When Richard came home, he wasn’t surprised to not see Miles anywhere. The house was conspicuously silent, and Richard sighed. He had gone out to get groceries, even though they didn’t need much, but when he went into the kitchen to put them away he stopped in his tracks.
Hanging neatly on one of the cabinets in a dry cleaners’ bag was his blue shirt. He dropped the grocery bag on the counter and went over to it, ran his hands up inside the bag to find all the buttons back in place. Stuck to the plastic was a single post-it note saying simply sorry.
“Truce?”
Richard spun around to find Miles leaning hesitantly in the doorway, and he grinned. He crossed the kitchen in a few quick strides, framed Miles’s face with both hands, and kissed him. Miles smiled against his mouth for a moment before responding, wrapping his arms around Richard’s back and pulling him closer. Richard’s fingers slid into Miles’s hair and Miles opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. He tugged at Richard’s shirt, untucking it and slipping his hands inside to run up Richard’s back. Richard made a pleased little noise, walking Miles backwards until they were bumping up against the counter.
The plastic wrapped shirt crinkled loudly under Miles’s back and he started laughing into Richard’s mouth. Richard pulled away and chuckled, too, the true ridiculousness of the fight dawning on both of them.
“I really am sorry about the jeans,” Richard said, his hands coming to rest on Miles’s hips. “I’ll get you a new pair, then slap them against some rocks for you, because that’s obviously how you got them to be so holey.”
Miles smirked at him. “Actually, I bought them that way.”
Richard shook his head with a grin before pulling Miles against him and kissing him again. Somehow they made it to the bedroom, all smiles and teasing hands until they crash land onto the bed.
And if a few of Richard’s buttons pop off and Miles tears a hole in his pants trying to get out of them in a hurry, then neither of them notice or care.
You know my kinks too well, the sheer domesticity of this nearly did me in. Richard being baffled by the washer and drier and accidentally throwing out Miles's favorite jeans! Miles hiding Richard's shirt in retaliation! This: Suck it up, go home, and make it right,” Jim said sternly. “Or, keep whining about it and live a lonely, sexless life forever. Your choice.” And then the make-up scene! OMG, the make-up scene with the button popping and the revelation that Miles bought his jeans holey. I LOVE EVERYTHING THIS FIC CHOOSES TO BE. <333
Hehehheheee, you are QUITE WELCOME, my dear!! I'm so glad you liked it! I felt bad that I had our boys fighting the whole time, so I'm happy the make-up scene worked for you. :D
Ha, Jim always has to get his two cents in, doesn't he? XDD Poor guy, I feel like he suffers a lot at the hands of Miles obliviousness at all things relationshippy. But good best friends must often suffer like that, haha. :P
I'm really really pleased that you like it, hun! <333
Hanging neatly on one of the cabinets in a dry cleaners’ bag was his blue shirt. He dropped the grocery bag on the counter and went over to it, ran his hands up inside the bag to find all the buttons back in place. Stuck to the plastic was a single post-it note saying simply sorry.
“Truce?”
Richard spun around to find Miles leaning hesitantly in the doorway, and he grinned. He crossed the kitchen in a few quick strides, framed Miles’s face with both hands, and kissed him. Miles smiled against his mouth for a moment before responding, wrapping his arms around Richard’s back and pulling him closer. Richard’s fingers slid into Miles’s hair and Miles opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. He tugged at Richard’s shirt, untucking it and slipping his hands inside to run up Richard’s back. Richard made a pleased little noise, walking Miles backwards until they were bumping up against the counter.
The plastic wrapped shirt crinkled loudly under Miles’s back and he started laughing into Richard’s mouth. Richard pulled away and chuckled, too, the true ridiculousness of the fight dawning on both of them.
“I really am sorry about the jeans,” Richard said, his hands coming to rest on Miles’s hips. “I’ll get you a new pair, then slap them against some rocks for you, because that’s obviously how you got them to be so holey.”
Miles smirked at him. “Actually, I bought them that way.”
Richard shook his head with a grin before pulling Miles against him and kissing him again. Somehow they made it to the bedroom, all smiles and teasing hands until they crash land onto the bed.
And if a few of Richard’s buttons pop off and Miles tears a hole in his pants trying to get out of them in a hurry, then neither of them notice or care.
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Thank you so much for this! I love it.
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Ha, Jim always has to get his two cents in, doesn't he? XDD Poor guy, I feel like he suffers a lot at the hands of Miles obliviousness at all things relationshippy. But good best friends must often suffer like that, haha. :P
I'm really really pleased that you like it, hun! <333
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