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Felix only wanted to drink his juice.
That’s it. Just his juice. The juice Felix bought specifically for himself.
His Naked Juice: Greens Protein that he bought, for himself.
And his dumbass of a boyfriend let his friend drink it.
Now listen, Felix isn’t pissed that Sylvain had a girl over. Hell, he even participated in Sylvain’s weekly talk-shit meetings with Claude and Hilda.
Sylvain didn’t even have the decency to clean the table after Claude and Hilda had left.
Lo and behold, his Naked Juice: Green Protein was on the table, Hilda’s pink lipstick staining the rim.
Currently, the bottle is being squished in his fist as he glares at Sylvain.
Sylvain, the infuriating asshole, is just smirking at Felix. Felix could feel his vein pop. And of course, Sylvain decides to be a dumbass (as usual, but it’s worse since Felix is already pissed).
“Felix, calm down,” he somehow manages to look more smug, “I’ll get you Naked if you come with me.” The asshole has the nerve to look proud.
“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight, you goddamned idiot,” Felix scolds the ginger, yet he is a little impressed to see Sylvain express just a tiny amount of remorse.
“Awww Babe, don’t be like this,” Sylvain no longer has any remorse on his face and Felix is no longer impressed, “I’ll get Naked and you can drink some of my protein , yeah?”
Felix gives Sylvain a loving (that’s one way to put it) smack on his arm and Sylvain hisses out an ouch , “I even put my name on the bottle, how did you not realize that it’s mine?”
“I did realize,” Sylvain is holding the spot that Felix smacked, but the ginger laughs because he has no sense of self-preservation, “I just took the chance to make Naked jokes while I could,” or sense of shame apparently. Felix should have guessed that.
“Let me guess,” Felix sighs in exasperation, “you said, ‘Do you mind if I get you Naked?’ and Hilda gave normal fake-flirty response while Claude watched and planned to tell me, you gave Hilda the bottle, and then you all proceeded to talk shit about Lorenz or listen to Claude talk about his baby wyvern.”
Sylvain’s self-satisfied smirk says everything that Felix didn’t want to hear. He didn’t want to see it either, but it’s ok he guess.Yeah, no. Sylvain is going to buy more of that damned drink.
Felix feels a little embarrassed that he’s throwing such a fit. At the same time, he knows that Sylvain expected this exact dilemma occurring. Felix almost smirks as a thought comes to mind.
Felix pouts at Sylvain.
He-
He pouted. Sylvain’s brain went into overdrive.
The only time Felix pouts is when they-...
Sylvain mentally slapped himself.
Felix leans forward and rests his hands on Sylvain’s broad chest. The ginger could no longer bring himself back to reality as Felix’s hands slip down, down, down. Sylvain’s hands rest on Felix’s snatched waist.
Felix kneels down and oh, Sylvain is definitely on board this train . Felix almost laughs outloud when Sylvain takes off his own shirt and subsequently rests his hands on Felix’s hips. Felix tugs Sylvain’s gray sweats and briefs down his muscular legs.
When Sylvain steps out of them however, Felix immediately stands up and pulls the leather wallet out of the pocket. Sylvain stares in confusion having already forgotten that Felix was pissed just a few moments beforehand.
“I’m buying more juice,” Felix walks out the door and gives Sylvain a half-hearted wave, “have fun standing Naked with a stiffy by yourself.”
As he shuts the door, Felix hears Sylvain’s embarrassed squawk of, “FELIX, WHAT THE HELL?”