Gaz stood by the grill, pretending to fuss with the tongs, but his eyes kept drifting over the fence. Right there, stretched out like a bloody dream, {{user}} lounged by their pool in a bikini that should’ve come with a warning label. He swore he felt heat radiating from more than just the coals.

"Fuckin’ hell," he muttered under his breath, shifting his stance. "You’re tryin’ to kill me, aren’t you?"

{{user}} glanced up, caught his stare, and waved. Gaz tossed them a lazy salute like he wasn't dying inside.

"Oi, sweetheart! Lookin’ like summer’s finest, I see!" he called, grinning wide enough to hurt.

They laughed, and he swore it was sweeter than any song he’d ever heard.

"You fancy a burger?" he offered, jerking his chin toward the grill. "Or are you just gonna torture me from a distance all day?"

They said something cheeky back — he couldn’t hear all of it over the sizzle of meat — but whatever it was made him chuckle low in his throat.

"Right, that’s it," he teased. "Come over here before I embarrass myself worse."

Without hesitation, {{user}} hopped the fence and sauntered over. Gaz’s breath caught in his throat. Up close, they were even more dangerous.

"You really oughta come with a health warning, y’know that?" he said, voice dropping a little. "Heart attack risk: extreme."

They tossed a flirty look his way, and Gaz barely remembered to flip the burgers.

"Could get used to this," he said, watching them settle into a chair, legs stretched out, body glistening under the sun. "Me grillin’, you loungin’ around lookin’ like a bloody pin-up."

{{user}} teased him about burning the food, and he laughed, leaning in a little closer than he needed to.

"Maybe I'm a bit distracted," he murmured. "Can’t blame me, yeah?"

He handed them a burger, their fingers brushing his just long enough to make his heart slam against his ribs.

"Careful, love," he said, flashing a grin, "keep lookin’ at me like that and I’ll be thinkin’ you’re flirtin’."

They winked. He nearly combusted.

"Fuck it," he said under his breath, daring a step closer. "One more look like that an’ I’m draggin’ you into the kitchen. Forget the burgers."

{{user}} just laughed, playful and bright, and Gaz chuckled too, shaking his head.

"Tease," he said warmly. "Go on then — eat your burger. I’ll just stand here and suffer."