New Fic: Positive Reinforcement

[jackwabbit]

Positive Reinforcment

Fandom: Schitt’s Creek
Rated: PG-13 (one use of language, some implied adult things)
Category: Vignette. David/Patrick. David Being David. Patrick Being Patrick. Humor. Romance.
Word Count: 519.
Time Frame: Open, Any Time After Season Four.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Patrick’s mother once told him that you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. He didn’t understand that saying for many years, but while David is very much not a fly, he gets it now.
Note: Written for the random word prompt of “float.”

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Patrick sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

“David, it’s just mixing two things together!”

“Exactly that,” said David, waving in concession. “No, thank you.”

“But you do that all the time with your coffee!” protested Patrick.

“I’m sorry, but mixing caramel, which is a liquid, by the way, with coffee, another liquid, is completely different,” answered David, gesturing with his hands as only he could.

“You put ice in your drinks,” said Patrick, looking baffled.

“Again, that’s different.”

“How?”

“Ice turns into water. Not,” and here David gestured again, looking disgusted. “Whatever sludge that makes when it melts.”

Patrick sighed again.

“I can’t believe you’re making this a thing.”

“A thing?” said David, whirling on Patrick with eyes wide.

Patrick ignored David’s indignation.

“For that matter, how have you never had this before?”

David looked even more disgusted.

“I’m sorry if I’ve tried to avoid abominations in the past.”

Patrick took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

“David,” he said, giving up on any rational argument.

“Patrick,” said David, as if expecting more.

More, Patrick could do.

“Please? For me?” he asked, giving David his best puppy dog eyes.

“Fine,” huffed David, taking the glass Patrick offered without further comment.

Patrick smirked. David pretended not to notice as he turned away, sipping on the concoction Patrick had given him while pacing around the apartment.

After a moment of silence, Patrick spoke again.

“Well?”

“It’s fine,” said David, waving Patrick off.

Patrick raised his eyebrows at David.

“Fine?”

“Yes! It’s fine!”

“David, it’s okay to admit you were wrong.”

“What? I said it was fine!”

“Just fine? Is that why you’ve already drunk half of it?”

“Oh my God! It’s fucking delicious, okay? Are you happy now?”

Patrick grinned and his eyes shone with delight.

“Yep,” he said, popping the ‘P’ and grinning even wider.

David rolled his eyes. “You’re insufferable,” he said, clamping his lips on his straw and taking another long drink.

Patrick laughed.

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” groused David. “Now, can I get more?” he asked, waving his glass in the air.

“No,” murmured Patrick, coming over and wrapping his arms around David’s waist.

He gently took the now nearly empty glass from David’s hands and set it on the counter, next to his own practically full one.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that!” complained David.

Patrick leaned in and licked a remnant of ice cream off David’s lower lip, expression simultaneously teasing and wicked.

“I’ll make you another one later. Now that you’ve decided you like them and all.”

David grinned.

“You better.”

Patrick chuckled, then kissed David. He tasted of root beer and ice cream, and his mouth was cold. Patrick moaned at the sensation, then pulled back.

“Deal,” he mumbled. “But for now, maybe…”

Patrick didn’t get any farther.

And that was okay.

Because the scorching kiss David laid on him was all the answer he needed.

What was left of David’s first root beer float and nearly all of Patrick’s did indeed turn to sludge.

But the fresh ones Patrick made later that night were all the sweeter for it.

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A/N: I don’t know if we ever see David drinking something like a float in canon, but for the purposes of this story, he’s never had one. I can see that with his upbringing, he missed out on a lot of things, so here we are. Also, food is weird like that. Things one person takes for granted, even within the same region, another can’t conceive of. (For those who might not know what a float is, it’s ice cream in soda/pop, usually root beer, Coke, or orange soda, but sometimes grape juice in the special case of a “purple cow.”) So again, here we are. Hope you enjoyed.