Cale & Anders modern AU where they shop and eat at IKEA and where Cale’s a bouncer while Anders is… I’m not sure what he’s doing X’D
It was funny how the little things always stuck the most, like how cramped the table suddenly was at IKEA once Cale was sitting across from him at it, or how he always rested his feet on either side of Anders’, still where Anders was mobile, focused where Anders was flighty, his legs warm under jeans that always seemed a little too small for such a big man.
“Do they even make jeans in your size, or do you have to order them special?” Anders asks, and Cale just stares at him.
They’ve done this a dozen times now: Swedish meatballs and pie, cheap food for big appetites, soda and coffee with too much sugar, and Anders always finishes first, taking bits off of Cale’s plate. Anders smiles like a fool.
“I don’t know how you eat so slowly,” Anders says, taking a meatball off of Cale’s plate, and Cale just stares at him.
Everyone stares. Newlyweds buying cheap furniture for their first apartments look at the two men with raised brows, wondering, and the people behind the counter have gotten to know them. Their orders are rung up before they get a chance to order.
“Are you ever going to get a haircut?” Anders asks, leaning forward to push a wild strand out of Cale’s eyes, and Cale just stares at him.
It’s later, when Cale’s sitting on the floor in front of the couch, with Anders’ hands moving slowly over his big shoulders, that he answers with fingertips brushing across Anders’, with the weight of his body leaning against his legs, and with the tilt of his head to meet Anders’ lips.
Anders knows why he stares.