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for that fic thing if u doing it fluff 1 or 2 🤫

1. How much did you drink?

+ 2. Aw, you’re so cute.

“I still think that explosion should be bigger,” said Mac.

“Bro, you say that every single time we watch Predator.”

Mac shoved Dennis’s legs off his lap and swept the beer cans littering their coffee table into his arms to go dump in the trash. Charlie and Frank had just left — an irregular movie night where they invited their friends and joined their evening with Gruesome Twosome Tuesday — and they sure knew how to burn through alcohol.

He heard Dennis traipsing after him. When he turned around, Dennis had his phone flipped open and pressed to his ear.

“Hey,” Mac said quietly. He settled in front of where Dennis was leaning on the counter, reaching out to pluck at the front of his t-shirt. “What are you doing?” Mac tapped on his arm. “Den, what are you doing?”

Dennis pushed his hands away. He bit his lip, turning away to listen to whoever was on the other line.

Mac got bored and, with an indignant huff, retreated to the living room to keep clearing away the remnants of their night. There were a lot of beer cans scattered around in there. A lot.

“I ordered Panda Express,” said Dennis, sticking his head around the wall a few minutes later. “I’m gonna go pick it up.”

“Oh — Okay, hold on a minute,” said Mac. He dropped the beers he was holding onto the couch and wiped his hands off on his pants. “I’ll come.”

Dennis’s lips pressed together as he looked at him for a moment, eyes warm, expression unreadable; without saying anything, he ducked back into the kitchen.

Mac pulled on a jacket and found Dennis crouched by the front door putting on shoes.

“Ready to go?” he asked, standing up and holding a hand out to Mac.

Mac stopped and frowned, scanning the worn shirt he was wearing. It made him look very young and handsome, but it wasn’t very warm.

“Are you really gonna go out without a coat?” he asked.

Dennis glanced down too.

“Uh…Yeah, I was going to,” he said. He held his hand out again, more insistently this time. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a couple blocks.”

“No. Not happening,” Mac said sternly. As Dennis immediately started to protest, Mac’s volume climbed over his: “You’ll get sick, Dennis! And we’re supposed to go play basketball with those punks tomorrow, the ones that made fun of us? I’m grabbing you a sweatshirt, at least.”

Dennis sighed, shifting his weight around between his feet. “Mac—”

Mac was already gone, disappeared into his bedroom. He grabbed a hoodie at random from his closet — came up with a grey pullover, some random logo all across the front from a store he’d long since forgotten existed — and thrust it into Dennis’s hands. Mac crossed his arms, frowning, while Dennis kicked up a small fuss but ultimately shrugged it on over his head, even as he kept complaining. Mac split into a grin and reached down to tug on the ends of the sweatshirt, pulling it taut. Dennis arched an eyebrow.

“You’re so cute,” Mac gushed — he knew shit like that made Dennis uncomfortable, but it just tumbled out of him when he saw Dennis, standing sleepy and cozy in his clothes.

Sure enough, a flush crawled fast up Dennis’s neck and spilled across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose. Mac bit his lip, watching Dennis’s gaze flicker away. Before Dennis could get antsy, Mac tipped in and pressed a kiss to his mouth that landed off-center. He felt Dennis relax against him, tension unwinding from his shoulders all at once. Dennis pushed him off, rolling his eyes. He grabbed Mac’s hand and lead them out of the apartment.

Outside was a little warmer than expected, but Mac was still glad he’d put them both in jackets anyway. Better safe than sorry. After a block, Dennis pulled the ends of his sleeves over his palms.

“Hey,” Mac said, gravitating up against his side and curling his hand around Dennis’s bicep. “You cold?”

Dennis glanced over, shooting him a wan smile.

“I’m fine,” said Dennis. He nestled closer to Mac anyway, nudging his cheek into his shoulder. Mac squeezed his arm. Walking was a little more difficult this way, harder to avoid tripping over each other’s feet, but he wouldn’t give up the welcome weight of Dennis leaning into his side for anything.

Their food still wasn’t ready when they got inside the store, although the cashier assured them it should be out soon. They drifted over to the wall to keep out of the way while they waited; there was a football game on the TV behind the counter that Mac had his eyes trained on. Beside him, Dennis glanced lazily around the nearly-empty restaurant.

After a couple minutes, just when the game was getting really tense, Dennis slipped his hand out of Mac’s, stepped in front of him, and folded his arms around his neck. Mac huffed, back hitting the wall when Dennis tucked his face into his shoulder and pressed his body close, but he wrapped his arms around Dennis’s waist immediately.

“Oh! Hi, baby,” he said. Dennis nosed at his jacket and pushed in closer to Mac’s throat. “Um…How ya doing?”

He hesitated, wanting to keep watching the game and glancing between the screen and the top of Dennis’s head partially obscuring his line of vision, but Dennis won out after a brief tussle. Mac relaxed into him, hands spreading across his back, eyes slipping closed.

Dennis hummed. Mac felt more than heard it, Dennis’s lips near enough to his skin. Dennis was warm, and Mac squeezed him tighter, nuzzling into his hair. Dennis slipped his arms under Mac’s, stroking his back. He tilted his head to press a kiss to his jaw, ending up a little bit on the underside of his chin, then sighed contentedly and tucked his face back into the curve of Mac’s neck. He was close enough that his nose pressed against skin. Even after all this time, Mac could feel his body reacting to it: Months of this and he still wasn’t entirely used to it. Half a year and his skin still heated up when Dennis touched him like this, when Dennis let himself be vulnerable. Mac knew he was supposed to be the protector of his friends, the protector of Dennis, but he was well aware what they usually thought about that. How they laughed. Only when Dennis did shit like this, turning his back on the world and trusting Mac to watch his back, or hold him while he closed his eyes and when they slept. That’s when he thought that Dennis knew it too.

“How much did you drink?” Mac laughed. He settled his hand in Dennis’s hair, thumb running back and forth.

“Not that much,” Dennis murmured. “Me and Charlie were racing at one point, but…Not that much. Why?”

“You just seem very…” He cast around for a word that wouldn’t embarrass him to the point of pulling away. Cuddly. Needy. “Sleepy.”

“Oh. I’m a little tired, I guess,” he conceded, resettling against Mac’s chest.

“We can watch this week’s Next Top Model while we eat,” said Mac. “It just recorded yesterday. You’ll wake up a little.”

“Yeah,” said Dennis. He pulled away from Mac, rubbing at an eye. “Yeah, you’re right. Tyra’s good for that.”

They shared a quiet smile. Mac’s heart thumped harder than before, and he thought he saw a glimpse of it again: How Dennis really felt about him. Like he was still tucked into Mac’s neck, or happy to let Mac lead him blindfolded around the city. A little warmer than trust. A little more tender.

Before Mac could reach out and yank him back into another hug, the cashier called out their order. Dennis glanced over his shoulder. With a placating half-smile, he uncurled Mac’s hand from the bottom of his sweatshirt so that he could go and pay.

Mac’s attention drifted back to the football game until it cut to the next commercial a few minutes later. He joined Dennis up by the counter, touching the small of his back and rubbing gently.

“Ready to go?” Mac asked, hushed, into Dennis’s ear.

Dennis tucked his wallet away and threaded their fingers together, pulling him toward the door. Mac grabbed the bag with their takeout inside.

“Yeah,” said Dennis, squeezing his hand and holding the door open for him to go through first. “Let’s go home.”

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