Slash - Pogue/Tyler
"Pogue, this is gross," Tyler spluttered out along with the sour milk he had drank from the carton in Pogue's microfridge. "What the hell are you doing? Making your own cheese?"
Pogue laughed at Tyler's misfortune and shrugged in response. "I don't even remember putting that in there."
Tyler groaned and tossed the pint into the trash bin before grabbing the bin and spitting out the taste of the disgusting milk into it. "You're trying to kill me."
"No, I'm trying to spend a quiet night in with you, like you wanted," Pogue corrected and crawled to the edge of the bed to kneel there. "You're the one committing suicide by trusting whatever's in that fridge. Only thing guaranteed fresh is the 6-pack, so come over here unless you want a beer."
Tyler scoffed and closed the mini-fridge before walking over to the long-haired teen. "You'll get in trouble if they catch you with that," he teased and slid his arms to wrap around Pogue's neck.
"Then let's drink it," Pogue suggested, his own arms slipping around Tyler's waist comfortably, "Problem solved."
"You just want me drunk," Tyler joked and leaned forward to capture Pogue's lips with his own. "I know your game," he murmured, keeping his forehead pressed to the other teen's.
"Too well," Pogue grinned and caught Tyler's lips in another kiss.