AN: Romance is never one sided. Each person needs to contribute. Sharing and learning from one another is true love! Side note, please listen to "Golden brown" by the Stranglers
Scunt fanfiction: Aww thank you 3
The brown stew bubbled in the pot, filling the kitchen with a pleasant aroma. The color of it though, was far from pleasant. "I think I'm doing something wrong?" Mundy puzzled over the pot. "No duh. Where's the spices? The toppings? You already messed this up once today, scoot over." Jeremy pushed him aside with his hips. "You're doing this all wrong! What are you doing, putting the spices on after?" Jeremy sighed. Mundy simply pulled his hat lower in shame. Jeremy grabbed the paprika and other assorted spices, sprinkled them onto his finger, approved it, then added it in on top of the meat. He took a spoonful of the concoction and raised it to Mundy's lips. "Better?" Mundy's eyes widened. "Yeah! Where'd you learn to cook like that?" "My Ma taught me, so I learnt from the best." Jeremy boasted. "Alroight then super chef, then how long till it's ready?" He asked, mostly because he didn't want to burn anything else. "I'd say about...uh.. ten more minutes." Jeremy paused to stir the pot. "I dunno what I'd do without ya, roo." "What?" Jeremy's eyes met his. "Nothin. Forget it." Mundy looked away at seemingly nothing. "Sure, cause y'know what? I don't wanna hear it, weirdo!" Jeremy waved the spoon at the gangly man. "Oh, you only realize I'm weird now?" Mundy caught the spoon with his free hand. He leaned closer, his blank face revealing hardly a thought. Most people would be seriously uncomfortable, but Scout wasn't most people. "Nah, I always knew you were off. Don't even know why I stuck around in the first place." Scout said matter-of-factly. "That's a lie, you just stuck around cause you like me! ~" Mundy said all singsong and dramatic. "Shut it, kangaroo fucker. You'd shag anyone who merely looked in your direction!" Jeremy paused to stir the stew, which was almost ready. Mundy was going to respond with something along the lines of "you're looking at me" but decided not to test his luck. "Bowls?" Jeremy put a hand on his hip. "Magic word?" Mundy teased. "Please, and I'll eat your soup if you don't stop being an ass." Mundy reached above him to the cabinet, closing the gap between their faces. Jeremy could feel the hot breath on his face, smelling like cigarettes even though he hadn't seen Mundy smoke for days. "That's better." Jeremy's face flushed vibrant vermillion. He handed him the wooden tableware and chuckled seeing him like that. "Ugh! What's your problem today?" Mundy smirked, intentionally being unclear. "You." Mundy grabbed him by the waist and pulled him against his own body, completely closing the gap between them. "I really like you- and I've been- uh thinking for a while, I know tha-" Mundy's barely audible, gravely, whispers were cut short with the presence of Jeremy's lips on his own. The bowl clattered to the floor, forgotten in the embrace. Jeremy's hands betrayed him, and they moved to clutch the back of his vest. Mundy's hands did the same, ensuring neither could pull away, not that they wanted too. They savored the moment, the taste of each other's lips, not pulling away till they were breathless and dazed. Their mouths parted. Mundy gently pushed his hands off and backed away. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that roo, I'm sorry, you probably didn't even want that, I-" "No. God no- idiot!" Mundy's face dropped further. Seems he'd just ruined everything. "No- of course, I wanted that!" Jeremy cupped his face, feeling the warm skin underneath his fingers. He leaned in further, shifting his hands down Mundy's back. Jeremy's soft lips held him, his fingers kneading comforting circles into his back. The sinking feeling in his stomach was replaced by euphoric joy. He took the boy back into his arms and reciprocated the action. His tongue tracing his bottom lip, lapping up the faint taste of sugar. He had never tasted anything more addictive, probably because of leftover bonk punch residue. Jeremy gave him one last peck, before pulling back, still holding him. "The soup." Jeremy flicked his eyes over to the cooling stew. "Oh. Roight." Mundy hesitantly released him, still wanting more. Mundy bent over to the forgotten bowl and paused, looking up at Jeremy, panning his eyes up, taking the sight in. He licked his lips slowly. Meeting Scout's eyes, he winked. "Ey don't tease me man! I gotta eat and so do you! And no, not in that way, before you say anything dirty!" Mundy stood up and chimed in "Aren't you the dirty one for thinking about that? I just picked up the bowl, I'm innocent mate." He gave him a cheeky smile. "Psst. Like hell you are." He filled the bowls with the venison stew and shoved them towards Mundy, who sat them on the small table delicately. The steam gently rose in the eventide light, swirling like cigarette smoke. Jeremy sat across from him, painted hazy orange and amber. Jeremy met his eyes, blushing. Mundy simply sank into his soup, which in all honesty was probably one of the best things he tasted since his mother had died. Mundy dug in and nodded, then swallowed. "This is grouse!" "Oh, sorry. I thought you said it was good earlier though?" Mundy face palmed. "No, I mean it's delicious" "Speak American, please! You don't make a gram of sense!" "Neither do you! I have no idea what a gram even is!" Sniper accused between bites. This was a topic they'd playfully argued over many times, but it still never got old, or any easier. Eventually their banter was replaced by the clatter of dishes in the amazingly still functional sink, and the orange light had turned a dark slate. Soon, the pair found themselves in their shared room. Jeremy moved to get into his sleeping bag (which was more like a sleeping pile than a bag) but was interrupted. "What are you doing?" "Picking you up." "Wha-?" A sudden disorienting feeling of weightlessness materialized. Didn't help when Mundy started spinning him around in his arms, or the fact it was almost pitch black in their room. He was promptly, more or less, flung onto the bed. "Jeez, was that some sorta Australian mating ritual?" he asked into the dark, sounding a little green. "Nah, I'm just not letting you sleep on the floor." "Thanks?" He heard shifting in the dark. Light footfalls backed a short distance away, before ending abruptly. Out of nowhere, Mundy savagely pounced on him, wrapping his arms around him, reminiscent of earlier that morning. Jeremy froze, it felt like he was dreaming. He tucked his head into the crook of Jeremy's neck and sighed. Jeremy unclenched. God, he hoped he wasn't asleep, this whole thing felt unreal. Mundy mumbled something into his shoulder. He felt the vibrations, so turns out he was wide awake. Either that or in heaven, which wasn't as unlikely as you'd think. He still had dreams portraying the warm, bright cascading clouds. Well, that, and Tom Jones. "Wha'd ya say?" He asked the head smooshed into his shoulder. "Your bony." "Always got something nice to say, huh?" He wrapped a hand around the completely underserving marksman's head, slowly raking through his hair. "What are we?" he asked, staring into the dark. "Whatever you want to be, roo." "Amoureux then." "Was that French?" "Yeah, it means in love or something. My Ma always used to say to my dad when I was little, not that whoever that absent bastard deserved it." Mundy hummed in agreeance. "G'night." Mundy kissed him on the underside of his chin "Night." He gave him a peck back.
AN: Finally! They kith o.o Sorry if this chapter took forever to get out, but writing juicy moments is hard :C I feel this chapter reads weird, so please give me your honest critique! My feelings won't be hurt, I promise.