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Winston leans against Jason, tongue peeking out between his chapped lips as he uses a controller to carefully navigate through a swamp. There's dark music coming from the TV, a steady beat to the rhythm that successfully speeds up his heartbeats.

He's so close to getting out intact. Beside him, Jason is also making his way through the swamp, trying to track him down and attack, but Winston has successfully stayed one step ahead so far.

Jason presses their sides together as he swooshes his character around and it starts running in the other direction -- right at Winston.

"Wha-?" Winston narrows his eyes at Jason for a second and then focuses on getting out unscathed. He tosses traps behind as he runs, climbing a tree and settling in with his sniper. It doesn't much help, since they're co-sharing the screen and can see everything the other is doing.

Jason huffs above him, Winston rising and falling with the sounds since he's laying nearly horizontally on his chest.

"You can't hide from me," Jason drawls above.

Winston laughs. "Who says I'm hiding?"

Jason's character comes into range, and Jason mutters a quiet "Shit" just as Winston lines up and takes the shot.

WINNER his side of the screen lights up, while Jason's screen goes dark and a skull pops up announcing he's very, very dead and needs to get good.

Jason groans pathetically, tipping his head back on the backrest and tossing his arm over his eyes, grunting, "You're vicious."

"I know, babe," says Winston, patting Jason's leg condescendingly. At Jason's betrayed look, Winston giggles and pushes himself up, hovering with his hands on Jason's legs, and presses a quick kiss to Jason's cheek. "I'll go easy on you next round," he promises.

Jason pouts at him for a second, then turns his face toward Winston, giving clear view of his cheek. Winston huffs on a laugh, enchanted, and leans forward for to place another peck upon it.

Once Jason has gotten his kiss, Jason hugs Winston to his chest, allowing Winston to burrow his face into the space where Jason's shoulder meets the neck. It's a delightful place to be, and he snuggles down deep for a moment, inhaling Jason's scent and drifting in the secure grip.

Then he mutters into Jason's skin, "You're trying to trick me out of a rematch."

Jason laughs, whole body moving, and murmurs into Winston's ear, "You caught me."

Winston shivers, breath hitching in his throat. He hides his fae ins Jason's neck for a second longer, then leans back enough (Jason's hands gliding over his body to settle at his waist) to spot Jason's eyes. They're heavy lidded at the moment, the iris' darker than normal, and Winston stares into them so long he is swallowed whole.

"You are a demon," Winston breathes, still maintaining eye-contact.

Jason smirks. He's oozing temptation, and Winston is so incredibly weak for Jason. He leans forward and presses another chaste kiss on Jason's cheek, then scoots out of Jason's hold and grabs the controller again. "Rematch," he declares, making himself comfortable against Jason.

A huff sounds above him, Jason grabbing his own controller and getting ready. Winston is moved with every motion, leaning so much against Jason, but it's honestly kind of a funny sensation.

A new match starts, and they're dropped on opposites sides of the map. Winston pokes his tongue out, eyes narrowing, and he focuses on every movement.

Two minutes later, his side of the screen lights up with WINNER.

Laughing, Winston's joy soon turns into giggles. Jason grows above him, grabbing him and squeezing him tight. "Fiend," Jason accuses, holding him tight until Winston pats his hip in protest.

Now able to breathe again, Winston giggles once more, tilting his head back to stare up at Jason. "You're just weak," he retorts, a sort of a teasingly mocking tone, and Jason squeezes him harder again for a second. Winston's face heats up, his stomach squirms, but he stays put even when the grip is loosened again.

"You're lucky you're cute," Jason murmurs into his hair, Winston's smile growing.

"I am?" he tilts his head back enough that Jason's chin can rest on his forehead, which is not entirely comfortable, but he'll let it stand.

"Yeah. Adorable," emphasizes Jason.

Winston pats Jason's arms around his waist, and is let go enough that he can sit up on his knees and properly examine Jason's face. "Do you want to play something else?"

Jason rises an eyebrow. Winston rolls his eyes, pulling on a particularly long and curly strand of hair hanging over Jason's' forehead. "What games do you like to play?"

"Farming sims, I guess," Jason shrugs, "Maybe cooking sims, too. But I like cooking more in reality."

Winston grins. "Do you have any farming sims?"

"Yeah?"

"So do you want to play it with me?"

Jason blinks. He looks rather perplexed; an expression Winston isn't used to seeing on him. It's cute, but it also evokes a strange feeling inside him that he isn't used to and is hard-pressed to identify. He tugs on Jason's hair again, "Come on. I want to play something you'll enjoy."

"I enjoy this game," says Jason still sounding perplexed.

Winston presses onward though, wanting to get to the bottom of this strange feeling. "But do you enjoy other games more?" Jason doesn't answer, and so Winston asks, "I want to play the games you love. It's okay if you don't wanna play them with me but... I wanna see you have fun, I guess."

Jason stares at him. "Alright. We can play Farming Game 4, it's my favorite farming sim."

"We don't have to," says Winston, the room's door opening as Jason's roommate sneaks in. Jason waves at him -- Terry something -- and moves to get the knew game in the console.

"No, it's fun," Jason says, shaking his head. He sits back down on the couch and after a second of studying him, Winston scoots closer again. Jason grabs him without hesitation, pulling him close, and Winston rests on the well-muscled body.

Exhaling, Winston's eyelashes flutter. From his corner of the room, the roommate whispers, "Cute," and Jason flips the man off.

Laughing, Winston waves a hand in apology to Terry. He gets a shrug in return and chooses to take that as an acceptance of the apology, especially as the game is starting and it's time to play.

Winston doesn't really play sims. He doesn't really play games at all, actually. He doesn't own any of his own aside from a decade old zombie shooter, and Gary isn't much into games. The few games they're interested is mostly for lore and stories, and that's easier to just watch game play for instead of trying to get through forty hours of game-play for 3 hours of story.

But he digresses.

Jason hands him his controller as the game starts, and Winston snuggles deeper against him as he figures out how to control his character. "What do we do first?"

"Clear a space for farming," Jason declares, and leads the way.