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“Is that my shirt?” Lukas’ voice makes the otherwise groggy Jesse freeze in his tracks, suddenly alert. Lukas leans over his counter, eyeing Jesse curiously and unable to keep his own grin hidden. Jesse squints as he looks down at himself past the cup of coffee warming his hands. He blinks, letting go with one hand and using it to pluck at the kinda obviously large flannel draped over him and lazily buttoned--the buttons don’t even line up!
Jesse quietly blows out a sigh and slowly pads around to face Lukas with a sheepish grin, face flushed in embarrassment. He shrugs half-heartedly, not meeting Lukas in the eye as he sips from his cup and leans against the back of Lukas’ couch. Great Job Jesse. Haven’t spent a week bunking here and you’ve already made it awkward. He looks up to the blonde, biting his lip in an attempt to hide his nervous grin.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about...!”
Lukas snorts and raises a brow mischievously. He rests his head on his hand with a smirk. “Since when did you start wearing flannels, City Boy?”
Jesse ducks his head down a bit, praying he could hide the redness in his cheeks behind his bangs and the shirt’s collar. He feels his heart flutter at the lighthearted tease. He smiles like a lovestruck puppy, unable to help it but uses it to his advantage. Leaning against the couch and smiling lovingly over at Lukas in the morning sun, Lukas can only stand keeping eye contact for so long. This dork. This charming dork. He covers his mouth and admires the various patterns in the countertop. Jesse snickers to himself and pushes off of the couch, walking over to meet Lukas on the opposite side of the counter. He places his coffee cup down in front of him, just at the edge of Lukas’ view, dragging his attention back upwards. He speaks proudly.
“I’m a man with a variety of tastes, Lukas! I can pull it off too!”
“Uh huh… You know generally when people buy clothes for themselves they get their correct size and uh...” Lukas glances Jesse up and down, eyeing the mismatched button job. 3 buttons undone up top, 2 in the middle matched with the wrong holes and the rest unbuttoned and lazily hanging off of him, not exactly leaving much to the imagination chest-wise. “Y'know… Usually they know how to put their clothes on correctly.” He grins and Jesse rolls his eyes, playfully giving him a shove.
“ It’s a stylistic choice Lukas...! But then again I guess I’m not surprised that you don’t know the latest fashion trends… Tragic.” Jesse shakes his head, unable to hide his smile as he plays up the dramatics and instead hiding it behind his coffee mug. Lukas scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe… or maybe I’m just ahead of my time! You never know…!” He says in a sing-song tone as he swishes his coffee around, making Lukas laugh softly. He finally looks at Jesse genuinely.
“Jess, if you needed something extra to wrap around you, you could’ve just asked… ”
“Aw, don’t like seeing me lounging around in your shirt?” Jesse teases, making Lukas go red. Jesse waves at him, now nervous that he was a bit too bold, “ Kidding! I’m kidding! I’m sorry actually… I honestly didn’t even realize I grabbed yours instead of mine! I just woke up and grabbed the first shirt I saw hanging on the edge of the bed... Heh, my bad…” He holds onto his cup a bit tighter and rubs the back of his neck, his bangs falling gently into his face.
He was a handsome man and frankly Lukas would be lying if he said he didn’t like seeing Jesse so comfy in his own borrowed clothes. Not that he would admit it.
Jesse hesitates but begins reaching for the top button he has done, “Here I-I can just go get my own. Sorry for being so intrusive.”
“No!” Lukas reaches out and places a hand on Jesse’s wrist, startling him but stopping him. Jesse looks up, dumbfounded. Lukas clears his throat and eases up, shaking his head and waving Jesse’s worries off. “Nah, don’t worry about it, honestly. Especially if you’re a bit chilled! I’m not afraid of Jesse-cooties.” He teases with a grin, making Jesse chuckle warmly. A lovely sound in the early morning.
“Heh, yeah. I’m always so back and forth in the mornings. To think I woke up freezing but still decided to kick off the blankets in my sleep…”
Now it’s Lukas’ turn to laugh but nod in tired understanding. “I get that. I get that all too well.”
“You do the same?”
“Yeah, especially when dreaming.”
“Huh. you never struck me as the type...” Jesse says, leaning over the counter, relaxed once more. Lukas shrugs with half a smile.
“Surprisingly not the first time I’ve heard that. But, back to the topic of being cold,” Lukas perks up, holding up a finger and then moving around to Jesse on the opposite side of the counter. Jesse turns to face him, looking up at him with a brow quirked curiously. Lukas gently slides his hands down the edges of the flannel to the first button. He takes a breath and laughs a bit, “it’s rather hard to keep yourself warm if you don’t even wrap up correctly. What am I supposed to tell the others if you get sick? ‘Sorry gang, Jesse forgot how to button up a shirt and caught a debilitating cold. My bad fam!’ Like! Seriously Jess!” He jokes and Jesse laughs as Lukas begins fixing up the shirt.
“Hey man… I’m not a morning person, cut me some slack!”
“You can defeat the Witherstorm, bring down a computer that enslaved anyone it got its hands on, fight and win against a pair of old builders that are who knows how old, literally get into a fist-fight with God and win , but you—for all sakes and purposes— cannot put on a shirt… I suppose even you can’t be perfect...” He grins as he fixes the collar and then flattens out the wrinkles, running his hands across Jesse’s shoulders. Jesse huffs, smiling up warmly at Lukas.
“Guess not.”
Lukas lingers, lightly running his fingers over the soft fabric and soaking in the sunlight with the entrancing young man before him. Jesse quietly watches then slowly drags his loving gaze back upwards to Lukas, easily catching his eye. He couldn’t help it, he was still making up for lost time from when Romeo whisked him away for nearly 3 months. He easily catches the taller man’s gaze and smiles, lazily wrapping his arms around Lukas’ waist. The blonde lets out a small somewhat nervous chuckle then smiles again, sliding his hand up to cup Jesse’s cheek. Jesse sighs and leans into the touch, suddenly feeling that drowsiness again. He could stay like this all day.
But that will have to wait! At least that’s what the sudden loud knock on the door reminded them of. Both quickly flush red and scoot back, Jesse coughs, using it as an excuse to hide his red face. Oh well. Soft mornings can be reserved for another time once things settle down again. He offers Lukas a sympathetic smile, the blonde simply shrugging with a smile in return. Eh. What’re ya gonna do right?