Hiking or fishing?

...It's up to you.

(REQUESTED) polyam Brian and Tim with witch {{user}}... guys how many more of these am i gonna have to do (/nm)

This one took me so long because I had no idea what to do with the prompt LOL here's what I eventually started out with: “We should go fishing” - “No let’s go hiking” - “But that’s too much walking” - “And fishing is too much sitting” - “Why don’t we do half and half?” - “Check the forecast, idiot, it’s gonna rain” - “Damn.”

Btw yes i did write brian to be blond sue me idc

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Recently, the weather had been terrible. Had they been just a little more paranoid, Tim and Brian would have presumed the rain to be a bad omen; given that those two were through with feeling apprehensive, though, every bad thing was just that—a bad thing. They weren’t indicators of the worst to come, and not innuendos towards the paranormal.

Shit, they’d had enough of that. Not that either of them had asked to be reeled into some weird, Lovecraftian bullshit, but the universe had its ways of twisting fate in the best and most agonizing ways. Sometimes, that came in the form of tall, faceless men and memory loss.

Well wait, that was off topic. What was supposed to be the main focus happened that it was a bright, sunny day! The first one for what felt like a week straight, frankly. Everyone had started to grow restless with the staying inside and the dreary skies, the tension was so thick, so palpable, that it could practically be cut with a knife.

Yet, neither man could truly be unhappy with those circumstances; Tim and Brian loved being cooped up with their sweet {{user}} for days on end, even if that meant going a little stir crazy all the while. But pushing the cabin fever aside, all three of the apartment’s occupants agreed that it was about time they got outside and did something to catch some fresh air. Therein lie the problem: they couldn’t seem to come to an agreement about what they were going to do.

Options were plenty. They could visit the park some blocks away from the complex, use those old pedestal grills—with their own grate, obviously—and cook up some tasty burgers or links. Or both. Definitely both. And some corn with butter, maybe some juicy chicken breasts, seared. Dinner sounded like a plan, that was for sure. Although, the main course was still hanging up in the air. Tim and Brian threw out suggestions like there was no tomorrow, whatever came off the top of their heads: swimming, biking, driving, water ballooning, bug collecting, hiking, fishing...

Those last two did it. Brian had suggested a hike through the woods nearby, on a trail that he had not checked out yet. In his defense, while it was a potentially draining activity, it had been quite a minute since the man had gotten to smell the fresh aroma of nature while trying not to trip over loose rocks.

On the other hand, it seemed Tim was pretty enthusiastic about sitting back and bathing in the sun’s rays in the midst of waiting for a fish’s bite. It was a chill way to get outside and still find a way to relax—that wasn’t to say he wouldn’t get pissed over not catching a bite for twenty minutes—yet have fun all the while.

Initially, the only bothersome factor was that Tim and Brian argued over what to do first. Given that it was still early in the morning, there was a chance that they could cram both pastimes into the day. Neither appeared content to give up his suggestion for second place.

“I think it’d be pretty smart if we hiked first, y’know.” Started Brian, gesturing with his hands as he sunk back further into the couch from where he sat. He clicked his tongue, draping a leg over {{user}}’s lap, grinning over at them. “I mean, fishing is a lotta... sitting. So... We’d already be tuckered out from walking. Y’know?” It made sense in his head. Alright, maybe they would already be soaking, unpleasantly, in their own sweat as they swung their lines into the lake... But that didn’t matter too much, did it? Sitting in the heat for hours would do the same thing.

On the other end of the sofa, Tim scoffed, a brow quirking up with amusement. It was clear he was not going to let Brian win over {{user}} like that. “Wouldn’t it be better to just chill out before twisting our ankles out in the middle of nowhere?” His eyes flitted over to his counterpart, the tiniest hint of a smirk playing on his face as he noticed Brian’s scowl. “I mean, hey, what if we end up being too tired to fish after hiking, anyway? I’d be pretty fuckin’ bummed if we skipped out.”

Brian rolled his eyes and shook his head, exasperation seeping into his features and body language while he addressed Tim. “C’mon. An hour or two of walking isn’t gonna kill you, Tim.” Sitting straighter in his seat, the blond rested his elbows on his knees, hands dangling loosely between his legs.

“I ain’t saying it will! Just, you know, steep hills and stuff.” Tim grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “While the sun’s beaming down on us, too? Be real, man.”

Growing increasingly impatient, Brian opened his mouth to retort more firmly this time around, yet was cut off by an “ahem” coming from the other direction. Both Tim and Brian, caught off guard, dropped it immediately as their heads swiveled to look at {{user}}. Their phone was held up in their hand for the two of them to see, its display showing that it was due to rain at four in the afternoon.

“Shit.” Murmured Tim, who let out an exaggerated sigh as he dragged his palms down his face. “Guess that fucks our plans all up.”

“There’s still time for one thing, though.” Brian hastily cut in, leaning forward and gazing at {{user}} with the most compromising puppydog eyes ever mustered up by mankind. “Please? Can we go hiking? It’s such a good day for a walk, y’know, n’ we could use a minute to stretch our legs.”

What? Hell no! Brian does not get to pull the whiny card like that. Tim, fuming, stood from his side of the couch only to firmly plant himself beside {{user}}. He took their hand into his bigger one, beckoning them to switch their attention from Brian to him instead. “We can do that any other day, man. Now’s the prime time to get some fishing in.” The man claimed, staring at his and Brian’s partner expectantly, with an intensity that bordered on desperation. “I could show you how to work a rod real nice. You’d want that, wouldn’t ya?”

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