A Summer Swim
"I am so hot," Reid said, fanning himself with the medical file he was holding.
"Yeah, you are," Luke said, half-sarcastically, half-sincerely, from the couch where he was reading a book.
Reid grinned and chuckled. "No. I'm serious. It's incredibly hot."
"Oh, you meant the temperature," Luke said, though the twitch of the ends of his mouth stated that he knew what it was that he had meant.
"Yes, you idiot," Reid said, though not unaffectionately.
"Come on. We're leaving." Luke stood up, walked over to the table, and grabbed Reid's hand, pulling him out of his chair.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
Fifteen minutes later, Luke pulled his car into the driveway of the Snyder farm.
"The farm?"
"Nope. The pond," Luke said, locking the car. "We're going swimming."
"We don't have suits," Reid said, a slight innuendo in his voice. "Unless that was your plan?" Reid smirked.
"Nice try. No. I have suits here. You can borrow one," Luke said, dragging a disappointed Reid into the house to change.
Five minutes later, Luke and Reid were in the pond, splashing each other, Luke trying to dunk Reid's head underwater. When that failed, Luke resorted to swimming away from the older man, laughing at the sight of him trying to catch him.
Finally, the doctor managed to trap the blonde by grabbing his foot and pulling him close to him.
"Got you," Reid said, enveloping Luke in his arms.
"Yes you did, Dr. Oliver. I don't know how, but you did," Luke said, kissing his boyfriend.
"This was a good idea," Reid said when they had broken apart. "I feel better now."
"Good," Luke said, grinning. "But you're still hot."
Reid laughed and dunked Luke underwater.