"Keep it cool man. Keep it calm and quiet..." Iskall thought to himself as he sat motionless in the grass. Sweat slid down his face as he sat staring off towards his communicator. He could see the light shinning brightly on the screen along with an almost silent ping of an alert. However he couldn't reach it, being that he couldn't stand up. Iskall looked down slowly at his legs and bit his lip, could he really stand up with such a cute guy on his lap?

Now don't get him wrong, he really wanted to check that notification but the sight of Ren sleeping soundly on his lap was a bit more than Iskall could handle. Ren was facing away from him, glasses tilted and mouth slightly open. His breaths were quiet and slow and his hair shifted ever so slightly in the wind. Iskall brought his hand up to his face and turned his glance away from the sleeping man on his legs. He watched as the sun grew lower in the sky, probably signaling around four hours until nightfall. But there was no way he could stand up now.

Iskall sighed and pulled a shulker box from his inventory, placing it behind him so he could lean back and enjoy the scenery. He watched as the jungle leaves swayed in the light breeze, and how the vines connected each and every tree. The sounds of distant parrots chirped in the back of his mind as he watched a fish pop up out of a small nearby river. He even noticed a small family of panda bears off in the trees that he hadn't noticed before. It was almost unreal how many things he hadn't noticed before this moment. How many beautiful sights had he missed? How many silent moments could he share? He pondered this thought as he shifted his gaze to the canopy above, drifting off slowly into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Iskall was awakened at the sound of gentle rustling. His eyes fluttered  open as he slowly regained his senses. He could see up into the sky, now a deep orange, as he realized it must have been susnset. His head was leaned back on his shulker box, but rather than a hard surface, it was soft, and fluffy. He leaned forward and reached back to pick up the soft object and on closer inspection, found a neatly folded -and slightly tattered- red shirt.

A few moments blankness passed by before Iskall's eyes widened in surprise and slight embarrassment. This shirt could belong to no one but Rendog, and here it was, under his head like a pillow. Iskall crosses his legs and looked around nervously, he was alone and yet he had Ren's shirt? Iskall took a few more glances into the bushes and examined the shirt a bit closer. It was nice fabric, besides the rips and stringy fabric at its edges, and Iskall could tell it was a very loved shirt. That's when he noticed a certain scent.  It was familiar, and as he held the shirt closer to his face, he could tell the smell was coming from it.

It was a surprisingly heavy scent of nature. He could smell the remnance of spruce and oak in the fibers and the scent of sweat a metal from an ax. It was not a bad smell, but more of the musky and manly fragrance of hard labor. Iskall's mind drifted off to his imagination. He could see Ren sharpening his axe at the log farm, taking his time to make sure it was just right. He could hear the sounds of soft grunts and loud whacks as Ren's axe burrowed deep into the trunks of oak and jungle wood. Iskall could feel the sun on his skin and imagined how Ren felt when he chopped away for hours at a time. Did he enjoy it? He must have. What did he think about?

"Well ladies 'ought to get in line now shouldn't they?"

Iskall froze, eyes wide and heart skipping as he slowly turned his head towards the sound. There he was, in the flesh. Ren leaned quietly with his arms folded together against a nearby tree. His eyes were halflidded, staring over the edge of his blue sunglasses in a tempting gaze. Iskall gulped slightly as his eyes wandered to his chest which was just as he expected, shirtless.

Ren chuckled, pulling his glasses off of his face, biting gently on one end before he continued with a grin, "You know you can just ask for the real thing, right?"

Iskall's face matched in shade to the shirt he held, now flustered and embarrassed. He dropped the shirt and stood quickly bringing his hand up defensively as he rambled, "T-this isn't what it looks like! I was just... examining? Examining the fibers! You know this is a really well made fabric and I was just admiring how mega it would be for all shirts to be made like that you know..."

As Iskall continued his failing attempt at an explanation, Ren walked over, lifted the shirt off the ground and rolled it up. He smirked and grabbed both ends before bringing them over Iskall's head and around his shoulders, pulling him in close to Ren's face and shutting him up. Iskall was silent, now only inches away from the lumberjack.

"R-Ren?" He asked, lips quivering as he spoke. He could feel Ren's grip on the shirt around him tighten as he was drawn closer, lips crashing in the other set. Iskall's eyes widened before closing slowly and relaxing into the kiss, bringing his arms up to Ren's shoulders. The kiss was firm yet sweet, the taste of sweet berries and honey crossed their lips as they were lost in their emotions.

The kiss broke slowly, gently over time as the sky grew dark. The sounds of the sunset slowly filled the small clearing as the pair's eyes were lost each other's sets. Ren was the first to blink, a small and passionate smile curled up his lips as he spoke, "You can borrow my shirts any time you'd like dude. As long as I get to kiss you again. "

Iskall felt his eyes grow watery as he chortled and smiled, loosing his composure and pulling Ren in for a tight and warming hug. Ren chuckled as well as they stood in each other's embrace, taking in the sounds and the sights of this moment before Iskall smiled and said, "Sounds like a deal."

Authors note:
TyDyeNotAGuy this ones for you! Some Renskall fluff I hope you enjoy :3