fold - august 25 - rosekiller - NSFW - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 384
âThe fuck is this?â Evan asked, voice brittle and barren as he looked up from the pile of laundry he was folding and held up a scrap of fabric.Â
Barty, who had been enjoying a small moment of relaxation after an exhausting day at work, looked up from the newspaper heâd been absentmindedly perusing. He had been planning on doing his own laundry, of course, but when Evan had come over and insistedâŠ.wellâŠ.Barty was working on allowing himself to be taken care of. And it had been such a long day.
Still, now he was trying to remember why on earth heâd ever considered such a terrible thing. Because his boyfriend of only three weeks had a pair of panties in his hand.
He felt himself go bright red. âItâsâŠermâŠâ he stuttered, trying to remember how to form words, his own shame stealing his tongue from him.
Of course, Evan looked distraught. Barty wasnât surprisedâŠwhy shouldnât he? Hadnât Barty, himself, spent countless sleepless nights tossing and turning, lamenting over how horrified his father would be, if he knew how heâd turned out? If he knew what was hidden in his topmost drawer?Â
Blinking and avoiding eye contact, he grabbed for the piece of silk. âIâŠsorry, IâŠâ
âAre you fucking cheating on me?â
At this, Barty looked up, shocked. And Evan lookedâŠnot disgusted, but sad. There was betrayal in his eyes, and pain in his expression. Like heâd been hurt. âRosie, thereâs no one better than you,â he said truthfully, face twisting in confusion. âWhy would I do that?â
âDunno, but the evidence is pretty damning!â Evan replied, throwing the underwear down into the laundry basket.
Barty shook his head, feeling his embarrassment grow. âThoseâŠare mine,â he confessed, wanting to melt into the ground.
The resulting silence felt suffocating, and Barty wanted to run. He nearly did, too, until he heard Evan inhale, his breath staggering and rough. What�
âThatâsâŠreally? Because if they areâŠthatâs so fucking hot.â
Their eyes met, and the temperature in the room increased by a thousand degrees, something warm and liquid pooling in Bartyâs stomach. Evan was looking at him with unbridled desire on his face. âReally?â Barty whispered, eyes wide.
Evan grinned, devilish and lewd. âWill you put them on?â
Barty had never gotten up so quickly.