>>"Nagron (AU) taking a bath together? <3 :p"
asdfasdf i’m setting this in my favorite mental au and that’s my modern-long-distance-relationship au which involves nagron skyping a lot and being cute in pjs
"Cat was not pleased when I locked him out," Agron said, crossing to the tub where Nasir was already waiting, hair piled messily in a bun on top of his head, eyelids drifting shut - Agron allowed himself a long moment just to admire the gorgeous picture his boyfriend made, before realizing he was totally allowed to put his hands all over that. ”Move it or lose it,” Agron instructed a split second later, tugging his shirt over his head and mindlessly kicking off his boxers with little finesse.
"Cat’s just gonna have to deal with sharing you now that I’m in town," Nasir murmured, already half melted in relaxation, even as he scooted forward to allow Agron to slide in behind him, the steaming water sloshing slightly as it was displaced by Agron’s less-than-graceful entry into the tub. Agron wasted no time in tugging Nasir against him, his back pressed to Agron’s chest, their hands tangled together where they sat on Nasir’s belly. "I claimed you first."
"You’ve got priority," Agron agreed, burying his nose in Nasir’s hair, letting the stress of the past few Nasir-less months seep out of him as they curled close, reveling in the fact that Nasir was his and his alone for the next few weeks. "I’ll remind him later."
>>"Watching the Olympics and you already wrote figure skating, so how about snowboarders AU! Slopestyle, half-pipe, either/or, both WHICHEVER YOU WANT. But the snowboarders are always the chillest people at the Olympics and I wanna picture Agron flipping himself around and Nasir's beautiful hair hanging out his helmet mmmmm. :)"
ahHHHHHHHHHHHHH shut up you’re perfect this is a perfect prompt sNOWBOARDING IS MY FAVORITE this is inspired by the cuties of the men slopestyle event
Nasir is waiting for him at the bottom of the hill after his run, perched idly on the padded barrier between the agony wall - the spot where the boarders have to wait to receive their scores instead of sitting down like normal people - and the spectators. Agron only caught the tail end of Nasir’s run a few minutes earlier when he was waiting for his own turn, but he knows it was definitely medal-solid - and by the smug grin on Nasir’s face, he knows it too.
Nasir’s wearing the dumb beanie Agron gave to him last night for luck (and because he gets the worst fucking helmet hair and looks like such an idiot for hours afterwards) and Agron gently knocks him upside the head with a clumsy mittened hand after clicking out of his board and waving to the crowd cheerfully.
"You know they only call you a big air specialist because of how high off the ground you have to get to clear that giant frame of yours," Nasir says the second Agron draws close enough to hear him without shouting over the spectators, his dark eyes dancing even as he thuds a solid approving punch to Agron’s shoulder - Agron knows that means he fucking nailed his run.
"My air’s not the only thing that’s big," Agron says, waggling his eyebrows and dimpling hard, avoiding Nasir’s retaliatory headslap with ease - seconds later, the cameras swoop in to catch their immature mitten slap fight, both of them laughing. The only thing the cameras don’t see is Nasir’s mouth, shaping the words I know with wicked intent and Agron knows that, gold medal or not, tonight’s gonna be real fun.