#sorrrry

Hi anon! Here you gooooo (Also, I started this like...a couple hours ago but then work, a Starbucks run for the office, work, and chatting with my cowroekrs...so I AM answering drabbles today, just slowly...sorry!) 23. wearing someone’s clothes // 60. sitting in their lap

Eddie knew that living with Buck meant their laundry would be mixed together even more than it already had been (and no, he is not thinking about how actually not normal it is for him and his best friend's laundry to be as combined as it was, thank you for asking). But he hadn't really anticipated what that would mean for him specifically.

They're on day two of four off, which means chore day since they spent majority of yesterday sleeping and ignoring the world. Doing chores with Buck is easy though. He either doesn't mind or prefers the ones that Eddie typically dreads or hates doing. They balance each other out. Again.

The bathroom now clean (three males sharing a bathroom has been...interesting), Eddie decides to venture to the living room to check on Buck and the daunting task of folding the laundry. Maybe he can convince Buck to take a break and make them a snack. Buck is surprisingly strict when it comes to doing their chores and getting them done. Although should Eddie be surprised considering he knows clipboard Buck? Not that Eddie really minds; they get through their chores and then get to actually enjoy their days off rather than Eddie putting them all off and rushing to get them done before he's back at work.

Shaking his head to clear them of those thoughts, Eddie wanders into the living room. And comes to an abrupt stop.

Buck is there. Of course he is. Surrounded by piles of neatly folded laundry, music playing through the speakers. His curls are free and wild, just the way Eddie prefers them, and there's scruff on his jawline. He's got a pair of basketball shorts on that have ridden up around his thick thighs. But what really captures Eddie's attention? The shirt Buck is wearing.

Specifically, the black tank top that used to be a shirt until Eddie cut the sleeves off because he was really hot and frustrated one day by them and then it just because his go to shirt to wear on hotter days.

And now Buck is wearing it.

Buck is wearing Eddie's shirt.

His biceps are huge, emerging from the sides, bulging as he folds one of the shirts from the pile of clothes. When he shifts, the deep cut moves and Eddie catches a glimpse of Buck pectorals, which Eddie secretly refers to as Buck's tits because they might as well be and Eddie's a little obsessed with them even if he won't admit it out loud.

The shirt is a little tighter on Buck compared to Eddie, understandable since Buck is fucking huge in the best possible way. But Eddie finds himself wanting Buck to never take it off.

Buck's eyes dart over to where Eddie is standing (gaping, staring, drooling), and a smile spreads across his face. "Hey!" He places the now folded shirt onto the pile of other laundry, giving Eddie his full attention. "Bathroom done?"

"Uh-huh." His answer is a little dumb but Eddie feels a little dumb right now.

"Great. I'm almost done here and then I think it's just the dishwasher and making our grocery list. You okay to hold off on lunch until after? I know it's getting later but...Eddie?" Buck has tilted his head back since Eddie has walked closer, standing right in front of Buck.

He doesn't know what he's doing. He can't think straight. He just needs to be near Buck. Touching Buck. And apparently he's now climbing onto Buck's lap because he has to be on Buck too.

"Uh..." Buck blinks as Eddie settles on his lap. "Hi?"

"You're wearing my shirt." Eddie still feels a bit dumb. A lot warm.

"I...yes?" Buck's hands are on his hips. One of Buck's thumbs is moving back and forth against Eddie's skin between his own shorts and shirt. "Is that...okay?"

A sound comes form Eddie, a choked almost pained sound that is partially a whine and partially a moan and fully never something he's said before. He just...wants.

"Oh." Buck exhales and Eddie thinks Buck gets it even though Eddie doesn't even get it. "Yeah?"

"I..." Eddie just leans in and kisses Buck. Because he doesn't know what to say. He just wants to kiss Buck.

"I've worn your clothes before," Buck chuckles when they break apart. Eddie discovers his hands are on Buck's chest. On his tits. Oh, that's nice. "You've never reacted like this before."

"I dunno," Eddie shrugs, staring at Buck's mouth, "but...I like it."

"I like you."

"I like you too."

"Good. And I would love to keep making out with you...but laundry..."

Groaning, Eddie flops down onto Buck, his face buried into the curve of Buck's neck, "No."

Laughing, Buck wraps his arms around Eddie and kisses the top of his head. "Five minutes. And then we finish our chores."

Isn't. Asking is open?

(*Gasp) wait wait wait... omg no nooooooooooo

Sry , I couldn't see the question cuz I was finished many wip.... I need to turn off the Asking for a while ;3;