Requested by the lovely momocircus ;D

I wasn't entirely sure what to do with this one but hey!!!! It came out pretty nice. ((idk how to write mini im sorry xD))

Mini/Marcel/Moo it is!!
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"Ow! Marcel, you twat! Keep your hands off my ass!"

"Aw, come on, Mini! You're always going on about how nice your ass is! I'm just appreciating the beauty of it! C'mon Brock, back me up here! You like Mini's ass too, right?"

Brock looks back and forth between the two of them, then chuckles and nods.  "Yeah, Craig's got a nice ass. I guess you could say he's got a nice ass-et with him, huh?" He grins cheekily and watches the other two for a reaction.

Craig and Marcel both stare at Brock for a moment, before Marcel bursts into laughter as Craig shakes his head. He pushes past his two boyfriends, and into the park's entrance. "Come on, you pun-loving fucks. Get in here before I take my ass and leave." Despite the stern voice, Craig has a little smile on his face as he gestures for them to come over to him.

Brock runs up to Craig, grabbing his hand, and then holding the other out to Marcel. "Yeah! Come on, Marcel! The pond is this way! You guys promised me we would go look at the ducks!"

Marcel sighs softly, a fond look in his eyes as he takes Brock's hand. "You're lucky you're so fucking cute, you know."

"What?" Craig gasps. "Am I not cute? Marcel, how could you? After all we've been through?" He tugs Brock closer to him, wrapping his arm around Brock's waist. "Fuck you, okay? We don't need you."

Brock giggles and nods. "We'll be fine without you. I have the car, and Craig has the house keys."

Marcel smirks at them and pulls his wallet out, waving it around. "Well, I'm the one buying ice cream for y'all. So you guys better pucker up or else you're not getting anything."

There was a moment of silence between the three, before Craig whispers into Brock's ear. And then, with no warning, Craig drags Marcel in for a kiss, sweet and passionate. Marcel is quickly lost in the kiss, wrapping his arms around Craig's waist. He smiles into the kiss, and when he pulls away, he quietly takes hold of his lover's hands, kissing one gently.

That was when he felt a hand slide into his pocket, snatching his wallet with very poor stealth skills. He turns around, only to see a laughing Brock running away with his wallet, Craig quickly taking off after him.

"Wha- what in the... Moo! Mini! Why?!" Marcel watches the others run off a short distance, only to stop and turn back to look at him. Pouting, Marcel folds his arms and stares back at them.

It's Brock who gives in first, holding his arms out wide to Marcel with an apologetic smile on his face. "Marcel, please? I'm sorry... I'll even get you ice cream to make it better," he insists.

Marcel raises an eyebrow. "With my money? Yeah, sure." He then walks up to Brock, hugging him quickly before moving in front of them. When he spots the pond, he points to it and nods. "I'll race you guys! Last one there's a loser!"

He sprints off, laughing as he hears Brock and Craig crying out after him. His laughter quickly fades, however, as he sees Brock whiz past him. The shock only turns to concern as Brock nears the pond, with no signs of slowing down.

"Moo? Moo! Slow the fuck down, you're gonna-"

"Oh! Fuck!" Brock gives a surprised cry as he slips and falls into the pond, causing his two boyfriends to forget everything about their race and instead rush to his side.

Craig pulls him out while Marcel begins to bombard him with his concerns. "What the fuck were you thinking? You know how slippery the ground gets by the pond! Are you okay? God, I swear, if you get sick Brock I'm not gonna do crap for you."

Brock simply laughs and shrugs, wiping a wet curl off his face. "I was so fast there! Did you see that?! I almost did a backflip," he laughs.  "Really, though, I'm okay. Just a bit wet, but that's pretty normal. That's what happens whenever I'm around you guys, I mean."

Craig snickers and pulls Brock up, while Marcel has to resist slapping himself. "Oh my god, Moo. You nearly died and you're making sex jokes. Why am I dating two idiots?"

"Because you love us, Marcel. And we love you too," Brock announces, an innocent smile on his face. He kisses both Craig and Marcel on the cheek, still with a goofy grin on his face.

"Come on, you cheesy fuckers. There's a playground over there, and it only has one swing. And there's no way I'm letting some kid take the swing from me." Craig begins to pull the both of them in a new direction, making the others laugh.
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"So we're still getting ice cream, right Marcel? Craig?" Brock nuzzles himself further into Craig's chest, clearly enjoying the ride he had been offered. He was about to fall asleep any second now, how the hell did he plan on staying up for ice cream?

"Moo, baby, you're soaked and probably sick by now. We're not taking you into an ice cream shop if you look like you just crawled out of a fucking sewer." Marcel pats Brock's head gently, running his hand through his hair.

Brock pouts, sighing sadly and closing his eyes. Craig chuckles softly and shakes his head at Brock's reaction, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "It's okay. We can do it tomorrow, when you're not soaking wet."

Brock doesn't even respond, having already fallen asleep. Marcel and Craig share a smile with each other, walking in silence that only lasts until Marcel realizes something.

"Min, the ice cream shop is closed tomorrow. It's always closed on Sundays."

Craig shrugs. "I know. But it made him happy. We'll just go out and buy some. Besides, that way I don't have twenty people judging my ice cream choices, only two people."

Marcel tries to hold back a laugh, as to not wake Brock. "Yeah, who the fuck puts chocolate chips and strawberries in mint ice cream? Who even gets mint in the first place?"

Craig huffs and turns away. "Fuck you, Marcel." Despite the stern look on his face, there's not a hint of anger in his voice.

"I love you, Mini," Marcel hums.

Craig smiles a bit to himself and nods. "I love you too. And Brock."

"Brock, we love you!" Marcel says loudly.

The only response they get is a soft snore, but the smile on Brock's face tells them all they need to know.