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install the screws. With the, uh, the electric screwdriver."
    Cal's jaw stayed slack, his mouth formed around a silent 'oh' for longer than a standard script
    beat, as if they needed a reminder that real life isn't scripted. He somehow managed to swallow,
    his Adam's apple bouncing up and down, without closing his mouth, and that wasn't helping
    matters. "Oh. Yeah, sure. I've been..." He snatched the drill off the dresser and the first random screw out of the bag, then started driving the screw through a pre-drilled hole without lining it up
    with anything. "Been dying to try this thing out. Eighteen volts, you know? Biggest one they had
    in the store."
    "You have some sort of fixation on always getting the biggest and the best," Ian said, not really thinking since he was too preoccupied watching Cal screw the side of the aquarium stand into the
    hardwood floor.
    Cal flushed bright red, dropped the drill with a clunk, and started tugging at the board, his
    fingernails white as he bit his lower lip. "Well, I..." he grunted, tugged harder, "I don't like to settle."
    Ian reached over, hit the reverse switch on the drill, raised it up so Cal could see him flip the
    switch back and forth, and turned it on. He laughed as Cal's eyes went crossed, trying to focus on
    the bit head. "Then it's a good thing I'm here," Ian smirked. "'Cause I'm the best of the best."
    Cal snatched the drill and lowered it to the offending screw like he was ready to go to town on
    some rusty screw ass, but paused before turning it on. "Yeah, you are."
    It was so quiet, Ian wasn't sure he'd heard it right. That didn't stop him grinning like a loon. With
    all four cheeks.

    ***
Ian tried. Really, he did. But the big, dorky smile Cal got on his face every time he put a couple
    pieces of wood together and they came out actually looking like the caveman sketches in the
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    instruction manual was downright distracting. Three separate times, Cal asked him to turn the
    page and ended up turning it himself, huffing at Ian in that way that made his bangs flop in front
    of his eyes. Ian didn't even have a good excuse. It wasn't like he could say, "Sorry, man, I was
    too busy looking at your dimples and wondering what they feel like on the inside. Mind if I stick
    my tongue in your mouth and find out for myself?"
    Of course, that was just a hypothetical excuse. He wasn't actually thinking that. Not with his
    upstairs brain, anyway.
    The last few steps in the assembly process required at least three arms to complete, or so said
    Cal, even though the instructions clearly said it was a one-man job. That was how they ended up
    with Ian holding two pieces of wood together, just like the C-clamp in the picture, the one they
    didn't have in their toolbox, because, well, they didn't have a toolbox. Cal was right behind him,
    his arms grappling with the slippery screw and the drill, which would have been a lot easier if the
    drill weren't so big and clunky. Twelve volts was probably way more than they needed for this
    project, but Ian was not about to interrupt Cal's Tim Taylor impersonation. Not so long as Cal
    kept bracing himself against Ian's back and leaning his chin on Ian's shoulder.
    It took Ian a second after feeling a bump against each of his elbows to realize Cal's knees were
    doing the bumping. All the oxygen was sucked from the room pulling Ian's skin tight over his
    skeleton. Holy fuck, he was between Cal's legs, actually between them, like, in the space where Cal kept his... other leg.
    And shit if he wasn't thinking with dramatic pauses again.
    It was actually a pretty well known fact, well known even to Ian himself, that when Ian got
    nervous or anxious in any way, he started talking out of his ass. Of course, knowing he had the
    problem didn't do a damned thing to help him get a handle on it. Since Cal was totally the one
    who had put him in that situation to begin with, he was completely to blame for what happened
    next.
    "Wow, it's our first