acciodoughnut asked you: Prompt?: Caaron, The first time someone asks about the status of their relationship. Whether it's Carson's mom or Malerie or someone entirely different. Thanks!
Except I took it a step farther, and I'm doing the first time for five different people asking. And the first time Carson says yes.
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1)
Carson had invited Aaron over after school to work on homework and instead they end up watching TV. Some dancing show that is actually embarrassingly addicting. Carson almost can't even believe he's still sitting and watching it.
When his mom walks in from her room, she looks them over and says, "What, are you two like, a thing now?"
Carson rolls his eyes. "No, mother. We're friends, you may have forgotten what those are."
Sheryl mumbles under her breath and walks away.
Carson avoids looking at Aaron.
2)
Carson's going over Malerie's English paper, which needs quite a bit of editing. He explains what he can and corrects spelling mistakes when needed. Then Aaron walks in, makes a comment about finding the World War Z book he's been trying to get Carson to read, and leaves it on the desk for him.
He's like a whirlwind. Where before there had been a peaceful room, now feels stirred up. As if he walked in throwing papers around, yelling and screaming, instead of simply dropping off a book. Anytime Aaron even stops by for just a moment, he leaves Carson feeling like he needs to take a break, breathe again, find his bearings.
"So..." Malerie asks after he leaves, "Are you two dating... or... what?"
"What?" Carson shakes his head. "No, why?"
"Oh," Malerie shrugs, calm as ever. "I just think you should. You would make a cute couple."
Carson. Stares.
Then, "Anyway, Malerie, here you used effect when you should have used affect...."
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3)
Sheryl calls and asks him to pick up her drugs.
Carson would have said no. But he's stopping at the store anyway to get supplies for some stupid health project. And he's feeling generous today.
Aaron goes with him, wanting to help pick out the right colors. "We should get yellow duct tape!"
"Why? We don't need duct tape."
"Carson, you always need duct tape when you're doing crafts like this."
So Carson lets Aaron put the yellow duct tape in their basket. When they've picked everything out, Aaron waits at the front doors and Carson goes to get the prescriptions from the counter.
April glances over at Aaron and says, "Someone special?" with a suggestive smile.
"No," Carson snaps, "God, why do people keep asking that?"
"You two seem to get along well," April shrugs. "In this town, that doesn't happen very often."
Well, Carson can't argue with that.
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4)
Dwayne is sitting outside the drug store, mostly because he's an idiot.
"Hey," he says when he sees them walk past, "I heard a rumor that you guys are dating."
Carson calls over his shoulder, "Fuck off!"
Dwayne is an idiot.
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5)
Carson still has to go see the guidance councilor. Honestly, she is of absolutely zero help to anything.
And today it's even worse.
"So," she says, "I know teenagers have desires sometimes, and I think it's great to explore that. But--"
Carson stares at her as she shuffles around objects on her desk, mumbling I knew I put it here somewhere and he has absolutely no idea where this conversation is about to go.
She finds what she's looking for and holds it up with an aha! Then opens a pamphlet. "Sex is great, but it's important to know how to do it safely--"
"Oh, my God!" Carson stands up quickly, grabs his bag and starts walking towards the door.
"Carson, if you and Aaron are dating, this topic will probably come up!" she calls after him and he promptly ignores her and slams her office door closed behind him.
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"... I mean, first of all, it's none of her business. Where does she even get off bringing up a subject like that? And of course she's asking because of a bunch of rumors. I'm not even surprised, which is the sad part. But you should be able to expect the faculty to not give in to stupid rumors--"
"Are they really that stupid?"
Carson stops short and looks at Aaron who's sitting on his bed. "Well... what?"
"Rumors that we're dating," Aaron continues. "Are they really that bad?"
He looks almost hurt. Like Carson's annoyance at this actually wounds him. And he doesn't know what to say.
"We go out," Aaron says, "We see movies together, have dinner, do our homework. We have lunch together almost every day. I let you borrow my stuff and you've left your jacket at my house. I'm attracted to you--" Carson's stomach flips "--So it does sort of sound like we're dating. Is that bad?"
"No, of course it's not, it's... " Carson realizes as he says it that it's not bad at all. It's nice, actually, and Carson is surprised at how smoothly Aaron swooped in and settled into his life. For the first time, Carson feels like an idiot. "So does this mean I've totally missed the whole first month of our relationship?"
