Duck Lake sweet dreams

Having succeeded with tricking Cam, his grin widened once again. The arrogance that he’d had since birth decided to make an appearance, its whispers drifting through his mind. There was no way the other would catch up with him, and no way he’d get the fish. It’d be Xan’s to keep—for as long as he wanted to use it to tease, that is—he was sure. Distracted by his own cockiness, he hadn’t realized that the footfalls behind him were growing louder. When he’d gone to glance over his shoulder at last, it’d been too late, the distance between himself and his playmate having been lost. Not enough of time had followed for him to process what was happening properly, and so down towards the ground had he been made to fall as he was pounced upon. Given the suddenness of it all, he’d loosed a surprised yelped, nearly lost the fish, and then began rolling.

Somehow, despite how many times over he’d gone, Alexander hadn’t let the fish fly from his mouth. He’d held onto it, gathered his bearings, and then worked to turn the attack into his favour. Shifting around, Xan used his weight to slow their rolling, and then acted with every intention of coming out on top from then on. Should he be successful with doing so, he’d then use his body to pin the boy’s down, his chest pressing against Cam’s with the hope of immobilizing him. If he were to fail with doing that, however… well, he’d just hold onto the fish as tightly as he could.