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Leo has his reasons. He forgot to bring casual clothes, that's simply it. If Yungy asks, he has the excuse ready. He will simply fail to mention he purposely left his own sweater at home.
He waits until Yungy is busy cooking something up to sneak out to one of the three other rooms of the tiny apartment, the bedroom. He ignores the king-sized bed—which holds the promise of cuddles later, because he knows how sleepy Yungy gets after dinner, and it also holds his bag—and sneaks to the closet against the wall. Quietly, he slides the door open, making sure to look out the door for a second to check if he's not being followed.
There it is, waiting for him. Leo doesn't bother hiding his grin. Yungy's favourite hoodie is folded neatly in front of him. His greedy hands waste no time snatching it out the closet and unfolding it to take in its glory. All black, because of course, with a subtle, red spider-web design. Absolutely perfect.
He can't help the way he buries his face in the hoodie. It's soft under his hands. He breathes in deeply, eyes falling shut, just glad to bury himself in it for a moment. In a couple seconds, he's going to be smelling just like Yungy. He can't wait.
"Yo, Leo? Where'd you go?" Yungy calls from the kitchen. Leo knows he's got about five seconds to answer before Yungy will come looking, and his whole plan will have failed miserably.
"Uh, I'm just"—he unbuttons his suit-jacket and shoots another glance toward the door, which he really should've closed—"getting changed! I'll be right there, okay?" Lazily, he just drops the jacket on the bed to worry about later. His shirt follows, as do his pants. He really should fold them immediately, but the cold air seeping in from the open window five floors up is sending a shiver down his back so he doesn't bother. For good measure, he calls out to Yungy again. "You almost done?"
He only barely manages to shrug on the hoodie when he gets a reply. "Yeah, I think so. Do you wanna come check the pasta?" Yungy asks just as Leo looks down at the hoodie. The sleeves are a couple inches short from his wrists, but he grins giddily. It's just perfect. Breathing in just overwhelms him with Yungy's smell. He sighs dreamily.
His hands find the zipper of his bag fast like he's being chased by a fucking lion as soon as the question registers in his mind. "Sure! Uh— one sec, okay?" Digging in, he struggles to pull out the sweatpants he did pack. He damn near falls over as he pulls them on standing, the closet catching him when he does sway.
"You good over there?"
Teeth finding his bottom lip, he feels his face grow hot with embarrassment. "Don't worry about it!" He quickly ties the sweats around his waist and then finally rushes out Yungy's bedroom.
Just so he's not caught immediately, he wraps his arms around his boyfriend from behind and rests his head atop Yungy's too. From there, he can smell the pasta sauce and, a second later, the shampoo used just before Leo had arrived. He smiles, gently squeezing him.
"Smells good," he mumbles before he presses a kiss to the back of his head—makes him wonder for an unimportant second where the beanie had gone. "What did you need me to do?"
"I hope it also tastes good. You know I'm a shit cook." And to answer his question, he scoops some pasta up with his fork, blows on it gently, then holds it up for Leo to take.
The pasta is still hot when he shoves it in his mouth. A pained hum escapes him, but he chews through the heat to taste the pasta like he'd been asked. Thankfully, it tastes better than Yungy gives himself credit for. He waits with telling him until he's swallowed his bite, just in case he gets an elbow in the stomach for being rude.
"It's good, bro." Leo only reaches past him to grab the salt shaker and gives it two gentle taps above the pot before returning it. "You did great."
"Bro just called his boyfriend 'bro'. Cooked. Can I get a divorce, bro?"
Leo's stomach does flips and he very much fails to keep the smile from his voice when he responds with a "marry me first, bro."
That finally gets Yungy to turn around. The first thing he does is grin, something happy shining in his eyes. Then, he notices the hoodie, and the grin twists into a look of offence. "Bro—"
"I forgot my own!" Leo says, way too quickly. A snort escapes past his upturned lips and the lie is shattered in an instant. He can't help himself. Yungy is too torn between being offended and being too obvious in how much he likes the sight of his own hoodie on Leo.
"You're lucky you're cute, bro." A hand is fisted into the hoodie just a small moment before Yungy pulls him closer. Their lips are hardly an inch away from each other, enough to short-circuit Leo into holding his breath and making his grin freeze. Yungy's eyes are half lidded, the mirth painted on his lopsided smile. "You're lucky you're very cute."
Leo can't keep away for a second longer. Hands shooting to cup Yungy's head, he closes the gap between them to kiss him. Hands settle on his waist just a second before he feels the counter dig into his back, the heat from the active stove settling into the hoodie immediately. Thankfully, Yungy slips past him to turn it off before anything can get burnt. Leo uses the distraction to press himself closer, feeling their bodies slot together like they were made for it, fingers digging into the hoodie he wears and the skin below with greed he's not used to … yet.
The moment is over much too quickly. Yungy pulls away—with another quick kiss, because he's kind like that—to grab some oven mittens before he's taking the pot off the stove. He misses Leo's super-convincing pout to set it down on the dinner table.
"Food first, kisses later."
Leo narrows his eyes at him when Yungy turns back to him. "Kisses now, food later?" he tries, but he's already reaching for the cabinet above him to grab two glasses. When his boyfriend laughs and rolls his eyes, he grabs the bottle of wine left for this exact moment.
"Food now, kisses as soon as we're done. And then cuddles, okay? Then you can also keep the hoodie on, otherwise I'm taking it back."
He waits with pouring the wine until he's at the table. First, he steals another kiss to earn himself a sigh and a smile, then he's pouring how much he knows Yungy enjoys. Like a true gentleman, he also pulls back the chair so his boyfriend can sit—and also scoff at him.
When he finally sits too, he can't keep the lovesick look from his eyes. "Deal."