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Jack stepped into his sunken living room and smiled. Although his boyfriend didn’t want to admit it, he very much looked like a cat, all curled up in a blanket on the couch. He slid in next to him, picking up his legs before placing them in his lap. He glanced at the tv, which showed chefs running around. “What are we watching tonight, Bits?”
“Currently I’m watching Chopped. The one chef is serving raw red onion on his dish, and I don’t know why because Scott is one of the judges,” he declared, pointing the remote at a guy with brown hair and a beard sitting at the end of the judges table.
“Is he allergic to onions?”
“No! He hates raw red onion. It is a well-known fact about him. He was memed over it. So why would that chef,” Bitty pointed to a muscular man whose black hair was braided back, “intentionally shoot himself in the foot. It’s like he doesn’t even want to be here!”
Jack frowned as the host gave a 30 second warning. All of the chefs became even more frenzied as they plated their dishes. The camera kept cutting between them each placing the finishing touches on their dish as the host counted down. The tension for three of the chefs melted away once they threw their hands up, but the woman with short red hair still gazed worriedly at her dish.
“Bitty, why don’t we watch something else?” he suggested as the first chef introduced their dish. “I thought you wanted to relax; we can watch that British show instead. You know, the one with the tent.”
Bitty sighed and rolled his eyes. “You know that I know that you know what The Great British Bakeoff is. Besides, I feel like we only ever watch what I like when I come to visit.”
“That’s because you fall asleep whenever we watch war documentaries.”
“I’m sorry, honey, but they are so boring.”
“Do you want to watch one as an excuse to go to bed early? I didn’t think our earlier activities were that strenuous,” Jack teased.
He loved how his boyfriend flushed before responding. “No, they weren’t.” He let out a long sigh before continuing. “I feel bad taking over the tv sometimes. That’s all.”
Jack took his arm that was draped along the top of the couch to tug Bitty closer to him. He didn’t stop until his boyfriend’s blond head rested against his chest. He then wrapped his arm around him, keeping him there. “We could be watching paint dry for all I care.” He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of his head. “All that matters to me is spending time with you. Okay, bud?”
“Okay.”
“So, do you want to continue watching Chopped, or do you want to switch to something else?”
“I want to watch until the end of this round. I need to know if the red onion guy is eliminated. Then we’ll switch over to Bakeoff.”
“That sounds wonderful.”
On the screen, the chefs filed back in front of the judges. The host stepped up to the table and clasped the silver dome of a serving dish. “And the chef on the chopping block is…!” The show cut to an allergy commercial.
Bitty began shimmying out of the blue blanket he was wrapped up in.
“Do you need some help?”
“Hold the blanket for me,” he said as he handed the portion of the blanket that was wrapped around his torso to Jack. “I do like laying on you, but not in that position.” He slipped his feet from the blanket and moved so he was facing Jack. Bitty’s legs, instead of being twisted to the side like a mermaid, now laid flat across Jack’s thighs.
“Do you want to cocoon yourself again?” Jack asked as his boyfriend cuddled into him once more.
“You can drape it over both of us instead. It’s much easier.”
Jack awkwardly shook out the blanket before letting it flutter down over them. As he was adjusting the one end to cover both of Bitty’s feet, he noticed his boyfriend was wearing two different colored socks. “Bits, why are your socks mismatched?”
He let out a groan and mumbled something into Jack’s hoodie.
“I’m sorry. I missed that bud.”
Bitty pulled his face away from his chest and made eye contact with Jack. “The Haus dryer is acting up again.”
“Is it not drying things or did it eat all your socks?”
Bitty let out another long-suffering sigh. “It’s doing both. I’ve used all the pairs I have, so now I’m stuck going through my mismatched pile. Dex took a look at it and ordered a new part using the Sin Bin money. It’s supposed to arrive this weekend. Hopefully it will be fixed by the time I return.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I’ll be fine. If worse comes to pass, I’ll buy a new pack of socks on my way back to Samwell on Monday.”
“You know,” Jack slowly began, “you could’ve brought your laundry here and done it.”
“The last thing I wanted to do was carry a smelly bag of clothes on the train. Waiting for Dex to fix the machine is easier. Besides, I came here to spend a weekend with you, not doing chores.”
Jack leaned in and whispered seductively into his boyfriend’s ear. “I’m sure I could make laundry entertaining enough for you.”
“Oh my god!” Laughter bubbled up, and Bitty playfully swatted him. “No, I don’t think so. Unless…”
“Unless what?”
“Unless you were wearing those new red boxer briefs that look like they were made for your butt.”
Jack gave a wolfish grin before giving his boyfriend a tender kiss on the lips. “I’ll see what I can do.”