Aaron laughs. "Apparently you did."
"Damn. Well was it a good first month?"
"I have very few complaints," Aaron says, and smiles like a five year old who was just given an ice cream cone. "So, can we be a couple now?"
Carson sighs and smiles back at him. "Yes, Aaron. We can be a couple."
Which also ends up being the first time Carson apologizes.
Other Caaron Firsts
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Carson purposefully tries to get a rise out of Aaron at times. He's just always so happy. Fucking hell, what does Carson need to do to see what he's like pissed off? He's picked on Aaron's sunglasses, he's been late to their lunch meeting (Carson refuses to call it a 'date'), and he's assigned Aaron the most boring articles for the Chronicle. Nothing seems to derail that funky haired boy, he just takes it all and lets it roll off his back.
He comes over to pick up Carson for Malerie's birthday party and it's at just the right time to hear his mother throwing a fit.
"Carson, did you hide my cigarettes again?" she yells from the living room.
"No, mother, I stopped doing that when I was six," he calls back and he lets Aaron inside.
"Then where are they?"
"You probably smoked them all," he snaps, and then tells Aaron, "I just have to grab my shoes and then we can go."
"Damn it, Carson, I wish I'd never had you."
And Carson replies, like it's habit, something he's said a million times, "That makes two of us," then, "Come on, Aaron, let's go."
It's not till they're out in the car that Carson starts to notice something's wrong. Aaron just seems... quiet. When Carson asks, pointing to the package in the backseat, "Is that what you got for Malerie?" Aaron answers with a short, clipped, "Yes." No elaboration, no excitement.
Carson shrugs it off at first. But halfway to Malerie's house, Carson starts to notice the cold vibe in the car, like it's the fucking North Pole. He looks at Aaron, whose mouth is tight, and Carson realizes he's mad. He hasn't even turned on the music. They're just sitting there in silence till Carson asks, "Ok, what's wrong with you?"
Aaron sighs then glares at Carson. Actually glares. "I can't believe you said that."
Carson bypasses anger and goes straight to confusion. "... What?"
"Why would you even joke about that, Carson? It's not funny."
"I..." Carson stares, open mouthed. "I don't know what you're freaking out about, but I'd love to weigh in."
"To your mom," he snaps, his voice rising. "Why would you joke about not wanting to be alive? I can't even..." he trails off, huffs out a breath and shakes his head like he's disgusted.
"I wasn't being serious," Carson says. No one has ever actually called him out on saying things like that.
"Well that's a relief at least."
Carson stares. He's not entirely sure what he's supposed to say. Seeing Aaron mad is... not as interesting as he thought it would be. When Aaron's happy he's usually vibrating with it, like he radiates his emotions and it's almost contagious. When he's angry, he does the same thing, except this time it's not enjoyable. It's not making Carson feel better, even if he doesn't want to. It's making him feel small.
As they pull up to Malerie's house and Aaron shuts off the engine, Carson says, "I'm... sorry. I didn't think it would upset you so much. In fact, I didn't think it would upset you at all, it's not a big deal--"
"Of course it's a big deal, Carson," Aaron lets out a long breath as if he's letting his anger dissipate. Then, calmly, he says, "Just promise me you'll never say something like that again?"
"Yeah," Carson says immediately, "Yeah, of course. I mean, I promise."
Aaron nods, looks a bit relieved, but still doesn't look like his normal care-free self. Then he leans over and kisses Carson quickly and opens his car door. "Let's go wish Malerie a happy birthday then."
Aaron being mad is definitely not something Carson ever wants to experience again if he can help it.
Anonymous asked you: Caaron firsts: The first time that they cuddle :3
sawyer--collins asked you: Can I prompt something? Caaron having a cute little snow day and cuddling by the fire with hot chocolate afterwards? (Idk I miss christmas)
Other Caaron firsts
And also, just for good measure, because you said you miss Christmas (and I do too, oh my gosh, is it December yet?), here's my very first Caaron fic and it just happens to be Christmas related :D
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They're in a cabin in the San Bernardino mountains on their senior class trip. It's actually nice, since everyone is out skiing or snowboarding, which has left Carson to sit and enjoy his book by the fireplace. It's quite peaceful, actually.
