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Title: Splish Splash
Characters: Quentin Graham, Tyler Jordan Graham
Rating: PG
Word count: 1270
Notes: Shameless, pointless fluff. That's it. Just fluff.


Timeline: January 2016


"Why does it smell like cotton candy in here?" Quentin asked. Tyler Jordan twitched the shower curtain back from the tub and Quentin arched an eyebrow. "Why are you taking a bath in cotton candy pink water?"

"Cause it's relaxing as fuck," Tyler Jordan said, ducking his legs under the water and then propping his feet back up on the corner of the tub. "Wendy gave me this bomb thing. I love it."

"Okay," Quentin said dubiously. "Whatever floats your boat, angel."

"She gave me two of them," Tyler Jordan said. "I saved you the spicy one."

"Oh... Really? Where is it?" Tyler Jordan pointed at the cabinet and Quentin went looking.

"Paper bag... Yeah, that." He laughed at the look on Quentin's face when he smelled it. "Right? It's like pure ginger."

"And you just drop it in the water?"

"Yeah. It gets all fizzy and dyes the water and smells amazing. I've been in here for like 45 minutes."

"Isn't the water cold?" Quentin asked, dipping his fingers in.

"A little... I was just gonna add more. I'm not done yet." Tyler Jordan beamed up at Quentin when his husband turned on the hot water and swirled his hand in the tub to mix it in. "Thanks, storm cloud. You're the best."

"I just like hearing you say that," Quentin said, smiling, and he trailed his hand up Tyler Jordan's leg and squeezed his knee. "Yell before you get out so I don't make dinner too early."

"Ooh, you're even cooking."

"Nothing fancy. Just grilled cheese and soup."

"Hey, you're not gonna hear me complain," Tyler Jordan said. "I'm not picky."

"I know you aren't," Quentin said fondly. "You're so easygoing."

"Someone has to be," Tyler Jordan laughed. "Can you imagine if we were both high strung?"

"We wouldn't have lasted three months." Quentin shook his head. "I would have started a fight and we would have been over before we really started. I don't even know how many times you've forgiven me since we met. It's a lot."

"I'll always forgive you one more time," Tyler Jordan said, curling a hand behind Quentin's knee and smiling up at him. "One more time than the last time I did it."

"I'm gonna try not to need that one more time so often."

"Hey, we're still in the honeymoon stage, you haven't needed it in a while."

"I know. I wonder how long it'll last." Quentin turned off the hot water when the bath was steaming again and splashed his husband playfully. "Okay. You enjoy your pink bath." Tyler Jordan caught his hand and tugged him down for a kiss, and Quentin had to go to his knees by the tub to reach him. “Not gonna let me go?”

“Depends on if I can get you to agree to wash my hair or not,” Tyler Jordan said, and Quentin smiled and ran fingers through his hair.

“Sure, if you want me to. You’re getting a little shaggy, you know…” He gave a gentle tug and Tyler Jordan’s head tipped back easily.

“I know, I’m gonna get it trimmed this week. Wanted to give you a chance to pull it a little more first.”

“You’re too good to me,” Quentin purred, giving him another kiss. “Really you are.”

“I’m just as good as I should be,” Tyler Jordan said. “I promised I’d try to give you anything you ever wanted, I meant every word of it.”

“All I want is you.” Quentin let go of him only long enough to shrug out of his hoodie and toss it up onto the sink, and then Tyler Jordan was reeling him back in with a wet hand in his t-shirt, looking up at him with a lovingly mischievous look. “Don’t even try and pull me in there with you,” Quentin said, and Tyler Jordan grinned.

“You know me too well,” he said.

“There’s no room in that bath for both of us. We can make a shower work, but the tub is only so big.”

“So we spill a little water…”

“Do you want me to wash your hair or not?”

“Yes please,” Tyler Jordan said, letting go of Quentin’s shirt. “I’ll behave.”

“Like I believe that.” Quentin grabbed the cup from the sink and dipped it in the pink water, giving Tyler Jordan’s hair another pull to tilt his head. “Close your eyes…” He put his hand across Tyler Jordan’s forehead and got his hair wet, then kissed his forehead when he moved his hand. “You know how much I love it when you trust me?”

“I always trust you,” Tyler Jordan said. “Endlessly. Except in the kitchen.”

“Oh, ouch.”

“You’re learning… you’re just learning slowly.”

“You’re breaking my heart here.” Quentin started to rub shampoo into Tyler Jordan’s hair, nails scratching his scalp gently as it lathered up. “I’m trying so hard. You’re killing my aspirations of making it on MasterChef.”

“You lie like a lying liar who lies,” Tyler Jordan laughed. “You’re putting less effort into my cooking lessons than you put into matching socks.”

“I don’t make any effort to match socks,” Quentin said.

“Yeah, I’m aware.”

“I told you it’s easier if we just get all the same type of socks.”

“That’s because you’re lazy. I like my cool socks.”

“If you want to wear cool socks, you can match your own damn socks.”

“You’re a shitty housewife.”

“Bitch, wash your own hair,” Quentin said, laughing, and Tyler Jordan caught him by the wrist, grinning up at him.

“You’re a shitty housewife but you’re a great husband,” he amended. “I think I’ll keep you.”

“Yeah, I hope you’re still planning on keeping me after going through the trouble of marrying me. You’re stuck with me now. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good, I have you exactly where I want you.”

“Really? I think you’re the one at my mercy at the moment.” Quentin gave his sudsy hair another soft tug and ran the water until it was perfectly warm to rinse the bubbles out with a few cups full.

“Yes. This is right where I meant to be.” Tyler Jordan waited for Quentin to stop pouring water on him, then looked up with a bright smile. “Thanks, lemon drop.”

“Of course.” Quentin kissed him again, running both hands through his hair to make sure it was clean and not soapy. “There you go. Need me for anything else?”

“I always need you. But you don’t have to stay in the bathroom if you have something else to do.”

“Nothing more fun than touching you,” Quentin said, lips quirking up. “But that’s been my favorite thing to do for a while now. Nothing new.”

“Are you sure you won’t get in the tub with me?”

“Not happening.”

“Not even if I promise to clean up the water we’ll spill?”

“Nope.”

“Not even if I say please?”

“Find us a bigger tub and I’ll say yes.”

“Okay,” Tyler Jordan said, grinning. “Challenge accepted. You, me, a big tub, and a ridiculous quantity of bubbles. I can make that happen.”

“I know you can. You’re great at making things happen when you want them bad enough.” Quentin stole one more kiss before he got to his feet. “I’m gonna go start dinner. You finish turning yourself into a raisin.”

“I’ll be out soon.” Tyler Jordan left a wet handprint on the back of Quentin’s leg before he could walk away, and Quentin made a face at him, leaving Tyler Jordan laughing behind him. He settled back into the tub with a happy sigh, feeling totally relaxed and content.

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