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Construction Site [Monday]

As a new week opened, Fraser's back at the site, hard hat on his head and tool belt around his waist.

"We're making fine progress," he told the workers, "but we've still got a ways to go. Continue working, be safe and take breaks when needed. It's going to be warm today."

There were hard hats (yellow and one pink) and tool belts for the students to equip themselves with.

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Deadpool pouted down at the Mountie, grabbing his shoulders to pin him to the ground. "Stop that! And admit you totally started this!"

"No." He tried to kick his legs and make Deadpool tumble off but that was probably not going to happen.

Not really, no. Strong thigh muscles and all.

It was kinda like that mechanical bull at the bar in Arizona, only without the booze and more gay.

"Admit it!"

"No!" Since he really couldn't do anything physical, he just glared and prepared to wait this out. "I am not your husband! You can't order me!"

"Oh, I am so telling Arashi you think I can order him around, he's going to kick your ass for that!" Deadpool said gleefully.

"At least I'm not married!" Oh yes, good one, Fraser.

Fraser's wit was at it's peek whenever he dealt with Deadpool.

"I'm not married!" He snapped.

"Are too!"

"Nuh-uh! Take it back!"

"No!" Fraser squirmed just because it was all he could do. "You smell like a girl!"

"Do not!" Then it caught up with him what Fraser said. "Wait, what?"

"You smell like a girl," he repeated and then made a face at himself.

Deadpool tilted his head. "So, what you're saying is that you're smelling me now. I thought we talked about this never working."

"You're sitting on me," Fraser pointed out. "It's hard NOT to smell you."

"I can't smell you," Deadpool replied. "Unless you have some crazy Canadian Wolverine sense of smell."

Pause.

"Do you?"

"I like to think my sense of smell is more sharp than others," Fraser said. "It's called being observant."

Deadpool frowned and leaned his head down to try and sniff his chest. He didn't think he smelled girly.

After a moment's pause, he leaned down to sniff Fraser. Nope. Still not girly.

"Is that Old Spice?"

"It's my laundry detergent, most likely," Fraser quipped. "Enjoying smelling me?"

"No, I'm pretty sure that smells like Old Spice," Deadpool replied, still sniffing.

Because he could.

(Hey! Remember when you were still straight?)

SHUT UP. There is nothing wrong with sniffing a guy.

"Are you still sniffing me?" Fraser asked, boggling. "It's not Old Spice!"

Deadpool pulled back. "Don't worry, I won't tell everyone you use Old Spice."

"And I won't tell everyone you're married," he said. "Except I already have. And so has the radio."

"Don't make me kiss you again," Deadpool warned him.

"Because that will do so much for your reputation," Fraser remarked. "You're already sitting on me in public."

"I've sat on a lot of people in public." Wait, that sounded bad. "In a nonsexual way Completely nonsexual."

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