#rathermoreimpressive

Geoff ruffled his hair as he came out of the bedroom.

As he made a beeline for the closet in the hall, Gavin called from the living room, "What are you looking for?"

"I can't find my sweatshirt," Geoff answered, huffing as he flung the door open. He searched through the colorful hangers with coats and jackets on them, pushing them aside one by one. "I'm leaving for New York in the morning."

Gavin's voice was softer as he answered, "I thought that was next week."

"No next week Ryan and Michael are going to Jersey to see his parents," Geoff replied. He paused after a moment, taking a few steps back to look into the living room. "Why do you say that like you know where my sweatshirt is?"

There was no answer. Gavin just slid down until even his head had disappeared from Geoff's view. The older man huffed as he walked into the living room. He paused when he stood between the TV and Gavin, the game behind him still roaring with sound.

Gavin was sitting on the couch in the sweatshirt in question. A pair of blue basketball shorts just peeked out of the bottom.

"I was cold," Gavin murmured meekly.

"And you didn't give it back when I asked for it, why?" Geoff questioned. He moved forward, falling onto the couch so he was straddling Gavin's thighs.

Gavin let out a squeak as Geoff tried to lift the sweatshirt off him. "Don't take it! It smells like you."

"So does the bed and the rest of my wardrobe!" Geoff argued, ducking to avoid one of Gavin's arms as the Brit flailed. "New York is cold as shit you know! I'm not freezing because you've decided to be an idiot. I'm only going to be gone a week, you can wear the rest of my clothes for all I care. Just give me the fucking sweatshirt."

Their argument was interrupted by Jack speaking from the doorway, "You know, I only went to get coffee. You could have waited."

Geoff clicked his tongue, "We're not having sex, idiot. He won't give me back my sweatshirt for my trip to New York."

"It's cold!" Gavin put forward. "Jack, come on tell him to let me keep it."

Jack glanced between them before sighing, "Let him keep it until you leave tomorrow. Gavin, be sure to give it back before he goes to the air port."