Except, of course, there's Aaron. Who's teasing for Carson to go outside and play with him. Carson declines, "No, I will not go outside and play in the snow with you."
Aaron begs, "Please, Carson? I love the snow."
"No. It's too cold and I've become quite fond of having feeling in my fingers."
"Carson--"
"No."
So Aaron pulls out the puppy dog eyes. The big, hopeful, sad eyes no one can say no to. He's gotten out of trouble with his parents on multiple occasions and once even got one of his teachers to accept his late work.
Carson looks him dead in the eye and says, "That's not going to work. Answer's still no."
Aaron huffs and stomps out. Carson thinks he's leaving, so he turns his attention back to his book.
Not even a full two minutes later, he's hit in the back of his head with an icy cold snow ball. Chunks of it fall down his shirt and he he can feel some of it sticking in his hair. He turns around in a fury to see Aaron standing in the doorway that leads into the back yard, looking smug and Aaron says, "Whatchya gonna do about it, Phillips?"
Carson throws his book down on the coffee table or the floor (he doesn't even care where it lands) and stands up. "You little fucker," he says and goes to get his coat and gloves.
Aaron has always been able to get Carson worked up. But in the best kind of way.
They have a snowball fight which Carson insists he won, despite being significantly more covered in snow than Aaron. "It's not about quantity of snow used, it's about tactics," he says.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe."
(To which Carson sighs in frustration because pet names are ridiculous but he can't get Aaron to stop. And maybe part of him is glad.)
Then Aaron announces it's time to build a snowman. Carson considers going back inside but the way Aaron looks so excited, already gathering up snow to start making the base, he can't bring himself to say no. So he helps. They make the base, then the middle, then the head, making tracks in the snow from gathering them up. Carson gets a carrot for the nose from the fridge while Aaron donates his own scarf. They use pebbles for the eyes and mouth and Carson finds two sticks to use for arms.
"We make a pretty damn good snowman together," Aaron says when they step back to look at the finished product.
"Yes, excellent, now can we go inside? I'm pretty sure my toes are frost bitten."
He turns to head back inside when Aaron says, "Wait, we have to name him first."
Carson sighs. "Gene. We'll name him Gene. Now will you come inside?"
Aaron follows him back into the cabin, kicks his feet on the mat just outside the door to get most of the snow off, and asks, "Why Gene?"
"I watched Willy Wonka the other day. I'm making hot chocolate, do you want some?"
"Ooh, yes please. You like Willy Wonka?"
"Everyone likes Willy Wonka," Carson answers as he puts on some water to boil then starts going through the cupboards, searching for the Swiss Miss packets. When he finds them he lets out a triumphant "Aha!"
When they've settled on the couch with their drinks, Carson says, "I don't think I'll ever feel my fingers ever again."
"Come here," Aaron says immediately. He sets his own mug down on the coffee table, then takes Carson's to set it down as well.
"Hey, what are you--"
"Trust me, come here," Aaron pulls Carson closer, takes his hands and holds them between his own.
His first instinct is to pull back, but he can't because his hands fingers are actually starting to feel better and, yeah, it feels really good.
They're looking at each other, they're so close, and Carson tries not the think about the color of Aaron's eyes, he doesn't want to put too much thought into figuring out the exact name of it. So he breaks eye contact, looks down at their hands instead.
"How are your hands so much warmer than mine?" Carson asks.
"I think I just had better gloves than you."
Now that Carson isn't so focused on making sure his fingers don't turn blue, he becomes more aware of the fact that his whole body is cold. He tries to ignore it, but a shiver runs down his spine, which, of course, Aaron notices immediately.
"Aw..." he coos and Carson narrows his eyes at him. "You really don't do well with the cold, do you?"
"Not so much, no."
So Aaron shifts around again, this time pulling the blanket off the back of the couch, then tries settling an arm around Carson's shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Carson snaps, instinctively leaning away.
"Helping you warm up," Aaron explains and tries to pull Carson closer.
"No, I don't need--"
"Yes, you do."
They stare at each other for a moment, Carson struggling with himself, till he finally gives in. He settles back against the couch, leaning every so slightly against Aaron, body stiff. Aaron covers them both with a blanket, and pulls Carson closer and it's sort of addicting, the warmth that seeps from Aaron. As if he's a heater and Carson relaxes and forces himself not to cling to the warm body sitting next to him.
