eboys oneshots

let me figure it out

[ rating ] pg 13
[ paring ] george x alex x will

[ note ] so literally most of the stuff i run across where a character or person is figuring out their sexuality their an absolute dick (btw nothing wrong with those fic's, i love the angst) and i wanted to write a softer version of that... probably still just as much angst... anyway enjoy!

[ note 2.0 ] so this is a few hours after i posted this but i realized i didn't edit it before posting it (thought i had) so sorry about that! ended up editing it after posting x.x

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straight. george was straight, with a capital S. at least that what he told himself even while admiring the way his shirtless flatmates back flexed when he reached for stuff they had on the top shelf. it what he told himself when his thoughts traveled to alex as he laid in bed at night, alone and board. and he practically yelled it at himself every time alex made jokingly flirty comments toward him that made his cheeks flushed. yup straight straight as they come.

george chuckled a bit as alex gave up on trying to stretch his arm and climb up on the counter to grab some spice or another from the shelf. he brought the mug - tea, colder now that alex had distracted him - to his lips.

"why do we even keep stuff their, neither of us can reach it" alex huffed as he crawled back down and continued cooking breakfast for the both of them.

george shrugged "pretty sure will did that when we left him alone in our apartment for an hour that one day... y'know we had to go pick up something and thought it was smart to let that destructive man alone and loose in our flat?"

alex gave a snickered a bit "and we haven't moved them back... why?"

"would take forever, easier to leave them where they are now" plus he knew he'd be stuck moving the stuff alone, it wouldn't take long, but he'd still be crabby at alex for awhile for making him do it by himself, he'd rather skip the hassle.

alex eventually handed him a plate, george didn't know why he stayed to watch him cook the whole way through, but he figured that once he sat down he just didn't want to move - yeah that had to be it, it totally wasn't just that alex had an adorable focused look on his face while cooking. but he got up to follow alex to the living room, sitting next to him on the couch. they both ate, mainly in that comfortable silence, alex bringing up small topics every now and then, rambling around them - another thing george loved. though he joked it annoyed him, he didn't know what he would do without late night or early morning rambles of something alex was excited about, or just something he thought was interesting. even when george didn't really care about the subject spilling out of alex's mouth, he still loved it, it filled up the silence in a good way, plus alex was pretty good at sensing when george needed his quiet time... at least sometimes.

today's topic was about some journal site that alex got stuck on, george found it hard to pay attention to what he was saying, he paid more attention to the way alex mouth moved as the talked, the expression he made, the pitch of his voice going from casual to excited then back, the way his muscles casually flexed as he moved. he didn't know what was wrong with him, he was probably just tired, he stayed up a bit later then usual editing so... that had to what was going on, maybe a quick nap at some point would help. george forced his eyes away from his flatmate to his food quickly eating it before it got any colder, alex's voice becoming more understandable as he did so.

"mate, you even listening?"

george hummed glancing over at alex meeting the boys blue eyes "'course i am" he got a doubtful look from the younger and quickly searched his head for anything he might of caught of what he was talking about, only for him to draw blanks "okay fine i wasn't, sorry, jus' tired i think"