A picnic date with GarJon <3
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You want a short (does 1,000+ words count as short??) GarJon fic? A short GarJon fic you shall get!
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Gar couldn’t help but smile in curious amusement, gazing at his boyfriend, who – if he had to guess – enjoys the homemade chicken sandwich in hand by how quickly he's tearing it apart. Between the both of them, it’s Gar who’s sinking his fangs into any meal put in front of him like a starved hyena while Jonathan delicately pokes around at whatever type of salad he chose.
He knows it’s an athlete thing, Jon has to stick to a strict diet, so this might be the first time Gar’s seen his sunny haired partner eat, more than fruit and other small handfuls of other food that is.
When lunch is finished and clean up comes to an end, Gar lays back on the blanket brought to cover the grass and begins to purr loudly when Jonathan returns to their little bubble of relaxation away from the rest of the park and takes a seat next to him.
“Don’t tell my parents I said this, but you cook a lot better than them.. And me.”
Crossing his arms behind his head to create a makeshift pillow, Gar closes his eyes and huffs through his nose. “Well, that’s just one out of the many things you’re better than me at.”
He hears Jon scoff at the statement.
“Come on.” Opening one eye when he felt a gentle prod to his hip, Gar lifted his gaze to Jonathan. Frame outlined by the sun shining above, the curly-blonde was smiling down at him and ice blue eyes sparkled. “Name one thing I’m better than you at.”
“Sports.” Gar replies the moment Jon finished speaking as if he had the answer locked and loaded.
Mouth opened to protest slowly closed before a word was spoken and Jon frowned in presumed thought for a brief moment.
“Okay, yeah, you aren’t the best at football," The blonde young adult averts his gaze elsewhere, scratching stubble on the side of his face. There’s an optimistic glint in his eyes when his focus returns to Gar. "But there’s still, like, a ton of other sports!"
Gar's pointed ear twitched, “If it has a ball, I’m not even going to try.”
The hopeful look on Jonathan’s face disappears, “That’s almost every sport, babe.”
“Exactly." With a groan, Gar pushes himself up from the blanket he’d been comfortably resting on and leans back on his tailbone. "You saw what happened last time I tried to play football." He reminds with a hinted smirk, lifting a hand to run his fingers through the locks of blonde lengthier than normal framing his partner's pierced ear.
Gar knew for a fact the sunny locks won't be this length for much longer. They'll probably be shortened by tomorrow. Jonathan doesn't allow his hair to grow out past a certain point, especially not the sides. It's honestly a little strange that he's leaving the sides long enough for the shapeshifter's fingers to almost be engulfed by blonde curls.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Jonathan's lips parted into an apologetic smile as cheeks began to flush light red. “Sorry, again, about the bloody nose."
Lowering his hand to cup over his boyfriend's upper arm, he gives it a gentle pat of reassurance. "You weren’t expecting me to catch the ball with my face, so I can't fault you." Gar ends with a chuckle, then places his lips to Jon's cheek.
The quick peck on the cheek must have prompted a light bulb to flicker on in the kryptonian's brain because before Gar had the chance to get to his feet and grab a drink from the cooler, Jonathan speaks up and the green haired young adult puts his plan on hold.
“Hey, I just thought of something you’re better at than me at!”
Gar's ear twitched again, "Oh, yeah? What?" He asks with a grin, expecting a joke of some sort.
Blood rushes to Gar's face, causing his ears and cheeks to blush pink when Jonathan leans closer, placing his hands on the young adult's waist, and the answer to Gar's question becomes obvious even without a verbal response. The action spoke louder than words.
To Jon's confusion, Gar pulls back before the kryptonian's lips could touch his and laughs softly as brown eyes gaze into ice blue.
"You do realize that you just admitted that you weren't a good kisser, right?"
Jon blinks, "I did just now, yes."
“I know that's not true,” Gar purred. “So we'll be equal on this one."
Lifting his hands to cradle his boyfriend’s face, Gar’s eyes shut and as he slowly leans forward to connect his lips with his partner's, a muffled ring emits from his front jeans pocket, causing both men’s eyes to shoot open and pause their affection.
Grumbling nonsensical words to himself, Gar pulls away and retrieves his phone from his pocket. What impeccable timing, he so wanted a call right now.
Finger pointed at the phone ringing in Gar's hand, Jon takes a guess. "That's Dick, isn't it?"
"Who else would it be?" Gar replies with a slight growl, glaring at the familiar contact number and name that’s accompanied with it. Dick's routine calls to check up on Gar during his dates only continued to happen at the worst possible times. It’s almost as if the man can sense when Gar’s date is going well and decides to interrupt it deliberately. "He's not a fan of my boyfriend."
Jon raised his eyebrows as he rolled his eyes to the side. "Clearly." He breathed.
Pressing the tip of his finger against the red button opposite to the green, he swipes to the side and puts an end to the continuous ring. Clicking his phone off, Gar’s attention is brought back to his boyfriend when he hears him gasp.
"Whoa, wait! You hung up?”
"Yup.” Gar smiled proudly. “He can wait."
Jonathan tilts his head back, eyes narrowed into a glare of mock suspicion and smirk curving his lips. "Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?"
After rolling his eyes at the comment and tossing his phone to the side, Gar stretches his arms out over Jon’s shoulders and leans forward, closer to his boyfriend until their noses meet, gazing up at the kryptonian through his eyelashes.
Jon chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around his green haired boyfriend's waist and carefully presses his forehead into Gar's.
"About to make Dick hate me more."
Huffing a mini laugh at the accuracy of curly-blonde's response, Gar nuzzles his nose against his partner's, then finally presses his lips to Jonathan's.
