2, 56, and 70 for Kent/swoops please? :)
2. “It reminded me of you.”
“What’s this?” Kent looked down at the tiny plant Jeff had handed over as soon as he stepped inside. He could hear Eric in the kitchen, bustling about. It smelled like berries in Kent’s house.
“It reminded me of you, that’s all,” Jeff said. It was a spiky little thing, a tiny cactus he’d seen at the store. It was a brilliant shade of purple.
“Aw,” Kent said, looking down at it again. He leaned forward then, pressing a soft kiss to Jeff’s mouth. “Thank you, babe.”
56. “It brings out your eyes.”
“Is that really the tie you’re wearing?” Kent asked. He was tying a fancy knot in his own sage green tie, not even looking as he did it.
He looked perfect, like usual.
“What’s wrong with it?” Jeff asked, looking down. The tie was fine, right? It was a plain blue one.
“Nothing,” Kent said, “it’s just boring as fuck.”
“Shut up,” said Jeff.
“We’re buying you new stuff,” Kent said, “when we get home.”
And that was how they’d ended up in some fancy store Jeff couldn’t even remember the name of, looking at suits that cost way, way, way more money than seemed necessary. Even for a millionaire.
Kent looked at the deep blue suit he’d had Jeff put on, chewing his lower lip. “Oh,” he said, after a moment, “I know. Hang on.”
Jeff blinked. Before he knew what was happening, Kent was back. He looped a bronze tie around Jeff’s neck, pulling on it a little. “This will be perfect,” he said. “It brings out your eyes.” He was standing close enough that Jeff could smell his cologne. Kent tilted his head to the side just a little and tied a knot in the necktie for Jeff. “There. Look.”
Jeff turned toward the mirror again. Honestly, he looked good. Really good. “Thank you,” Jeff said.
“Yeah,” said Kent, stepping back a little. “Don’t mention it.”
70. “You’re warm.”
Jeff laid a hand across Kent’s forehead. He frowned. “Hey, buddy,” he said, making sure to keep his voice soft.
Kent’s eyes opened. They looked a little glassy.
“You’re warm,” Jeff said.
“It’s cold in here,” said Kent.
“I’m gonna get a thermometer, okay?” Jeff went to the bathroom, returning with a thermometer, some Tylenol, and a glass of water. “Put this under your tongue.”
Kent didn’t move.
“Bud,” Jeff said. “Open up. C’mon –” he pushed the thermometer into Kent’s mouth. When it beeped, he took it back out. It read 100.6.
“Yep,” he said. “You’ve got a fever. Here, take this –” he handed Kent the Tylenol, then the water. “All right. Looks like we’re not going out tonight, huh?”
“I’m sorry,” Kent said.
“It’s fine,” said Jeff. “I don’t care where we are when I’m with you.”