Yogscast/Hat Films One Shots

Hide The Body - Smornby

"Hey come on in."Alex invites, urging Ross to walk into his small flat and take a seat on the sofa. "You can throw your jacket anywhere." Ross only nods in response taking a step in and closing the heavy black door behind him. Ross seems to understand why Alex didn't mind where he placed his jacket; the flat was a state. There were plates and cups stacked up on the side tables, and a pile of clothes shoved to the side which seemed to miss the hamper only a few feet away.
Ross took a seat on the couch, not removing his coat in order to have as many layers on as possible. Ross didn't like to admit it: but he was extremely self conscious in his own skin, even around people like Alex who he had been friends with since a child. "Want a cup a tea mate?" Alex questioned as he put some plain tap water into his kettle, starting the element on the oven.
"Yeah thanks." Ross replied; as he realized the heat of the flat was a bit too warm for his comfort. Ross sighed and removed his jacket, rolling it up in a sort of ball shape before chucking it over by the door.
"Excuse me; but I try very hard to keep this flat clean. I would like it if you didn't go throwing shit around." Alex teased, hopping over the couch back to land beside his friend. "Tea is just boiling. So, what have you been up to in the few hours since I last saw you?" Ross licked his lips out of habit and shuffles around, thinking.
"I went home and had a nap. Nothing fun." Alex just smiled. Ross had always been a bit quiet and awkward; no matter how much they hung out together. Ross always had a sense of seclusion around him, even to his family. And Alex never understood why, but he lives with it anyways.
Behind the two men the kettle starts whistling and Smith quickly stands up, walking over to stop the flat screeching noise. Alex pours the tea and picks Hornby's up; slowly walking to the couch as he filled the cup up to much, and any sudden motion could send the liquid flying out. Ross gets up to help Alex, rolling up his sleeves a little in concentration. Alex smiles and let's down his guard for a moment, but that was all that was needed as he trips on a stray shirt: sending him and the tea toppling to the floor below. "Alex!" Ross yells as he rushes towards the fallen man, crouching down beside him. "Are you okay?" Alex starts laughing.
"Yeah, I am great. That was a little silly. Come to the kitchen-" Alex stands up and dusts himself off, grabbing the fallen cup. "-we will get you another." Ross again just nods, walking behind his friend to the kitchen. Alex places the cup into the sink, reaching for a new one in the cupboard. Alex quickly pours Ross a drink. "Here. Good as new!"
"Thanks." Ross grabs the mug and goes back to the couch , not-so-elegantly plopping down into the sofa. "Shit." Ross whispers to himself as he stands up again.
"What's up?" Alex questions, picking his mug up for himself. Alex gives a toothy grin as he sees Ross has spilt tea all over himself soaking his t-shirt and jeans. "That's alright, you can borrow some of my stuff if you like. You know where my room is." Alex chuckled, placing his tea down before going to grab a cloth to clean all the spilt tea. Ross nods obediently and walks down the hall to Smith's room. He makes sure to close the door behind him before stripping down to his boxers, chucking the tea stained clothes by the door in a heap. Alex's room was cleaner than out in the main living areas. Everything had a place and was in that place.
Ross began digging around in Smith's closet looking for something more than short sleeved shirts and baggy cargo shorts.
"Are you kidding me Alex? Why don't you have warm clothes?" Ross mumbled in frustration as he pulled out yet another pair of shorts. Alex didn't seem to have a sense of when it was cold; he was always just... warm. Ross cried impatiently half giving up on himself. He couldn't walk out in Alex's baggy clothes; they were baggy enough because of the man's strong build. Ross begins searching around, looking for anything to cover him fully. All he needed was a pair of jeans.
"Hey Ross you done?" Alex asked as he walked into the room; seeing Ross standing in the middle of his bedroom in nothing but his boxers. Ross blushes and tries to hide from Smith's stare; but he is stranded in the one clean room in the flat.
"Are you kidding me." Ross whimpered as he made eye contact with Smith. Smith just smiled, taking a step toward the nervous man. Ross holds out his hand between them, stopping Alex from moving closer, but Alex moves closer anyway. "I didn't want you to see me..." Ross says under his breath as Alex gets close enough to hear.
"Why, you're mesmerizing." Alex assured, moving close enough to to Ross that he looked down at him. Alex could feel Ross' heavy breath on him as he pulled them into a hug; holding his friend close.
"Thanks Alex." Ross mumbled into the taller man's neck, and Alex sighed.
"No problem Ross. I love you." Ross smiled, feeling his eyes water and his breath catch in his throat.
"I love you too."