(Its the heat, that's all it is. It's because he's cold and he wants so desperately to warm up, it has nothing to do with the fact that it's Aaron.
No. It has nothing to do with that at all, he convinces himself.)
They don't talk. They just sit there in each other's company and it's... nice. Aaron hums a little bit, but they don't say anything. They warm up and they don't say anything. Carson starts feeling sleepy, rests his head against Aaron's shoulder, closes his eyes, and they don't say anything.
Aaron starts to sing.
"Come with me,
And you'll be
In a world of pure imagination..."
Carson vaguely remembers a quote, he can't remember who said it. But it was about how true friends are able to sit together without talking and still feel comfortable.
He quietly hums along with Aaron's singing and smiles.
I actually got inspired to do this one because I have a prompt that's the morning after Caaron's first time. Which I intended to do. But then this happened instead because it just... it just did.
other caaron firsts
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When Carson wakes up, the first thing he thinks is that he wants to die. Or maybe that's exactly what's happening, since the pain in his head surely means it's splitting open. Maybe soon he won't be alive anymore, and he won't have to feel this headache, and oh what a welcome relief that would be.
He rolls over and hears a groan. A groan that's not his.
And he's not even in his own bed.
He opens his eyes (oh, Jesus, the sun fucking hurts) looks over, slowly, slowly, so as not to move his head too quickly, and sees Aaron laying next to him. Aaron, laying there shirtless.
A party. That's what the hell happened. A party with alcohol, where Aaron convinced Carson to come (he remembers explaining to Malerie, "He can be very persuasive.") Then there were drinks, and Carson thought he'd at least try one before he graduates high school.
But then he had another.
And another.
And after a few, it really becomes easier to just keep drinking.
So now he's in someone else's bed, only wearing his boxers, and laying next Aaron Christopherson.
Aaron groans again and covers his face with his hands. "The sun. Why is the sun so bright?"
Carson racks his brain, tries so hard to remember. Did they do anything? He remembers laughing. He remembers stumbling up the stairs. He remembers opening the bedroom door...
"Aaron," he snaps.
Aaron whimpers and buries his face in his pillow. "Why are you yelling at me?"
"Aaron, what happened last night?"
"Drinking. Too much drinking. Why did you let me do that?"
Ok, so either he hasn't quite caught up to what situation they're in or he doesn't care. "Please tell me you're wearing pants?"
He finally looks at Carson, his hair in complete disarray, and looking thoroughly confused. "Of course, Carson. I don't sleep naked. At least not when I have company." He buries his face in his pillow again.
Ok. "So... we didn't... do anything last night?"
"No," Aaron says, his voice muffled by the pillow, and Carson feels immense relief wash through him. "But you wanted to."
"I did not."
Aaron turns his head and hugs the pillow, keeping his eyes closed. "Don't worry, man, I won't let our first time be like that, all drunk and stupid and on a whim."
Carson rolls his eyes. "We're not going to have a first time, Aaron, we're not even a couple."
"Not yet."
"Not ever."
Aaron opens one eye and peeks up at Carson. "My head hurts, can we finish arguing about this later?"
Carson sighs. Lately Aaron has been on this when-we-get-together thing. Normally he would get frustrated with Aaron's comments about this and leave as quickly as possible. But his head hurts. The bed is warm and soft and really all he wants to do is go back to sleep.
So he puts a pillow between himself and Aaron, to make sure they each have their designated sides of the mattress. Then he rolls over, closes his eyes, and he's asleep again in seconds.
plantflowers said: I want their first hand holding drabble:）
Ok that's adorable.
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A lot of people are intimidated by Carson. A lot of people avoid him like the damn plague. He doesn't mind. In fact, he kind of prefers it. That way they'll all stay out of his way. He's not used to people high fiving him or fist-bumping him or hugging him or patting him on the back. He has his personal space and he likes it.
But then there's Aaron. Aaron seems to love touching Carson. He'll lean in close to whisper something to him in the hallway or bump shoulders with him or nudge him after he's told a joke. He's even hugged Carson a couple times, which was stiff and awkward, but Aaron keeps doing it anyway. Aaron just sort of bulldozed right through Carson's personal space and reminded him that sometimes it's actually nice to be touched.
Not that he'd ever admit it, of course.
They go to the movies one day, on Aaron's insistence that he wants to see Carson have some fun on his weekend. So they go see something of Aaron's choosing and Carson is left wondering if it's supposed to be a date.
He convinces himself that no, surely it was just a friends thing. Even if Aaron did insist on paying for both their tickets. And the popcorn and soda.
Halfway through the movie (some comedy that's actually not so horrible), Carson feels something touch his hand. His first instinct is to jerk his hand back, but when he looks over, it's just Aaron, carefully watching out of the corner of his eye as he nudges Carson's hand gently with his.
"What?" Carson whispers.
Aaron pulls his hand back suddenly. "Nothing."
A few seconds later he starts doing it again.
"Aaron, what?"
He shakes his head in a never-mind gesture and stops, looking back to the movie.
But then he does it again.
"Do you want the armrest or something?" Carson snaps.
"We can share it," Aaron tells him. He slips his arm under Carson's and laces their fingers together.
Carson stares at their hands for a minute, not sure what to do exactly. He's never been in this situation before. He's never even considered needing to deal with something like this. But as he starts to relax a little, he realizes it's definitely not uncomfortable, especially with the way Aaron is rubbing the back of Carson's hand gently with his thumb.
Carson settles back into the chair to watch the movie and thinks Ok, maybe it is a date after all.
Ok, I had a thought of this while I was writing the last Caaron drabble and just had to write this one out cause it's cute in my head and I want you all to know about it...
Other Caaron Firsts
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Carson gets very focused at times. When he's writing, he hunches his back, leans in close to the screen, and tunes out the world. There have been many times he's started writing while the sun was still up, but then next thing he knows, he has a crick in his neck, his eyes burn, and he has no idea how long it's been dark outside.
He knows it drives Aaron crazy. "You know, this is why you need glasses," he says. "It's not good for you to be staring at the computer screen for so long. Take a break, walk around, drink some water. Are you even listening to me?"
"Huh?"
"Of course not."
He doesn't ignore Aaron on purpose. He supposes he should be thankful that Aaron cares so much that he brings food on nights when he stays in the classroom late (so, pretty much all of them). But Carson can't help but feel a little annoyed every time Aaron breaks his concentration to remind him to do trivial things like eat. He looks at Aaron and knows he means well, but his mind is still on the article he's trying to write.
It always takes Aaron several attempts to break Carson from his concentration. He can hear him,
"Carson."
"Hm..."
"Carson."
"Mm-hm..."
"Carson!"
"Fuck, what?"
And then Aaron tells him it's getting close to midnight, maybe he needs to head home, get some sleep. Or he announces he brought tacos and holds up a paper bag full of food. Or he simply says, "I just wanted to make you look away from the screen for a second. You're gonna make yourself blind by the age of thirty."
To which Carson replies, "That's ok, I'll be rich enough to retire by then anyway."
It isn't till late one Friday night, when Carson is trying to put the last pieces of the Literary magazine together, that Aaron finds a way to pull Carson from his thoughts on the first try.
He's once again typing away, probably too close to the screen, but he doesn't really care, when Aaron walks in. Carson is aware of his presence, knows he's walking around the room, knows he's talking. He makes the occasional noise of affirmation, hoping that will hold Aaron off for a bit before he interrupts him (he knows it's coming, he knows. How much can he get done before Aaron bothers him?)
He doesn't notice, though, when Aaron walks around to stand behind him.
And then he feels something warm and light tickle the back of his neck. A kiss. Aaron kissed the back of Carson's neck.
Carson sits up straight, his mind suddenly completely blank. He turns, looks up at Aaron, who looks exhausted. "It's late," he says.
Carson nods, suddenly feeling it too and wanting nothing more than to sleep. "Yeah. You need a ride home?"
Aaron smiles. "Yeah. Whenever you're finished."
Oh. Carson looks at his computer screen. He forgot. He actually forgot. His mind just blanked and he can't bring himself to care anymore tonight.
"I can finish the rest tomorrow," he says. He shuts down the computer, picks up his bag, and he and Aaron walk out to his car together holding hands.
Anon prompted: The first time Caaron talk about having sex.
