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Rhys had a dilemma, his beautiful genius of a boyfriend was not in his living room couch to cuddle with him. It's not Vaughn's fault he is a saint, offering to help out any underclassmen that needed math tutoring but still, Rhys was needy and he needed Vaughn to be there cuddling with him while watching Mythbusters. Right now, Vaughn was off in a freshman's house and from what Vaughn was texting Rhys, he could tell he was having a great time tutoring and the house was fairly nice. Rhys noticed in one of the pictures Vaughn sent of him posing with the freshman, whose name was apparently Pickle, that the couch behind them looked super comfy. Almost perfect for cuddling, Rhys thought.
After a while, Rhys mustered up enough willpower to reach for his phone on his coffee table to text Vaughn his plan.
R: heyyy i know this may sound a lil weird but can u ask pickle if i can come over??? i'm lonely and i wanna cuddle
V: omg yea i can ask
V: ur so cute bro (｡♥‿♥｡)
R: (♥ω♥ ) ~♪
It took a couple of wistful minutes for Vaughn to text back Pickle's address.
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Rhys had no idea what he was doing. He was standing outside of Pickle's door, unsure whether he should knock or not. Did he really ask his boyfriend if he could come over to some kid's house where he was tutoring? His morals were really going downhill and he blamed his school. There's too many questionable role models there.
Finally, Rhys decided he hated standing outside of Pickles well-decorated house and knocked on the door. It took a couple of seconds for Vaughn to open the door with a smile on his face that made Rhys fall head over heels for him again. Pickle, then, popped out from behind Vaughn flashing a toothy grin that had gaps in the middle. He was a pretty cute freshman and nothing like the other freshmen Rhys knew that were obsessed with explosives.
Vaughn went in for a hug and a kiss that left Rhys breathless. He then stepped back and gestured Rhys to come in.
"Pickle, this is my boyfriend Rhys." Vaughn said as Rhys walked in the spacious decorated hall that had framed pictures of Pickle and his parents. Pickle giggled.
"Yeah, I guessed! You were all over him as soon as he got here!"
Rhys felt heat rise up from his face and Vaughn scoffed. "Yeah, but that's how much I love him, dude." Vaughn took Rhys' hand and guided him to Pickle's dining room where they were working. Pickle scurried after them and sat on his chair which was a bit too high for him.
"This is where the magic happens." Vaughn said causing Rhys to laugh.
"Pfft, sure it does." Vaughn looked at Rhys with genuine hurt.
"It does. You can ask Pickle about what we learned." Rhys turned to look at Pickle who held his math homework up.
"I know fractions now!"
"Wow, you really are a good teacher." Rhys crept closer to Vaughn to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks babe."
"So, um, are you guys done here or?"
"Hmm, what do you think Pickle?"
"I think I need help in the last few problems, V." Rhys smiled and sat in the chair facing Pickle.
"Well you're lucky kid, because I just so happen to be better at math than my boyfriend here. What are the problems?"
Pickle passed his worksheet and pencil across the table into Rhys' nimble fingers.
"Alright, let's see what we have here..." Rhys whispered to himself as he placed the pencil in between his teeth while Vaughn seated himself next to him, happy to see his boyfriend helping out.
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"What do you mean you don't understand?" Rhys yelled.
"No offense, but you suck at teaching." Pickle muttered under his breath.
"B-but I explained it to you like five times already!" Rhys stood from his chair and flailed his arms around in anger.
"Rhys..." Vaughn rubbed Rhys' shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.
"I guess V is just better at this than you are because I don't understand jack from you."
Rhys sat back down and rubbed his temples. He never thought once in his life that teaching would be this hard. He did all he could for Pickle but the information would just not process in his brain. How does Vaughn do it? Rhys suddenly realized that Vaughn is way more amazing than what he originally thought.
"Yeah, I suppose he is." Rhys said in utter defeat.
"It's okay Rhys, you're still better than me in math." Vaughn nuzzled his face against Rhys' cheek. Rhys smiled and laughed.
"That is true."
"Um, so is V gonna help me now or?" Pickle interrupted.
"Oh yeah, you're still here."
"Rhys!"
Vaughn playfully shoved him by his shoulder.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding."