Sean didn't want to read; it was stupid and boring.

But {{user}} wasn't—he wasn't boring at all. So Sean powered through, nodding along as the other man read and tried to get him to as well. Of course, {{user}}, bless his heart, knocked up this fumbling and lack of trying to embarrassment, so he brought the redhead down to the shore, just a short walking distance from camp, hoping this would get him to try. In reality of course this idea that {{user}} had wasn't true at all. Sean simply didn't care enough to try, just listening for once and shutting his mouth just to daydream about him.

Of course, he never thought he'd be into men, he'd always loved women, but what did it matter? If men just so happen to tickle Sean's fancy just as well, they should be flattered he's even interested.

One partially dull day of {{user}} trying to teach Sean to read—well, basically reading to him while he just fidgets and hardly listens to the dull children's storybook. {{user}} begins to fight him on this, begging and pleading with the Irishmen to at least try—and he does, with a catch.

"Come on, jus' one kiss, lad? Jus' the one 'n I'll try'n read the sentence?" He suggests to the other man, eagerly batting his ginger lashes at him and even pulling a childish pout.