"Woah."
Trip groggily takes a seat at the table for breakfast as Beck sets down four plates and cups. The smell of eggs and waffles fills the room while Trip practically slumps in his chair.
"Your eyes are scary," Reed tells Trip.
His dark bags and red eyes are a fright.
"Couldn't sleep?" Beck questions as he sits down beside his brother.
Trip shakes his head. "No."
"Were you uncomfortable?" Monica questions, who sits beside Reed, across from her husband.
Trip sighs and slowly brings his eyes to meet Reed's who raises an eyebrow, his mouth twitching as he tries to hold back a smile.
"No," Trip answers her.
Reed knows Trip probably couldn't sleep because of all of the thoughts that rushed his mind about the session they had and finds it hysterical.
"It's his fault," Trip says, tilting a glass of water down his throat.
Finally, Reed allows the smirk to spread on his face as he tilts his head at Trip.
"Is that so?" Reed asks.
"He snores in his sleep," Beck says before taking a bite of his waffle.
Trip shoots his eyes to the side and looks at his brother and Reed does the same.
Beck doesn't realize his mistake.
"How do you know?" Trip purposely asks.
Beck drops his fork to his plate and glances over at Monica who awaits his reply. It's a good thing she's more of an air head and doesn't catch on to what Trip is hinting at.
"I'm assuming he snores," Beck covers himself. "Since you couldn't sleep."
"Mhm," Trip replies, eating his eggs. "That's exactly the reason."
Reed laughs and Beck steals a glance. He doesn't know what's funny.
"Are you sure it wasn't because you couldn't stop thinking aboutâ"
"Shut up," Trip says, his voice low.
Reed smiles and backs off.
"Cute," he says softly, his eyes trained on Trip's who's eyes widen.
"Shut it," he says and causes Monica to laugh.
"You two get along well," she says with a warm smile.
"Not really," Trip denies.
"Hmm," Reed starts. "I'd say we got along pretty well last night."
Trip rolls his eyes. "You're never going to let me live that down, huh?"
"Live what down?" Beck asks.
"Nothing," Trip says as Reed stretches out his leg under the table.
His foot trails up Trip's leg slowly and Trip jumps because of the sudden contact. He narrows his eyes at Reed who smirks and keeps his foot moving up Trip's leg.
Trip grits his teeth and purses his lips, warning Reed to stop. But of course, Reed's foot continues it's journey until he reaches the inside of Trip's thigh.
He's in dangerous territory now and Trip shifts in his chair in an attempt to rid of Reed's foot but to no avail.
Reed moves it again and slowly approaches Trip's danger zone, softly placing his toes against it.
"Fuck," Trip growls quietly.
His brother looks over at him. "What is it?"
Trip's teeth are still gritted tightly together and he awkwardly reaches under the table to grab Reed's foot. He practically throws it down and mutters, "Nothing."
He then pushes himself out from the table and quickly turns his back to the group, notifying them that he needs to use the bathroom.
He steals a glance back at Reed who's eyes follow him and Trip raises that forbidden finger on his hand as Reed smiles at him.
And finally, breakfast comes to an end.
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The group decides to head to the beach together and Trip hopes he won't see the thieves again today. Luckily, they don't and they're able to enjoy themselves fully.
They set down chairs on the sand, somewhat close to the water, and Trip immediately pulls off his t-shirt before he rushes into the water alone.
Beck, Reed, and Monica watch as he relaxes and floats on his back as they prepare themselves for the steamy, summer day.
Beck rubs sun lotion on his arms, legs, chest, back, and just about everywhere he has skin exposed and hands the bottle to Reed once he's done.
"Thanks," Reed says and squirts the lotion into his hand. Once he's finished, he glances over at Beck and notices a blob of lotion still on his back.
"You missed a spot," Reed tells him.
Beck inspects his arms and legs. "Where?"
"On your back," Reed says.
Beck attempts to wipe the blob off but his hand can not find the location. Reed walks over and presses his cold fingers to Beck's back, causing it to arch, and rubs the lotion in.
He steps away and when Beck doesn't say anything, Reed looks back at him.
And he's shocked when he sees that the tips of Beck's ears are red.
Beck quickly turns away, hiding his face and mutters, "Thanks."
Reed is still in shock as he hands the bottle over to Monica who currently sits in her beach chair, unbeknownst to what is happening behind her. But he pushes Beck out of his mind as he looks at the ocean.
He spots Trip still floating on his back and grins. He quickly runs over and splashes into the ocean, heading over to Trip.
Trip doesn't hear him though, because his ears are under the water and only jumps up when Reed pushes down on his stomach, making him sink.
"Jesus," Trip says, wiping the water out of his eyes as Reed laughs.
"Enjoying yourself?" Reed asks.
"Mhm," Trip replies. "But, uh, I saw that, you know."
Reed raises an eyebrow. "Saw what?"
"You put lotion on my brother's back," Trip says, looking into his eyes.
"And?" Reed says.
"You still have feelings for him?" Trip questions as Reed takes a step closer to him in the ocean.
"What? No," Reed says. "I was just helping him for a second."
"Sure," Trip says before he dives under the water and swims further out.
Reed follows him and swims close behind, surfacing soon after Trip does.
"You think I still have feelings for him?" Reed asks, the water up by his chest now.
Trip shrugs. "Looks like it."
Reed sighs in disappointment, running a hand through his wet hair.
"Hey," he says. "Go under water and open your eyes."
Trip scrunches his eyebrows together. "Okay?"
He does what he's told and waits for Reed to join him. He watches as Reed plunges below the surface, his eyes open as well. Though, he closes them after a second and reaches out his hand, placing it on the back of Trip's head, pulling Trip to him.
Instinctively, Trip closes his eyes and Reed presses his lips to Trip's.
The kiss lasts only a second and the two break the surface, Trip just staring at Reed.
"I would never do that with Beck," Reed says, his long eyelashes more evident when they're wet.
"What?" Trip asks, still thinking about their kiss.
"The only one I want to do things with is you."
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