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Scott had just taken a shower, put on his pajamas, and done his skincare routine. Thus, he was ready to go to bed and not wake up until like 1:00 the next day. It was a weekend, so he could actually do that, wow. But, well, unfortunately for Scott, there was an obstacle in his bed preventing him from getting into it.
That obstacle was Joel Beans.
Joel was laying down on Scott’s bed, feet waving in the air. He was all dressed up in fluffy pajama pants and a ripped t-shirt, his hair was tied in two messy braids. He was scrolling on his phone, but looked up when Scott entered the room with an absolutely nonplussed expression on his face.
“Again? This is, like, the third time this week, Joel,” Scott automatically went over to close the window Joel had entered from. It was way too breezy out to leave it open
Joel rolled his eyes, turning back to his phone, “Aren’t you supposed to be in love with me or something? You should be glad I’m here.”
“Joel-”
“Besides, it was you or Jim, and Jim’s got Tango over, and I may be kinda bi, but I draw the line at gay threesomes.”
Scott laughed as he sat down on the bed beside Joel, who kicked Scott’s shoulder.
“Actually saying it, are we?” Scott asked.
“Saying what, that I don’t want to make out with Jimmy and Tango?”
“Stupid,” Scott shifted down into laying on his side, facing Joel, “No, I mean the bi thing.”
Joel turned his head away, but Scott could see a blush spread down his neck regardless. He wondered if Joel knew how absolutely red he got whenever he was embarrassed.
“Maybe?” Said Joel.
Scott smiled smugly, “Finally. Can’t believe it took you this long. Now how long until you admit I’m your boyfriend?”
Joel didn’t respond to that. Instead, he shifted himself back against Scott’s chest. He clapped his hands to turn out the light.
“Sorry, too much?” Scott asked softly as he gently wrapped his arms around Joel. He slung a leg over him as well.
“Bit,” admitted Joel.
“Sorry,” he squeezed Joel’s torso gently, “I am proud of you, though.”
Joel nodded in silent thanks as he tucked his head underneath Scott’s chin. His hand came to hold Scott’s bicep, holding it tightly against his chest.
It was comfy, and, like every time they did this, Scott fell asleep within five minutes. Faster than usual, maybe, with the hope that the next night Joel broke into his house, he’d call Scott his boyfriend.