Other Caaron Firsts
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"Are you a virgin?"
The question catches Carson so off guard he actually looks away from his computer and takes off his glasses to stare at Aaron. "Excuse me?"
"Are you a virgin?" he repeats.
Carson gives Aaron an are-you-an-idiot look and says, "Who the hell do you think I would have lost my virginity to?"
Aaron shrugs. "I don't know, I just didn't want to assume I guess."
Carson refrains from rolling his eyes, something he's been trying to do less since they got together, and puts his glasses back on to turn back to his computer.
But apparently the conversation isn't over. "So... that's a yes?"
"Yes, Aaron, I'm still a virgin."
"Well do you think we'll ever have sex?"
"Oh, my God, close the door," Carson snaps.
Aaron looks surprised but stands up. "I didn't mean right now, but ok."
This time Carson doesn't refrain from rolling his eyes. "I mean because we're not having this conversation with half the student body walking past my open classroom."
"Oh, right," Aaron closes the door with a snap, the sound of the hallway immediately becoming muffled, and sits back down. "So... will we?"
"Well... do you want to?"
"Carson," Aaron laughs a bit, "I'm a teenage boy and incredibly attracted to you, of course I want to."
It's weird hearing someone tell him they want him. Carson doesn't think he'll ever get used to it.
When Carson doesn't reply, Aaron asks, "Do you want to?"
"I don't know," Carson shrugs, "I haven't really thought about it."
That's a lie. Carson has thought about it. A lot. Well, a lot more than he ever planned to think about it at least. It's hard not to when Aaron wears those tight jeans and always stands so close, so Carson can smell him and God, his scent does things to Carson. They say scent is the strongest memory trigger and lately every time Carson gets a whiff of that smell, that cologne mixed with some underlying smell that's just Aaron, Carson remembers last week. Last week, in Aaron's bed, Aaron underneath him, and Carson never thought he would crave someone so much that he feels like he can never get close enough to them.
"You haven't thought about it at all?" Aaron asks, pulling Carson out of his thoughts.
He pauses. Then, "Not.... really?"
Aaron smiles.
Carson frowns. "Ok, fine, I've given it some thought. A little."
"It's ok if you don't want it," Aaron says, suddenly growing serious. "I don't want to pressure you. I just... it would be nice if we talked about it, so we know we're on the same page... you know, with expectations and stuff."
Carson picks up a pencil and twirls it in his fingers just to have something else to look at. "It's not that I don't want it. I'm a teenage boy too..." and I'm very attracted to you as well he thinks of saying. But no, he's not even ready to say something like that yet, let alone do anything about it. "But this is my first time even being in a relationship. At least you've had a girlfriend before--"
"Dating Vicki for three days in second grade hardly counts as having a relationship."
"It's still more than anything that I've had. Anyway, it's not that I don't want..." you, "... I'm just not ready yet. We kiss and call each other boyfriends. Can't that be enough? For now?"
Aaron smiles and looks so understanding. "Of course."
He turns his attention back to the notebook open in front of him as Carson wonders when he started becoming such a sap.
"I hate doing dishes," Carson moans as he looks forlornly over at the sink.
Aaron immediately gets up from the table and goes over to them. "I'll do it, I don't mind."
"Aaron, this isn't even your house."
"But it's your house and your dishes and I love doing things for you so."
He turns his back on Carson and starts filling the sink up with water and soap. Carson sits there, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that someone is doing something for him. Someone is doing something for him for the sole purpose of making him happy. It's something Aaron has done every day since they got together, even for a while before they officially became a couple. He goes out of his way with the comment that he just wants to make sure Carson smiles at least once every day.
It's cheesy. But it works.
Carson chuckles a bit and says, "I knew I decided to keep you around for a reason."
Aaron turns to him for a moment to smile and say, "I'll do your dishes forever if it means that's how long you'll keep me around."
Carson freezes for a moment, wondering how serious Aaron's being about this forever talk. He thinks about it, imagines Aaron being around all the time, making jokes and being there to talk to. Always doing that thing he does when Carson has been working for hours, and he brings dinner, saying, "You don't even remember the last time you ate, do you?" And when Carson is forced to stop and think about it, he realizes he doesn't and he's starving. He realizes that might not be such a bad thing to have around forever.
