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Bryler.

Ha.

Hardly know her.

Tyler hates Wednesday's for many reason. But the main one always hits down to the fact that Tyler has to go into his roommates room, pick up all the dirty clothes that 'somehow missed the hamper' and clean the clothes. Every other Wednesday, it was laundry duty, and mainly because Brendon got the most money as he was paid more and worked more than Tyler.

Sometimes Tyler would feel like a slave, having a pile of dirty Brendon laundry two inches away from his nose. Then there's other times where Brendon hasn't had any recent company, Tyler would feel kind of like a housewife. He separated all the clothes, whites to darks and colors. One at a time he put them in to wash and transferred it to the dryer.

It was when the dark clothes were in the dryer, colors were in the wash and Tyler was folding the white in the laundry room when Brendon got home. There was no greeting, just his stomps echoing through the house. Tyler raised an eyebrow, frozen in his spot as he waited for the man to show at the door. He waited and waited a bit more before a distressed Brendon showed up.

Brendons eyes traveled down Tyler's body before reverting back to his eyes. "You had a bad day or something beeb?" Tyler called, going on to continue folding a couple of Brendons tank tops and that one 4xl shirt Brendon got Tyler when they want to their third concert. Nothing happened that night, no not at all.

Brendon stepped forward into the room, passing by Tyler to lean on the dryer making deep rumbling noises. "It wouldn't of been so bad if certain people weren't so hard-headed. I really try to explain myself, but his can I when there's some bitch nagging about how it's overpriced! Let me tell you, ma'am!"

Tyler watched as Brendon viably shuddered at the spot, crossing his arms over his chest and trying to cover himself in his rolled up dress shirt and jeans. Tyler jutted out his bottom lip, dropping the clothing in his hands before turning around and opening his hands as to give a hug.

Brendon instantly going for it, wrapping his arms around Tyler's waist and pulling him up as the said man was shorter than him. He put Tyler up on top of the washer, holding him close and breathing in the scent that told Brendon he was fresh out of the shower. Fresh out, dressed in boxers and a 2xl shirt that Brendon bought Tyler on their first concert they went to a few months after they graduated high school.

Now after being best friends for their whole life and roommates for three years, so many adventures, so many times together, and two intimate times together that they both don't know how to feel about yet, Brendon really didn't see too big of a problem when he laid a kiss on Tyler's collarbone as that's where his face was.

Tyler just held Brendon tighter, just for comfort, because deep down, he needed a bit. It was five months ago, but his heartbreak with his past relationship still pulled Tyler down a hole. He still needed affection after getting that for almost two years. It was strange how his ex just woke up and thought, I don't think I really love you. Brendon was the last he had, and was so grateful for Bren sticking with him through his whole messed up relationship consisting of Josh and Tyler breaking up and getting back together over and over again.

Brendons arms loosened around Tyler's waist, initiating that the hug was over, but it was far from it. Brendon pulled his face away just a bit, looking up at Tyler with a bit of a lazy eye. His hands had unraveled from holding Tyler close to setting them on Tyler's thighs, the tan of his legs making Tyler look 100 TIMES more delicious.

Tyler's fingers pulled back and his thumb stroked along Brendons cheek bone, the soft skin below his finger. Tyler blinked slowly, the pins and needles began to quake in his lips. They always did as he looked at Brendon so close and could only think of Brendons lips being on his. He licked his lips at the thought of it, making them gloss that deep red that caught Brendons eye.

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