Lean on Me ||perciver

1. Crushin' it

Oliver's cheeks burned as he watched Percy trudge through the house in his clothes, oblivious to the turmoil in his head. Not that it was unusual of his flatmate to be so inconsiderate.

"Don't you have your own clothes to wear?" Oliver asked, hoping that his voice was casual and wouldn't somehow give away the fact that he thought Percy looked hot as hell wearing his clothes.

"Of course," Percy grumbled, tugging on the sleeves of Oliver's shirt, attempting not to be drowned by the large clothes. "I'm waiting for our laundry to finish, and your clothes are much softer, anyway."

Oliver sighed, momentarily distracted from the whole clothing situation. "You know how to use a simple cleaning charm, I'm sure Molly at least taught you a few before you moved out."

"I do, really!" Percy said, "it's just that- well, you know cleaning charms aren't the same thing as getting them washed, seeing as they aren't nearly as thorough, and it doesn't even have that nice scent that the washer gives them."

"Percy..." Oliver said, "I really don't see how wearing my clothes are a better alternative to a simple cleaning charm, regardless of your preferences."

Percy blushed lightly as he played with the seam of the sweater. "I told you, they're softer."

"I didn't say I minded," he laughed.

"Well then don't say anything!"

Poor Percy was overwhelmed with embarrassment at this point, so Oliver decided to have some mercy and let it go in favor of making some breakfast. It was both of their days off, and it was the least Oliver could do, considering Percy was doing the laundry.

He turned from Percy to open the fridge and see what he could make.

He wasn't an expert chef, but he knew his way around the kitchen, and Percy appreciated his cooking, so he counted that as a win. He had nothing on Mrs Weasley's cooking, but that didn't seem to bother Percy, seeing as he never failed to dig in to whatever he had cooked up.

"Are you making pancakes?" Percy asked from over his shoulder, making Oliver jump slightly.

"If that's what you want," he said, taking in the sight of Percy's long eyelashes in the light of the fridge.

In turn, Percy paid no notice and reached past Oliver's waist to grab the pack of eggs, pushing his chest flush against Oliver's back, almost giving him a heart attack in the process.

"Want help?" Percy asked, oblivious as usual, pushing himself up onto the counter next to where he had set the eggs.

Merlin, Percy was definitely going to be the end of him. First with wearing his clothes, and now sitting on the counter where he would constantly be within his sight.

"Uh,"

"I can stir the batter, if you want?"

"Don't you want to use magic?" Oliver asked, turning his face to the cool of the fridge in an attempt to keep his head on straight.

"It is a lot slower this way, so we can spend more time together while we work on it," Percy said, fussing with the hem of his shirt, apparently oblivious to Oliver's bewildered stare.

"Oh, uh- sure, alright," he stuttered, setting out to gather the rest of the ingredients. Not that he didn't appreciate Percy's efforts to spend time together, but he was usually diving right into his work first thing in the morning, despite it being his days off.

He measured out and dumped the ingredients into a bowl and set to work, stirring them together.

"Hey!" Percy yelped, flapping his sleeves in protest. "I thought I was doing the stirring!"