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Beavis just liked the way it felt! That’s all… and the way it looked… and it smelled like him too…
It’s not weird to wear your friend’s shirt when he isn’t around… and it’s especially not weird to steal it from his room and sleep in it every night either.
It’s not even weird to keep it a secret.
Beavis was shuffling around his kitchen late at night. He was trying to construct a pb&j sandwich only there wasn’t any j so he improvised by using some cheese from the nachos he never finished a few hours ago.
“Heheh P” He giggled at his own joke happily.
“I’m a comedian”
You might be wondering why Beavis isn’t sitting on that raggity pink couch with his buddy right now. Well, Beavis’s mom got drunk again and told him to come home and help her get up off the floor.
Beavis held the poorly made sandwich up to his lips getting ready to take a bite when he heard loud knocking at the door.
“I’m tryna eat a sandwich damnit! What th’ hell do you want fartknocker!” Beavis scolded, placing the “pb&j” back onto the counter. (Beavis thinks he’s too cool to use a plate)
He sluggishly walked over to the door, making sure to not catch his socks on any splinters sticking out from the old decaying wood floors.
The knocking intensified.
“Hold on butthole I’m coming!” He laughed at the funny word.
Beavis twisted the nob, completely ignoring the ‘don’t open the door until you check who it is especially at night’ rule.
In his defense he was never taught that rule.
He pulled it open to see a familiar face in front of his.
“Oh! Hey howzit goin?” He greeted Butthead with a smile. Butthead however had a confused look fixated on his face as he stared down at Beavis.
“Uhh, is that my shirt?” Butthead asked rhetorically.
Beavis glanced down quickly then back up at his friend realizing that he was still wearing Butthead’s shirt.
“Umm….. no……” He lied and bit his lip nervously.
“Are ya sure? Because that looks like my shirt.”
Butthead wasn’t even mad, he actually thought it was funny and laughed at his friend’s embarrassment.
“Huhuh why are you in my shirt dillhole?!”
“I’m not! I UH um… OUT OF LAUNDRY YEAH!”
“So like, how’d ya end up with my shirt then?” Butthead went along with it, amused.
“You umm you left it here!”
“Beavis! You know I’m not allowed in your house anymore! Remember? Your mom caught me going though her panty drawer! Huhuh”
“Heh oh yeahhh” Beavis giggled, reminiscing about his slutty, slutty mom.
“Heh So much lace!”
“Wait a minute Beavis, why would I even take my shirt off in the first place?” Butthead laughed at the holes in his friend’s clearly made up story.
“Um” Beavis’s face reddened even more at the thought that just popped into his head.
“Are you gonna let me in or what dumbass?”
“Um yeah…”
Beavis opened the door a bit wider and walked through it, Butthead following behind him.
The brunette couldn’t help but notice how Beavis looked wearing his shirt. It was much bigger on Beavis than it was him. It hung just below his shorts, making Butthead stop and wonder if he was even WEARING shorts. Butthead figured out he was in fact wearing shorts as Beavis raised his arms slightly, exposing them.
He kinda looked like a chick wearing Butthead’s shirt, especially with Beavis’s kinda feminine walk. His thighs were pretty feminine too...
Beavis had pretty nice thighs come to think of it…
Butthead appeared to be staring directly at Beavis’s ass for the duration of time it took them to walk through the door, he only stopped when Beavis turned back around to face him.
“Soo uh do you want some peanut butter and je- erm cheese sandwich?” Beavis asked, mouth full.
“Uhh no thanks Beavis” Butthead answered, gawking at the abomination Beavis had concocted.
“More for me then! Hmhm”
The two of them sat down awkwardly on the dirty, disgusting tile floor of Beavis’s dirty, disgusting kitchen.
“Um Butthead? Y- You can like have your shirt back if you want” Beavis offered fiddling with his sock.
Beavis really didn’t want to give the shirt back but wanted the whole situation to look like it was ‘no big deal’
Butthead could see that the blonde was still visibly really antsy.
“Uh no. Like, you can have it or something…”
“Okay…”
Butthead noticed how red Beavis’s cheeks were and decided he wasn’t done milking this.
“You seem like you really like my shirt Beavis”
“Shut up Butthead…”
“You know it’s okay to like wearing it Beavis…” Butthead said with his eyebrows raised, obviously trying to fuck with him.
“You don’t look so bad in it either… AC/DC is cooler than Metallica after all”
“Wait you think I look good in it Butthead?!” Beavis asked, nervously twirling a curly strand of blonde hair around his finger and ignoring the Metallica insult.
Butthead looked down at Beavis’s chest, observing how the neck part was big on him so his collar bones showed more.
Butthead looked at Beavis and smirked, not saying anything. He loved getting his friend all worked up like this, or maybe he just loved the attention from him?