uncomfortable. To him, the sounds of Cookie crying sounded like nails on a chalkboard. But, weirdly enough, only Cookie had that effect on him. “Hey, let's… hug it out.” Clav put his arms around Cookie. Even though he was crying still, Cookie reciprocated and sobbed into Clav’s neck. Warm, humid air clung to Clavicular's neck and it definitely did irk the man. That area was sensitive for him. It was why he always wore polos, but… Because it was Cookie crying into that area, he tried not to mind.
“Listen, Cookie, you are really smart. W intelligence, okay? So stop crying already.” Cookie sniffled.
“Touch my hair a little, Clav, and I'll stop, I swear.”
Clav was a little confused by the correlation of how that could make him stop crying but he picked at the strands of hair clinging to Cookie’s nape anyway.
“There, do you feel better now?”
“That wasn't what I meant kinda but okay. I'm good. I guess.” They broke the hug but stayed close enough for their sides to touch.
Finally, it's over… Thought Clav. Cookie glanced at him before staring at the floor of the RV.
“Braden, you… you're so great.” Cookie said this wholeheartedly. His genuine admiration for Clav genuinely made him want to explode in a genuine way. Like, sure, he did just make me cry but I mean come on that was a misunderstanding probably. I'm so lucky to get to be so close to such a chad. He hangs with me no matter what I do! It doesn't even matter if I make sob stains on his shirt. He doesn't even mind it!!! I'm mentally swooning right now. Whew boy- What. A. Man!!!
“Thanks, Demir. What's this about?”
“Nothing, Brah. Just, uh, thinking.”
“Again?”
“Yeah! About, well, what you mean to me.”
“What exactly do I mean to you?”
“It's like… I like how we're kinda like family but also kind of like…” he trailed off before continuing, “Our bond is like love, it feels like I'm… In lo-” Cookie choked, passion shining through his voice. Clav continued for him.
“In love?”
“Yeah… Something like that.”
“Demir. I, well…”
“Was that too weird? Or uncomfortable or something-”
“Demir. It was fine. I, well… I-” he sighed. “I feel the same. Not as much admiration but close enough.”
“Really? Goodness, Braden! I'm… I'm so happy!”
“I'm glad.”
Cookie initiated the hug this time, pushing Clavicular's head to rest on his clavicule.
“This feels so domestic,” Clavicular said.
“Haha, what does that mean?”
“Nevermind.”
“I love spending time with you, Braden!”
Clav nuzzled his nose into Cookie’s shirt.
“I do too, Demir, but… Can you only call me Clav? It's my preferred name. Braden just… doesn't feel like me.”
“Oh sure, whatever you want. Clav. Sorry.”
“It's fine, I never told you.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Their conversation finally lulled down. A sweet air surrounded them, basking in each other's company. Cookie quietly hummed, overjoyed by how their conversation went. Slowly, Clavicular raised his head to look at Cookie.
“Demir. Remember how you kissed me on the cheek?” he asked quietly.
“Of course.”
“Could you… do that again?”
Their faces flushed as Cookie leaned in and gently kissed Clav’s right cheek.
Clavicular’s eyelashes fluttered. Demir kisses so sweetly. It's cute.
Cookie King smiled. How could the most handsome man ever also be the most beautiful man ever? I'm so amazed…
Both men leaned in and their lips met. They kissed slowly, full of love and care for the other. When they parted, Clav went to adjust Cookie’s hair.
“I love you, Demir.”
“I love you too, Clav.”
—2 MONTHS LATER—
Cookie and Clavicular stood there at a chapel, facing each other at the altar. Cookie sported a sleek, black suit with a teal tie. Clavicular was decked out in a gorgeous sparkling white princess style gown.
The officiant spoke.
“So, Demir Basceri, do you take Clavicular Peters as your lawfully wedded husband?”
A tear of joy waded down Cookie’s face.
“I do.”
“And Clavicular Peters, do you take Demir Basceri as your lawfully wedded husband?”
Clav smiled because he was happy.
“I do.”
“Okay and I now pronounce you husband and husband! You may now kiss the bride.”
Cookie leaned in, propped Clav up by the leg and went in for a big fat kiss. They parted and shared a long, loving glance at each other.
Love is possible, even in Tel Aviv.