NBA

Do Me A Favor (part 11)

"Kev," you called out, unlocking Bucky's front door and popping your head into the empty apartment. "Kev, I'm remodeling and you promised you'd help me paint the walls."

There was no reply and you rolled your eyes. You knew he was around here somewhere. Slamming the door behind you, you made sure your steps were loud enough to be heard around the loft.

He always did this. When he didn't want to help you out or when he had something to do, he always hid somewhere around his house until you found him. You looked in the coat closet first, your search futile as you kicked around the sweaters and jackets hanging on the rack. Although in his late twenties, Kevin sometimes behaved like a child. You thought it adorable at first, but several years of dealing with this side of him, you found yourself wanting to smack him upside the head. He was wasting your time; time you could be spent painting.

"Kevin, I'm serious," you said firmly, stomping your foot on the wooden floor. "I swear that I'll kick your ass when I find you."

"Ha, as if," a muffled voice from the inside of the bathroom blurted out. You smirked, striding over to the door and pushing it open. Kevin was doing the same and you stumbled into him, his body cushioning your fall as you both collapsed. His eyes were wide and he smiled innocently when you scowled down at him.

"You're so intolerable!" you exclaimed, slamming your palm against his pectoral.

Kevin laughed, a hearty sound that bubbled up from his chest. "You love me." He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, squeezing you to him.

You coughed. "I can't breathe!"

Kevin's hold on you was unyielding, his peals almost hysterical as you tried to wrestle yourself out of his grip. Eventually, he let go and you were a mess of flailing limbs trying to get on your feet.

Several minutes later had Kevin grumbling about having to change his shirt because he really didn't want to ruin the one he was wearing. You flicked his forehead and warned him to hurry up, it was already noon and there was much to be done.

The painting of the walls began as soon as you had covered all of your furniture and Kevin sighed as he picked up a brush. He leaned down and hid a smirk from you.

"Say, Y/N," he said in a casual voice.

"What, Kevin, what?" you sighed, looking up from the booklet you had used as an inspiration for your remodeling.

"Does this paint smell funny to you?" He dabbed his brush into the liquid, bringing it up to his nose and sniffing, his expression wrinkling in disgust.

"Really?" Your eyes widened. The last thing you wanted was to have to return to the shop and demand a refund for having purchased faulty products.

"Yeah," said Kevin. "Look."

You should have seen it coming. You should have possessed enough common sense to know what was coming. But naively, you leaned forward and inhaled. Kevin's laugh followed the wet swipe against your nose and mouth. You recoiled backwards, screeching his name as he bent over from laughing so hard.

"You're a dead man, Love!" you growled.

"I can't believe you fell for that!" he chortled as he stepped back, his hands held up. "You ought to know me by now, Y/N."

You ignored him, picking up the full bucket of paint. Without really thinking of the consequences to your flooring, you swung the paint at Kevin. His indignant squawk prompted a loud laugh from you and that's how battle was declared.