can – Page 4 – The Last Good Bar

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LBC TinCan Ficlet

“Can…” No reaction.

“Can…” The person, hiding under a blanket, moved further away.

“Cantaloupe.”

“I told you not to call me that!” Can’s face was red from anger and hiding under the blanket. His hair was fluffed up and Tin’s smirk changed to a soft smile, because disheveled Can was his favorite Can.

Can threw a pillow at him and Tin tried to hide how pleased he was.

“I am so sorry,” he said and moved closer to Can. His bed wasn’t really that big, nevertheless Can had managed to put as much space as possible between them.

“You can’t be that embarrassed.”

Can huffed and boxed him, but didn’t struggle against the arms embracing him. Tin nuzzled one side of his face.

“I am really sorry,” he murmured but Can huffed again.

“Cantaloupe,” he mouthed at the sensitive skin behind Can’s ear and hid another pleased smile when he noticed Can suppressing an aroused sigh.

“Why are you two always doing that?”, Can complained but leaned heavier on Tin.
“I think they are cute.”
“Baby photos aren’t cute. You shouldn’t enable my mum like that.”

Tin nodded, because he already had made photos of his favourite childhood pictures of Can. And he knew that Can would never really put a stop to their interactions because he knew how much Tin graved a mother figure in his life.

“Cantaloupe,” he whispered again and pouted as Can shook his head vehemently.

“No! My sister can probably hear us. She will try to make photos of us. Again.”
“I could show her the one’s from last weekend – ouch!”