I Missed you

Nice

Back in his bedroom, Shanks dresses up in a nice white shirt and brown pants.

Buggy thinks he's a bit gross, wearing the same clothes than yesterday, and he stares at them with a frown.

"Something wrong ?"

"No, I just... I don't have spare clothes and these ones are kinda dirty."

Shanks offers, "Oh, you can borrow something of mine if you want ?" before perusing his wardrobe in search of something fitting.

"Great, thanks", the younger man says, wondering what the other will come up with. The redhead has good taste in clothes so Buggy doesn't complain.

Black pants and a white and blue striped shirt – complimenting Buggy's hair – come out of the closet in a less than a minute.

Yeah, Shanks has good taste in clothes but the icing on top ? Buggy gets to wear the redhead's scent all over him. He looks damn good and it's so worth it.

"Is it weird that I find you hot in my clothes ?"

Buggy puffs out his chest. "Nah, that's perfectly normal : I'm flashy."

"And humble", Shanks snorts.

"That's how you like me."

Shanks slightly blushes and casts his eyes to the floor. "Obviously."

Buggy smirks and takes Shanks's hands. "You're cute when you blush."

The redhead's blush intensifies. "Am not !"

Buggy steps forward, and tilts his head for a kiss. He captures Shanks's mouth with his own and greedily licks at the bottom lip, enjoying the delighted sigh he coerces out of the redhead. Then he steps back, admiring his work – Shanks catching his breath and flushed red, lips wet from the kiss – and insists, "Are too. Now are we getting out or do I lock you into your own bedroom and do filthy things to that hot body of yours ?"

Shanks's blush officially matches his hair. There's a flick of lust in his eyes, and the way he bites his lip is really enticing, but then there's a growl echoing in the room and the redhead says sheepishly, "I'm starting to get hungry, we should get out and find something to eat..."

Buggy chuckles, "Alright, we'll have time for that later on anyway. I'm not planning on letting go of you that soon." He starts, realizing what he just said, looks at the redhead in bewilderment, and only finds a soft smile and a tender look on the other's face. That was close...

"Let's go then !"

Walking in the neighborhood, Buggy recognizes a few places where he already went and notices they're getting closer to his own appartment. That they live so close to each other yet never met until yesterday remains a complete mystery.

An indian restaurant finally finds grace to their eyes and the two men order their lunch. As their plates arrive, Shanks all but dives in.

"Hungry, are you ?" Buggy asks, amused.

Around a mouthful, Shanks replies, "Yeah, sorry, I'm starving."

"Still a walking stomach, I see."

"Some things never change..."

"And some do."

"Like ?" Shanks raises an eyebrow, visibly curious.

"We have changed, we grew up. Things like your appetite may remain the same but you can't deny you've grown. I mean, I could dig old pictures of us and you'd laugh."