WIP Wednesday
Tagged earlier by @thegingerparty and today by @geddyqueer. Have some more vegas fic.
“You gave him your room key?” Tommy hissed at Eddie.
“It’s Buck,” Eddie hissed back. “I didn’t give it to him. He just has it.”
“I have all the spare room keys,” Buck said, cheerful and unsuspecting because he trusted them. Tommy really wished the hangover had taken him. “Just in case you lose yours. Again.”
“That happened one time,” Eddie protested, trying to throw up his hands before realizing his arms were the only thing keeping him up. “Are you ever going to let that go?”
“You slept in the hall,” Evan said with his special brand of judgment, which was fifty percent more condescending than everyone else’s. Tommy wasn’t the only bitch in their relationship.
“Only for like an hour,” said Eddie.
“That’s not the ironclad defense you think it is,” Howie said. “Is that coffee?”
Evan turned the tray so Howie could grab his preferred monstrosity—Howie viewed coffee as a Splenda delivery system—before setting Tommy’s right next to his hand. “Don’t worry, it’s just got a little cream in it,” Evan said, smile gone sly. “I know how you take it.”
Tommy’s sweet tooth was no secret, but he preferred his coffee to taste like actual coffee. “You do, sweetheart.” He dodged the kiss Evan aimed for his mouth and ignored the ensuing pout. “You do not want any of this. I’m pretty sure my tongued died at some point.”
“Then it’s a good thing I planned ahead.” No one in the entirety of human history had ever been as pleased with themselves as Evan was as he pulled out Tommy’s toothbrush in its traveling case and their small shared tube of toothpaste. “And I brought a change of clothes since you definitely slept in those.”
“I really fucking love you,” Tommy said, sure down to his very marrow.
“You’re so easy.” Evan beamed and held out a hand. “You think you can stand?”
“No,” he said, and let Evan do most of the work hauling him to his feet. “I’d be more impressed if I didn’t know what you bench.”
“Gotta keep these gains so I can throw you around.”
“We’re in the room, Buck,” Howie complained.
“You’ve heard me say way worse,” Evan said cheerfully, darting in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “You weren’t kidding about your tongue dying.”
tagging @bluemaskedkarma, @norcumii, @cecilyv, @liminalmemories21, @rcmclachlan