for the ficlet thing - "I'm not leaving the house with you dressed like that"
“What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?” Kylo pouted, and Armitage wondered if he was actually serious.
“Your trousers are practically up to your armpits,” Armitage explained impatiently, “making you appear to be someone’s ancient grandfather—and don’t get excited about that, for fuck’s sake.”
A grin twitched at the corners of Kylo’s lips as he asked, “That’s the only problem?”
Armitage unhappily felt his face going hot, and he abandoned the pretense. “Kylo,” he said, “put those away, for the love of god,” and he attempted to appear disgusted as he waved his hand at Kylo’s broad, muscular, and very bare chest.