Can we get another bromantic moment for our two dads? Maybe some friendly flirts infront of their children.
Oh my god these two are so dumb, let's DO it.
"Papi, you almost ready?"
Mirabel and Camilo were the only ones who were available to go swimming today. Which neither minded, truth be told Camilo and Mirabel were not only overdue for time with one another, but time alone with their dads. Though, Agustín was currently wasting it in the dressing room. Whatever he was wearing must've been difficult, because Félix just came back from getting drinks, and Agustín still wasn't ready.
"Alright, drinks for you kids, and some beers for me and Agustín. Where is he? Did he start swimming without us?"
Camilo huffed, gesturing towards the changing rooms.
"He hasn't finished getting dressed yet. He might be dead. If so, I get his glasses."
Félix raised a brow as he looked at the door. He gave it a bit of a knock.
"Agustín? You good there, hombre?"
"I'm fine! I just. Kinda realized I never bought a new swimsuit since like, high-school. And boy do they NOT fit the same. I feel fat."
"Feel fat-bro you did NOT just say that to me, an actual fat man. Hold on kids, gimme a second."
Agustín yelped as Félix forced the door opened. Mirabel and Camilo shot each other a look as they drank their juices.
"You ever think it's weird how your dad just keeps finding reasons to go into rooms where dudes are changing?"
"Think it's weird that your dad is such a bottom that he doesn't stop him?"
"Good point."
Félix and Agustín finally got out of there, and Agustín was finally dressed, at least.
"You don't think I should wear a shirt or something?"
"Dude, actually shut up. We look good! We look hot!"
Ever since Mirabel had known them, Félix had always been close with Agustín. Close enough for it to be a little...well. Sus. Félix wrapped an arm around Agustín's waist, keeping him close to his side. His grin was telling him he was expecting something, and Agustín rolled his eyes.
"No, we're not doing that, especially not in front of the kids."
"Aw come on! Come ooooon!"
His fingers trailed up Agustín's side, which was something he always did to try to coax something out of his buddy. Agustín looked hesitant, before he sighed, and just came out with it.
"Fine, fine. You're my hombre."
"Aw come on, that was weak! You got pipes, I hear you and Julieta at night, gimme some of that!"
Mirabel wish she could transform like Camilo, and get the hell out of here, because these two were totally embarrassing. Félix made kissy faces at Agustín, and Agustín snorted as he pushed his face away.
"Okay okay, grueso! You're my hombre-ew! You STILL do that?!"
Agustín pulled his hand away from Félix's mouth, shaking the spit off. Félix licking Agustín's fingers was more common than you'd think. Félix grinned as he let go of him, grabbing the cooler full of drinks and motioning towards the lake.
"Right between the finger crotch, same as always. Now come on, let's go before it gets too cold!"
Agustín motioned for the kids to follow them, while he followed Félix. Mirabel looked at Camilo, both of their brows raised.
"I hate that we find that normal now."
"You know what they say, nothing is gayer than two straight buddies. Come on, let's go before they start some weird butt stuff."
The family has accepted that these two were close, especially Camilo and Mirabel. They followed them to the water, and Mirabel didn't hesitate to cannonball right after her dad and tìo. It was a perfect sunny day, and the water was perfectly cold. Mirabel poked out of the water, just in time to have a ball thrown at her forehead.
"W-hey!"
"Look alive, cuz!"
Camilo was smirking like an absolute ass, ball in hand. Where he found a ball in the middle of a swimming spot, she had no idea. Camilo was about to throw it, when a ball hit HIM in the head, courtesy of Agustín. Félix whooped, high fiving his buddy.
"Ha! NICE! You still kept that arm after highschool!"
Mirabel looked around her, and sure enough, everyone had a ball but her.
"That's not fair! Where'd you guys even GET those?"
"We've always HAD balls, stupid-ow! I'm your SON!"
Félix had thrown his ball at his head now, and Camilo got a second hit when Mirabel used that same ball to hit his shoulder. Félix grinned as he leaned over to high five Mirabel, swiping his ball back.
"That's my girl! You got your papi's arm-"
He was interrupted as Agustín threw the ball at HIS head, a grin on his face.
