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"Ready or not, here I come," Connor called, stepping out of the closet and looking around for the only reason he would ever play this childish game.
"Jared, I'm coming for you," he said softly, ducking down to check under the bed. Nothing.
Connor smiled. He knew Jared would give himself away pretty soon, he always did. Going to the curtains to check if Jared was behind them, Connor stopped at the beautiful pinks and oranges spreading across the sky. He hadn't realised it was so late already.
A small giggle came from somewhere, and Connor whipped his head around. "Jare? I heard you. I'm gonna find you."
He tiptoed across the room, following another giggle that came from...
His eyes rested on a pile of dirty clothes. Or were they clean?
Wow, Connor's room was a mess. He sighed and started putting the clothes away. He should clear up the next time Jared came over. Even if the midget acted like he didn't care, Connor knew he liked it when an effort was made.
A pair of blue eyes looked up at him and Connor burst into laughter. "Oh my god... Jared!"
He pulled Jared up out of the laundry pile and hugged him tightly. "Wow, great hiding place babe."
Jared poked Connor's chest. "You took ages to find me though! I'm actually good at this game!"
"Or I'm bad."
"Or that." Jared laughed and buried his head in Connor's chest.
Gods, Jared's laugh. Connor loved no sound more than that. He kissed Jared's forehead. "Another round?"
Jared leaned up and kissed Connor. "Ten," he mumbled as he pulled away for breath. "Nine. Eight."
Connor ignored the counting and kept kissing Jared. How were his lips so soft? He slipped his arms around Jared's waist to hold him close and they were still kissing by the time Jared reached zero.
"Found you."
Connor chuckled. "Yeah, okay. You win then."
