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"Ren, where did my shirt go?" Sam asked while looking around his closet. He just couldn't find the white shirt with the blue hibiscus flower pattern on it. That is, until Ren spoke up after entering the room.
"I have no idea honestly. It could be anywhere." Sam could hear the smirk in the jester's voice. It made him narrow his eyes and he looked up before dead panning. There Ren was, wearing Sam's shirt while grinning like the goofball she was.
Sam sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as Ren twirled dramatically, the stolen shirt's hem flaring around his waist. "You're ridiculous," he muttered, though the corners of his mouth twitched despite himself. The fabric draped loosely over Ren's frame, the sleeves swallowing her wrists whole, and Sam couldn't help but notice how the hibiscus pattern stood out against Ren's usual chaotic palette of mismatched colors.
Ren stopped mid-spin, tilting their head like a curious cat. "Ridiculous? Or fashionable?" They struck a pose, one hand on their hip, the other flung out like a victorious swordsman. The shirt slipped off one shoulder, revealing a collarbone dusted with freckles Sam had memorized months ago.
"You're a bit short for that." Sam said flatly, though his voice betrayed that he wanted to smile at this. He reached out, tugging the fabric back into place with practiced ease, fingers brushing skin for half a second too long. Ren's grin softened into something quieter, something warm. "I'm average height. You're just tall as hell."
There was a pause, silence for a split moment. Then Ren leaned in, close enough that Sam could count their eyelashes beneath the bangs somehow. "Admit it," he whispered, "you love it when I wear your stuff."
Sam's face burned. He opened his mouth, to protest, to deflect, but Ren was already pivoting away with a laugh, heading for the door. "Wait-" Sam caught his wrist, pulling him back. Ren stumbled into him, their chests colliding with a quiet thump. For a moment, they just breathed. Ren was grinning, almost smirking, while looking up at Sam. He looked triumphant. Sam stared back, then finally he grinned.
Sam exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers tightening around Ren’s wrist, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep her from slipping away again. Ren’s pulse thrummed under his thumb, quick and alive, and Sam realized distantly that his own heart was hammering just as hard. "You’re impossible," he muttered, but the words lacked any real bite. Ren’s grin widened, impossibly brighter, and Sam felt something warm and reckless unfurl in his chest.
Ren tilted their head, the movement dislodging another inch of fabric from his shoulder and their hair revealed their eyes now. "Impossible? Or irresistible?" Their voice was light, teasing, but there was a flicker of something vulnerable in her eyes, like she was testing the waters, waiting to see if Sam would push her away or pull her closer. Sam swallowed, his grip loosening just enough to slide down to tangle their fingers together instead. Ren’s breath hitched, barely audible, but Sam heard it all the same.
The shirt, Sam’s shirt, was rumpled now, hanging off Ren’s frame in a way that was objectively ridiculous and yet, somehow, endearing. Sam reached out with his free hand, thumb brushing the hibiscus print just above Ren’s collarbone. "You stretched the neckline," he accused, but there was no heat in it. Ren laughed, the sound bubbling up like sunlight, and leaned into the touch. "Worth it," he declared, shameless. "Besides, you like it."
Sam’s ears burned. He did. God help him, he really did. Ren was just perfect when he did these things. It was cute. Too cute at times.
Ren shifted, pressing closer until their clasped hands were trapped between them, warm and solid. His free hand came up to curl into the front of Sam’s shirt, tugging gently. "Say it," he murmured, voice dropping low. The challenge was there, but so was the quiet hope, the unspoken question. Sam’s throat went dry. He could lie, could deflect, could.... Anything. But he didn't want to. Why not admit it?
Sam exhaled, slow and deliberate, feeling the weight of Ren's gaze like sunlight on his skin. The air between them crackled with something unspoken, something that had been building for months in stolen glances and half-finished sentences. Ren’s fingers tightened in his shirt, insistent, and Sam could see the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed, nervous, for once, instead of smug. It was that vulnerability that undid him.
"Fine," Sam murmured, ducking his head until their foreheads brushed. Ren went very still. "I like it. Happy?" His voice was rough, barely above a whisper, but Ren’s answering grin was immediate, dazzling.
"Ecstatic," Ren breathed, and then he was surging forward, closing the last inch between them. His lips were warm, slightly chapped, and Sam had half a second to register the taste of stolen coffee and mint before his brain short-circuited entirely. He kissed back without thinking, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of Ren’s neck, fingers tangling in the mess of his hair. The shirt, his shirt, was soft under his other hand, the fabric warm from Ren’s skin, and Sam couldn’t help but fist his fingers in it, pulling him closer.
Ren made a noise against his mouth, something between a laugh and a gasp, and Sam felt it vibrate through his ribs. They stumbled backward, the back of Sam’s knees hitting the edge of the bed, and then Ren was pushing him down, climbing into his lap with the same effortless grace he did everything else. His knees bracketed Sam’s hips, and the stolen shirt rode up, exposing a sliver of skin that Sam’s thumb found without hesitation. Ren shivered, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against Sam’s shoulder, breathing hard.
"Took you long enough," Ren muttered, but there was no bite to it, just relief, like he’d been holding his breath for years. Sam huffed a laugh, dragging his lips along the shell of Ren’s ear, delighting in the way he shuddered. "You could’ve just asked," he pointed out, nipping lightly at Ren’s earlobe. Ren laughed softly and sighed. "True. But where's the fun in that?"
They laid on the bed together, letting that question hang in the air and just focusing on each other's bodies. Which was much more fun for the two to do.