"And you gave Camilo your big head, perfect for throwing things at."
Félix gawked at him, as if the betrayl shook him to his core.
"Oh! Betrayed by my own brother! Oh! My poor heart! That's it, you wanna play, let's play! Say uncle!"
"No no no, come on Félix-!"
Félix managed to get his hands on Agustín, and dunked his head under the water. Agustín cried out in mercy, but tried to get Félix under the water simultaneously. They were a bumbling, fumbling mess of playfulness. It would've been sweet, fun to watch even, if Camilo didn't immediately start shit back up again with throwing a ball at her head. She huffed, and immediately grabbed a ball for retaliation.
"YOU say uncle!!"
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The sun was starting to set now. The crowd of people were thinning out, as it was starting to get darker. Félix and Agustín sat there on the cooler he brought, just admiring the view. Félix loved the summer, the setting sun looked perfect amongst the trees. The water was always perfect, and they got to spend time with the kids. Félix nudged his buddy, getting him to look at their little shits.
Camilo was passed out from his sugar crash, popsicle stick somehow still in his mouth, with his cousin also asleep, head on his shoulder.
"They had fun today, being little assholes."
"They did. I'm glad you talked me into coming. It's just like old times. You remember our last pool party?"
Félix grinned as he continued to nibble on what was left of the frozen treat in his hands.
"The one where everyone ended up stripping because you lost your swim trunks in the water?"
"The same one where my mom saw you naked and passed out, yes."
"Oh your poor mom. Swear she can't even look me in the eyes anymore."
Agustín gave him a bit of a nudge. Beer in hand, hair wet and climging to his face, smiling. It was like they were teenagers again.
"She should've done your method, stare at it for a minute until it's normal."
"Only works with guys, can't do it with women. I've tried."
"I'm so scared to ask- how many guys have you made look at your dick?"
Félix had to think about that for a second, and Agustín was sitting there, trying not to bust up laughing.
"I mean. Honestly whenever we were in the locker room, I tried to have it hang free. By day three, everyone was so used to it, me being in a towel was WEIRD."
"That is. A LOT of men, Félix, I can't-"
"Don't get jealous that I was talk of the town. And don't forget, yours was seen too."
"Because you kept stealing my towels-oh my god is THAT why you did it?"
Félix pulled him into a side hug, proud as proud could be.
"EXACTLY. You're welcome. I always got your back. Have been since the beginning."
Agustín knew better than to fight the hug, just accepting the contact.
"Yeah, you have. And I'm really, really lucky that we ended up where we're at. Imagine us not marrying who we ended up marrying. Now, we live together, with great kids."
"Eh, kinda great. I'll trade you Camilo for Mirabel."
"Throw in Dolores, and I'll think about it."
"Oh fuck you dude."
He gave his buddy a squeeze, and it felt good, getting them both grinning as much as they were. He was about to shoot another offer, when a woman butted in. She wasn't from around her, and 'tourists' have been more common around here lately.
"Excuse me? Are those two your kids?"
She gestured to the snoozing pair right beside them, and Agustín nodded.
"Si, those are ours. Why?"
"Oh I just wanted to say they look precious! Didn't know you could be so progressive around here! Anyhow, have a good one!"
They looked confused at each other, unsure of what she meant. That is, until Félix heard the lady call out to her friend about 'the gay couple over there'. They let it soak in for a minute, before they just ROARED in laughter. Something about this was just too damn funny, it made Félix tear up.
"Oh my god, wait, wait, she had to have thought YOU were the bitch!"
"H-hey! No! Why do I get to be the bitch?!"
"Because you whine like one! Come on, who's my bitch?"
"NO, NOT AGAIN, ASSHOLE-!"
Félix grabbed his head in a headlock, and kept him from running away from the situation. He tried to run away though, really he did, thrashing around like some sort of barn cat. Didn't matter though, Félix ALWAYS won.
"Come on! Say it! I'm not gonna let go till you say it!"
"Félix get off!"
"That's not how we play the game! Come on! Say it!"
"Never!!"
Agustín would say it after a minute. But Félix knew he would never get sick of his bro. Ever.
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