FIC: bare (Sammy/Casey/Billy), G
They’re somewhat lacking in ingredients for supper. Luckily, it’s Wednesday.
Set several years after they’ve all graduated from high school. Sammy, Billy and Casey are living together in an apartment. Inspired by ot3_100 prompt #44: Bare, and this “when thinking about your ot3” post. Unbeta’d.
hashtag: established poly triad, fluff without plot, 206 words.
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“I thought you were going grocery shopping?” Casey asks, poking his head around the cupboard door.
Sammy’s eyes go shifty. “Uh ...”
“You got sidetracked again, didn’t you,” Casey says, lips twisting in a fondly exasperated smile.
“And so my poor stomach had none,” Billy murmurs sadly.
Sammy winces. “Sorry. We could get takeout?”
“Nah,” Casey says, closing the cupboard door. “It’s Wednesday, right? Farmers market’s open ’til eight, we can rustle something up. Sandals!”
“No thanks!” Billy chirps, skipping past them to the door and snagging his with two fingers by the heel straps.
“Unbelievable,” Casey sighs, stepping into his own and sitting down to get at the buckles. “My girlfriend can’t be bothered to take her shoes off. My boyfriend can’t be bothered to put his on....”
“Sounds like you’re the one who can’t decide whether he wants to be barefoot or not,” Sammy teases, sharing a grin with Billy over Casey’s head.
“I thought the point of sandals was to keep the sand from getting tracked all over your apartment,” Casey says to the welcome mat.
“You love dancing around with a broom like a Disney princess and you know it,” Billy says.
Casey heaves a long-suffering sigh, but then his lips twitch. “Guilty.”