joel-biermannâ:
âNearly got you smiling, Iâd say Iâm doing a good job,â he gives Lucas another once over. Even suffering in this heat he looks damn fine. Even when heâs clicking his tongue and for christsakes, Joel already apologised about the dishes. He puts it down, it slips his mind.
âHey, now, maybe heâs a busy man,â Joel knows what Lucas is doing. Knows that he canât even stop himself entirely from falling into this little trap. And yeah he skipped out on the dishes a few times butâ whatever. âClearly too busy to spend time with you.â
Joel still always loses at this game of chicken, thereâs no benefits to winning, not when Lucas is already turning into him. Joel takes a seat now, sitting sideways, so heâs completely facing Lucas. âSee I turned that one around, babe.â
Lucas waits patiently for Joel to break, eyebrows raised, hoping it's coming. Hearing him say babe is already good enough, and he'll take it (if anything, also for the fact that he can't help the fond smile that curls up his lips then).
"How is admitting you're busy turning anything around?" He turns over too, so they can be facing each other. Lucas is not one for gratuitous PDA at big events like these, but he still reaches a foot forward, hooks it comfortably around Joel's ankle, so they can have a point of contact. "You're doing the dishes all of next week."
His words clearly hold no harshness, his grumpy ways always softened when it comes to his husband, and he takes a sip of his beer again before asking, "are you having fun?" It's not just idle conversation, he genuinely wants to know. At least, if Joel tells him about it, he can live vicariously through someone who is enjoying themselves.













