"Thomas, I love you, but you've been on your phone all day. Lets go for a walk." James whined, glaring at his boyfriend who sat on their shared bed, squinting at his phone.
"I'm roasting Hamilton on Twitter."
James choked back a giggle.
"Oh yeah?"
"I'm losing the roast war, give me like, five minutes." Thomas mumbled, making James sigh, walk over, pluck the phone out of Thomas's grasp, and pocket it, all in one fluid motion so it took Thomas a moment to process it.
"Jaaames!" Thomas whined.
"We go on a walk, and you get the phone back, okay?" James bartered, making Thomas huff childishly.
"Hate you."
"Love you too." James smiled.

The couple had a walk route they always seemed to take; a gravel path through thick trees, usually damp that filled the air with a fresh, outdoorsy scent, that cleared out their lungs and instantly pepped them both up.
Usually, the trail was fairly empty, most people taking different routes, or not going though the trees all together. Today, however, the trail was fairly busy. Not overly crowded, but there were more bicyclists the two had to move for, and more chatter as couples sat on benches, feeding geese, and having picnics.
James and Thomas barely noticed this though, as they went on with their usual routine, walking hand in hand and enjoying the scenery. Sometimes, Thomas would lean over and nibble on James ear, making him squeal and giggle, or James would (seemingly) mindlessly comment on how good Thomas looked at the moment, making his flush slightly and mumble something along the lines of a quiet 'shut up'.
The two flirted about half way through the walk, until they heard a shout from a man who was walking the opposite way from them.
"Fags!" He spat at them, pointing the middle finger at them and beginning to walk away.
When he was suddenly pulled back, by Thomas's hand on his collar.
"Sorry, what was that?"
The man straightened himself up to glare into Thomas's eyes. "Fag." He said again, disgust laced in his tone. James looked him up and down. He was about their age, possibly attending the same collage as them. He looked like the usual run-of-the-mill douche, tacky sandals and camo shorts, with a off brand Nike tank top and sunglasses, and a backwards hat, hiding his slicked back hair.
James gagged.
"Hmm... hello Chase. Chase Ashton, was it?" Thomas asked calmly, smirking a bit as the boy- Chase- looked confused for a moment.
"How do you know my name?" He snapped.
"Oh, I know everyone at school." Thomas smiled.
Ah, James thought, so he was from school.
"Now, Chase, I highly suggest you leave us alone. Unless you'd like me to tell everyone about a certain one night stand you had with Jessica Palmer?" Thomas asked innocently, looming over Chase intimidatingly.
Chase sputtered.
"How the hell- I never, I've never had sex with Jessica!" He cried. Thomas smiled.
"Oh, we both know you have. And even if you didn't, I'm a hell of a good liar." Thomas smirked at the confused stuttering, before Chase let out a loud huff and walked off, his face quite red.
James looked at Thomas, mouth hanging open.
"How-"
"No questions asked, darling. Lets go home, shall we?" Thomas asked, once again taking James's hand in his.
"You have to teach me how to do that." James said on their walk back, earning a unamused sigh from Thomas.
"That takes all the fun out of it. Plus, no one can be intimidated by you. You're so sweet and tiny." Thomas giggled. James pouted.
"You're the worst and you're teaching me how to do that." James stated, making Thomas sigh again.
"Whatever you say, dear."

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