Marco hated, no loathed, things being on the top shelf. Whoever put things there, he decided, was evil and knew better than to give him such a hard time. He crossed his arms and scowled bitterly at the refrigerator, the innocent box of cereal perched on top almost smugly, mockingly.
Sighing agitatedly yet again Marco began the ritual. He jumped and strained on tip toes, arms and legs stretching to their utmost limits, fingers grasping at air only inches away. So close but so very far away. He hopped again and again, pads of his fingers brushing the box but never catching, his feet hitting the floor after each fruitless jump louder than the last.
Marco took a final deep breath, certain this time he would succeed. His knees bent and his one hand rested on the handle for a push. This time he'd get it.
With a tremendous bound of energy Marco hopped...and missed completely.
Marco scowled. Rolling his eyes he went back to his simple reaching and straining.
Suddenly the air displaced around him, and without looking he knew it was Dylan. When a large arm came into view he knew without a doubt.
However as he watched Dylan's arm move, broad hand closing around the glossy cereal box so far above his head...Marco decided the thing he loathed was more than items out of his reach.
In detached horror he watched the blond smile stupidly at him and walk away, plopping on the couch and eating handfuls of the sugary cereal as if he hadn't just stolen it from directly in front of him, while he just so happened to have been trying so diligently to get it down. Oh no.
Growling low in his throat Marco crossed the room, grabbing a handful of blonde curls and leaning down to whisper into his ear.
"I want that," he whispered in a deadly tone.
Dylan, fist full of hair obviously not bothering him in the least, grinned up at him in amusement, popping a few more pieces into his mouth.
"Want what" he asked innocently.
Marco leaned back in shock, staring at him wide eyed before pouncing right over the back of the couch, jumping onto the blonde and knocking them both to the floor. Their bodies hit the carpet with a muted thump and suddenly there was a flurry of activity. Arms and legs went flying in all direction, more play than fight as both sought out ticklish spots and sensitive pressure points, laughs breaking in from time to time amid the fumbling bumps.
Dylan was the first to change the mock wrestling match to something even more fun, grabbing Marco's face, a hand resting gently under his jawline to pull him forward into a kiss. The Italian fought against the other man for several seconds, trying to prolong their earlier fighting in order to turn tables but the other's significant size and weight were prohibiting him. Within a moment he had given up, kissing back ardently as well as playfully, nipping at lips and tugging at hair.
The blonde for his part didn't seem to mind at all, fighting back, licking his throat and biting his chin in a decidedly silly manner, both smiling goofily inbetween sweet pecks.
After several minutes Marco finally broke apart from the embrace, falling back defeated only to hear a series of tiny crunches.
Sitting up with difficulty, owing to the heavy body on top of his he looked down at the floor, seeing a great mess of sugary powder, remnants of the cereal that had started this whole wiggly situation. He felt himself roll his eyes, grabbing a handful of uncrushed cereal from a few inches away, popping them in his mouth before letting his head fall back to the floor.
"You tall people suck you know."
Dylan only snorted. "Of course babe."
Marco shrugged. Oh well. He'd gotten the cereal. Maybe he should just keep the tall person around after all.