Blaise's lips twitched, not for the first time, when another low growl came from the blond on the other side of the couch.

"I hate you," Draco muttered darkly, his glare trained on the mounted flat screen. He was trying to figure out what his options were, trying to strategize, and his passionate efforts provided more than a little amusement for his boyfriend, who was far from worried.

"It's just a ga—" Blaise started.

"Quiet."

"But—"

"No."

"Dray—"

"Nuh-uh."

"Babe—"

"Gonna have to ask you to shut the fuck up."

Blaise gave up and focused on trying to hide his smile. He refocused all of his attention on the TV, noting that he was still winning. It wasn't his fault Draco was completely and utterly terrible at this game, and the age old argument that he could 'go easy on him' was just ridiculous under the circumstances.

Draco growled again, his furious abuse of his controller causing the buttons to tap loudly even over the sounds of the game. Blaise bit his lip in an attempt not to laugh when he drove through a power up block and ended up with a bunch of banana skins. He tried not to be too strategic as he dropped some while driving around a corner, then dropped a few more on the straight.

Draco would pout if Blaise let him win out of pity, but he also wasn't going to play as aggressively as he usually did.

He still slowed down to let an AI into first place when Draco picked up a blue shell from the power-up blocks and quickly hopped back into first when the NCP, Wario, was effectively stunned.

Since Draco was too focused on his own side of the screen to pay Blaise's side much attention, he wasn't expecting the banana peels on the track, and Blaise was painfully biting the inside of his cheek to prevent laughing when a slew of curses came from Draco's side of the couch."

Are you fucking kidding me?! Who the hell dropped all these god damned bananas all over the place?!"

"Honey," Blaise said carefully.

"What?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"I hope you drive off the edge of the map."

Blaise drove through another set of power-up blocks and deployed all three of his green shells to spin in a shield him as he drove along. He'd try to only use them on NPCs, but if Draco got too close and stunned himself, it wasn't Blaise's fault.

"Yeah that's right, piss off, Peach!" Draco spat as he successfully stunned the princess with a red shell and slipped into third place.

"Well done," Blaise said sincerely. "I don't know why you get so upset over this game. You're not bad at it."

"Just…shut up."

Blaise snorted as he crossed the finish line and cruised into lap three. The game music's tempo increasing to signify the last lap, and a glance of the corner of his eye told him that Draco was taking the ambiance of their living room too seriously.

Waluigi was hot on his tail, but he still had his green shells. If he timed deployment correctly around the next turn, he could make all three ricochet backwards and take out the prick. But he might hit Draco in the process…Oh well.

"You missed, arsehole." Draco grumbled. "Waluigi's down though. Thanks for giving me second."

"Wasn't aiming for you," said Blaise. "Calculated risk."

"Sure. If I get a blue shell you're boned."

"Mhm. And if I get almost anything else, you are."

Draco mumbled curses under his breath and Blaise chuckled silently. The last lap was close. Draco managed to keep pace with Blaise, but wasn't as good at drifting through sharp turns or using his power-ups effectively.

"Hey, Dray, Baby," He said as he eyed the star power up he'd just gotten that Draco hadn't noticed.

"What?" Draco snapped. He'd gotten several boost mushrooms, but he wasn't using them correctly. He needed to hold down the boost button to get the full effect on a straight path like this.

"Love you."

"What did you do, you smug prick?"

They rounded the last turn before the finish line and Draco made the mistake of using his last boost around the turn, making his character hit Blaise's the second his star power up had taken effect.

Draco was screaming strings of curses at his stunned character while two NPCs managed to pass him before he could drive again. He fumed as he finished in fourth and slammed his controller on the couch as he whirled on Blaise.

"Seriously?!" He yelled. "You always win, damn it!"

"If you hadn't boosted, you wouldn't have hit me," Blaise pointed out, trying his best not to laugh.

Draco let out of a growl of frustration and stormed off towards the kitchen mumbling under his breath. Blaise snickered.

Maybe he'd let Draco win a round of Rocket League after he'd calmed down some…

For Sunset Oasis! :) Whose (probably unhealthy) obsession with Blaise led to this silly little thing. Thank you for the prompt, love! It was a lot of fun.