Author's Note:

Hey, so some of you may have read the beginning of my original Catrick fic, but I figured I'd write a drabble series that I'd be able to update more regularly. Expect everything from fluff and AUs to smut, angst and sadness, and who knows what else! Note that, in case you weren't already aware, none of the chapters are connected in any way (unless, of course, I say so). This chapter is just a bit of fluff to get us started, so I'm afraid that there isn't much plot behind it. The rating on this may change depending on what comes into it, but any suggestion / review / constructive criticism is welcomed, but for now, I hope you enjoy it!

"Oh, come on,"

Carl held his arms out at his sides as he looked down at himself, now covered in water from the plastic container that had been knocked from the shelf just a few seconds beforehand. His initially light-coloured shirt had become dark and heavy with the weight of the liquid, and his damp hair was now sticking to his face as he lifted his head to look over at Patrick, who was barely containing his laughter. Trust his boyfriend to think he was strong enough to lift the full water container from the highest shelf in the storage room. And then, of course, to end up knocking it so that the shorter of the two became immediately drenched. Raising his eyebrows, Carl allowed himself to show his own trace of a grin.

"You think it's funny, Glasses?" He spoke, using his own nickname for his partner as he stepped over to the taller boy.
"Well," Patrick's head tilted a little as he looked Carl up and down. "I have to say, the 'drowned rat' look kind of suits you."
For a few seconds, Carl regarded his boyfriend's amused expression, before shrugging and stepping forward and holding his arms out as if to embrace the other boy.
"You won't mind a nice damp hug then, will you?" He mused, advancing on Patrick, who began quickly stepping backwards, away from Carl, with a laugh.

"I'm good, man," The taller of the two spoke quickly, not overjoyed by the thought of becoming even half as wet as the other male as he raised his hands in mock surrender. "I don't want you to-"

Carl stepped forwards in a single swift movement, embracing Patrick before he could end his sentence and holding onto him tightly as he groaned, laughing slightly.

"Seriously?"

The elder of the two looked down at his boyfriend, sighing though he wasn't mad, and putting his own arms around Carl in response when he didn't move away, resting his chin on the dark head of hair as they stood. For a few seconds, the two remained silent in their position in the storage room, taking little notice of the puddle of water that had spilt from the container and gathered on the floor.

"Why don't you go change your clothes, man?" Patrick eventually spoke up, his voice gentle from the calmness that had passed over when they hugged. The smaller of the two shrugged. Taking a step back, Carl pushed a few rats' tails of hair away from his face and tilted his head up a little to look at his boyfriend.

"It's my cell block's laundry day," His response was simple as he turned back around to face the empty plastic container that now lay on the floor. "All my clothes are being washed."

Patrick watched as the smaller boy stepped over, picking up the container and placing it aside as he looked around for something to clean up it's contents with, his hair continuing to drip down onto his clothes as he did so.

The older of the two moved towards him slowly.
"C'mon, man; I have some clothes that you can borrow. They should be alright for the rest of the day, anyway."
"You sure?"

He nodded. "You'll get ill or something if you hang around in those all day."
Carl's response was a soft laugh as he made his way back over to Patrick, slowly intertwining their fingers and glancing up at him.

"What are you, my Dad?" The boy mused, and then shook his head, still with a smile, and put his chin against his boyfriend's shoulder.

"I'm kidding," He clarified, noting the embarrassed expression behind the other's glasses. Quickly moving onto his toes and pecking his partner's cheek, the sheriff's son added,

"That'd be great."

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"Turn around."

"Seriously? Carl, we've been dating for, like-"

"Do it!"

Patrick rolled his eyes, watching as his partner stood with the clothes in his arms and his eyebrows raised.

"I mean it, Pat," He continued, ignoring the hair that clung to the sides of his face. "If my Dad walks past and you're watching me get changed, you'll be the one coming up with an explanation."

At that, the older of the two sighed and nodded, pushing his glasses up before turning to face the wall as he had been told.

"You'd better hurry up, man," He spoke as he did so, already hearing Carl getting changed behind him. "This wall isn't all that interesting."

Eventually hearing a "Done!" from behind him, Patrick turned around and grinned a little at the sight. In front of him stood Carl, as expected, with pants that reached the ground and a shirt that hung barely above his knees.

"You chose these clothes on purpose."

"What makes you think that?"

Carl looked down at himself and then back at Patrick with his eyebrows raised.
"It's cute," The older boy insisted with a laugh, making his way over to where his boyfriend stood and gently putting his arms around him once again.

Arms crossed, Carl looked up at him.
"You're a jackass."

"Aren't I just?"

The pair's eyes remained locked for a few silent seconds before Patrick moved forwards slightly, resting his forehead against Carl's with a soft sigh.

"You want me to find you some new ones?"
The shorter shook his head, tilting it upwards slightly.
"They'll do for now."

Both spoke fairly quietly as they stood in eachother's arms, foreheads lightly touching as Carl gave a small smile, regardless of his still damp face.

"And, Pat?" He added, moving up slightly on his toes to minimize the space between them as he gave a small shrug.

"I'll get the water next time."