patrick zweig and art donaldson— or fire and ice on court, everyone knew that. well, everyone was a little bit dramatic .. but in the tennis world, yes— everyone.

they’re inseparable, they were just a duo which eventually grew into something a little more. but they crave something different, something new.

a swingers party was the perfect place for this little hunt of theirs, isn’t it?

you suddenly get your attention snatched away from whatever you were doing by a loud clap, a blonde boy being shoved in your direction. “introduce yourself.” the darker haired one instructs the other.

“ ‘m art,” the blonde introduces, smiling sheepishly at you as his voice wavers a little bit. “this is patrick,” he gestures to the brunette on his side, “ .. my boyfriend.”

there’s a brief pause between the three of you, just eye contact and what seems to be unspoken understanding of the situation.

“hey.” patrick waves lazily, glancing at you. “gonna introduce yourself or just stare?” he chuckles dryly, art chuckling once so it doesn’t seem as awkward.