this is for @nanlicia who has been so incredibly sweet and integral to helping me finish my long form fic! I couldn't find a way to work this joke into the fic, so I hope this is sufficient lmao. accept this little drabble as a token of my love!
“Caitlin! Please, if you love me, you will turn the heat up. It’s only 60 degrees out!”
“I know Chris, that’s why I have the air on!”
Derek rolls his eyes. He can hear from his spot on the couch that Chris is yelling from their office, and Cait is calling back from the bedroom. This is the fourth time today Chris and Cait have argued over the thermostat. See, Cait is what Derek likes to call a “hot gay” where she is pretty much always hot unless the temperature is 40 degrees, and he and Chris are cold gays, completely unable to function without a steady 75 degrees. When they first all moved in together, Derek knew this would be a problem. He understands that it’s more fair to keep the house cold to accommodate Cait, since it is way easier to warm up than it is to cool down. Chris understands this too, he just doesn’t give a shit. As such, Nursey tried to enact a rule that the house would stay between 65 and 69 degrees, warm enough that the boys don’t feel like they’re freezing, but cool enough that Cait doesn’t feel like she’s melting. It lasted about a week.
“Oh my God, you guys, chill. We have been over this. It is not fair to expect Caitlin to live in a warm house when we can just use blankets, Chris. And it is too damn cold outside to have the air on Caitlin and you know this. Just turn it off.” Derek says, exasperated.
“Der--,” Chris starts.
“Nurs--,” Caitlin tries.
“I will ground you both, don’t test me.” Derek interrupts.
It’s silent for a moment before Derek hears the air shut off. He smirks to himself as he settles in his corner of the couch and goes back to reading. He’s a few more pages in when he hears the sheepish shuffle of his partners walking into the living room. He puts his book down and waits as they sit on the couch with him, Cait in the middle, Chris in the other corner. Derek notices that Cait is donned only in spandex and a sports bra, and Chris has on a pair of Derek’s old sweats and his favorite Sharks hoodie, and it’s taking all of his willpower not to laugh. Chris turns the T.V. on and starts scrolling through Netflix.
“You two do know that I can’t actually ground you, right?” Derek says after a moment.
“No, but last time you said you were going to ground us neither of us got kissed for a week!” Chris says, indignant.
“It was a terrible week, Nursey, I really don’t want to repeat that.” Cait agrees.
“Sure, but you could have kissed each other.” Derek says, chuckling.
There’s a pause of consideration, and as they look at each other, Derek has a realization: they really didn’t think that was an option. He cracks up, tears rolling down his face, abs aching. His partners must realize how ridiculous that is because they start cracking up too, and God, he loves them so much.
“Derek, I swear to God that never occurred to us.” Cait says, still giggling.
“I really don’t know how we didn’t, we’ve been dating each other way longer than we’ve been dating Nursey.” Chris says.
Derek finally calms down as they discuss back and forth, but his grin is fixed on his face. When he started at Samwell, he never imagined he would live with two of the best people he’s ever known with more love than he ever thought possible. He leans over to kiss his girlfriend in the middle of her sentence, following that up with a few kisses to his boyfriend. They grin at him and he steals the remote, settling in.
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okay this is my all time favorite chapter of this fic so far, and I hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Chris lets Lardo lead him to sit with the others, and he fist bumps Shitty before dropping down next to Nursey and bumping him with his shoulder. They all exchange pleasantries, asking about school and responsibilities and relationships, giggling all the while. They haven’t offered Chris a hit yet but he doesn’t mind much; he’s happy riding the high from his victory and his friends’ intoxicated joy. He watches as Shitty takes a final hit from their bowl and Lardo opens her container, confirming Chris’s suspicions of the contents. She passes it over to Shitty who pulls out a few buds, a wrap, and a grinder, before looking up at Chris and grinning.
