Here you go! The prompt was “You’re getting crumbs on my bed.” I hope you enjoy!
As usual, Neil felt he was being perfectly reasonable and had no idea why everyone was so irritated with him. It was just a sprained ankle. He had rolled it on a rock during one of his morning jogs. It wasn’t even a big deal. He’d ran on worse.
But when Neil made it back to the dorm, you’d think he’d had the damn thing amputated from the way everyone was acted. And Andrew was by far the worst. He practically marched Neil to Abby by the scruff of his neck. It was all supremely unfair, in Neil’s opinion. He acted as if Neil had done this on purpose, like it was part of some scheme to run his life.
To make matters worse, Abby told him he was out of practice for at least two days until she could check it again. He tried to protest, but Andrew and Kevin’s twin glares had the words dying on his lips. So now he was being held captive in their room while everyone else got to go to practice.
He’d ended up in Andrew’s loft, because Andrew thought he’d be less likely to climb down and do something stupid that way. Neil sat up there, petulantly eating crackers and watching updates on ESPN to predict how this week’s game was going to go. Overall, it was a boring way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
When Andrew and Kevin returned from practice, Neil was immediately greeted with a glower.
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed,” Andrew said sourly while throwing his practice bag up onto the loft.
“You’re the one who told me you trusted me more up here,” Neil chirped back.
“Well, I certainly can’t trust you on the ground.”
Neil holds up the cracker box and shakes it. “I made do with what I had in a hostage situation.”
Andrew rolls his eyes and finally hefts himself up to join Neil. “You’re so fucking dramatic.”
“As if you didn’t know that,” Neil answered, swaying closer until Andrew caught his chin, rubbing his thumb over his cheek.
“Like I said before,” Andrew murmured, “I must not be as smart as I thought I was, to keep coming back.”
Neil grinned into the kiss that followed. When they pulled away, Neil grumbled, “I still don’t understand why I can’t even go to practice. It’s just a sprained ankle.”
“Because you’d do something stupid, like walk two miles home on it. Or the universe will get a glimpse of you and send a ball careening into your ankle.”
Neil smiled wryly. “Careful. That almost sounds like genuine concern.”
“It isn’t. It’s fact. You hobbled home instead of picking up your cell phone.”
Neil opened his mouth to apologize, but knew it wouldn’t mean anything to Andrew. Not when he kept making the same mistake. “I’ll call next time,” he says instead. When Andrew only grunts, he persists, “I will.”
Andrew appears disinterested. “It’s your funeral,” he says, but Neil knows that he’s been heard and thought he can be a thoughtless asshole sometimes, he wants to be better for Andrew.
He gets his comeuppance when Andrew pushes him down against the mattress, only to let out a sharp yelp. Andrew pulls away and looks at him, concerned, until Neil smiles sheepishly.
“There’s a crumb digging into my back.”
Andrew replies with an eye roll. “Idiot.”
theartofmadeline
yousharknotpass
pixelskylines
annaxmalina
vaporwave
