"Yeah man, that'll be wicked sweet an' all," he agreed enthusiastically. "We can make a whole day of it! Go on a picnic and shit!" his dancing was getting more out of control the more excited he got.

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Usually Sim would balk at the idea of a picnic, but sitting in a field with Sam and those tiny sandwiches just seemed too good to pass up. "Picnic's rule!" he yelled, punching the air.

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"Fuck yeah!" Sam agreed enthusiastically. "Picnics are the fuckin' bomb man, and we can make those little sandwiches and get some juice boxes," he said brightly. "And those fuckin' cookies man with the cream in the middle," he giggled and did the only thing he could think to. He flung himself at Sim, wrapping his arms around the other boy's shoulders and resting his chin on Sim's shoulder. "I fuckin' love you man!"

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"I'll cut the crusts off dude! We don't have to fucking eat crusts 'cuz we're badass dudes" Sim yelled, pointing between the two of them franatically.

Sim buried his face into Sam's neck and took in a breath of his perfect scent. "I love you too, bro. It's fuckin' true!"

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Oh my stars, he's gonna cut the crusts off. "You're the perfect man," Sam said sweetly, nuzzling the side of Sim's head. How had he ever missed that?! "I can't believe I got all caught up in girls and their drama when you were there the whole time. The perfect specimen."

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