"What do you mean?"  asked Steve walking into his apartment, completely oblivious to Jeff’s anger.

Jeff and Steve had been at a restaurant celebrating their 6 month anniversary when the waitress started hitting on Steve, and Steve did absolutely nothing to stop it. Jeff gave him the silent treatment the entire way home. 

Jeff took a deep sigh and followed Steve into his apartment. He walked to the couch and sat down. He hung his head down and put it in his hands. Steve stood there, confused. “Jeff, I’m not a mind reader…” He said.

Jeffler sighed again. “You know why I’m mad, Steve.” 

 ”I really don’t,” Steve hesitated, he knew why, but he didn’t want Jeff to know that. 

Jeff stood up and narrowed his eyes at Steve. “Oh,” he started, “So were you just being friendly, then?” He put emphasis on the word friendly. 

Steve rolled his eyes. “Why are you so angry? The waitress was being nice, I was only returning the favour!” He explained. 

Jeffler wasn’t buying it. “You always do this, Steve!” He shouted. “You act like I’m not there when there’s a girl around! It’s like you’re ashamed of this, of us, of ME!” 

Steve could see the anger in Jeff’s eyes, but he couldn’t respond. “Jeff, I-” he started.

"Save it, Steve. I’m going home." Jeff snapped and stormed out of Steve’s apartment, slamming the door behind him. 

Steve sighed and walked to his bedroom, alone. “I love you, Jeff.” he whispered. He turned off the light and jumped into bed after putting his pajamas on. He exhaled once more before going to bed for the night.

———-

When Jeff woke up the next morning he was still angry. He checked his phone to see if Steve had called or messaged him to apologize. He hadn’t. Jeff shook his head and got out of bed.

He walked into his living room en route to the kitchen to get breakfast before taking a shower. When he got into the kitchen his mom was talking with somebody. He realized it was Steve.

"Hey, Jeffie." Steve smiled at him. Jeff couldn’t believe that Steve was standing here, talking to his mom like nothing was wrong. He coldly sup nodded Steve. He got a bowl of cereal and trudged back into his room while Steve followed behind him. 

"Are you seriously still pissed off?" asked Steve when they got to the bedroom. 

Jeff with seething with anger. “How can you act like nothing is wrong? You don’t care about this relationship, do you?” he roared. 

Steve went white. “Yes, I do, Jeff. I love you.” he whispered. 

"Doesn’t feel like it.." Jeff complained. 

Steve had an idea. He sat down on Jeff’s bed and pulled Jeff closer to him. “I have an idea, come here.” He pulled Jeff onto the bed. He rolled on top of him and started pull down Jeff’s pajama pants. 

"Steve, stop…" Jeff started saying, but Steve interrupted him. "Jeff, shh. Let me show you how much I love you." He finished with Jeff’s pants and started on his own. He slipped them off and dropped them on the floor.

"This is how much I love you, Jeff.." He muttered into Jeff’s ear.