Jacket

"Hey, have you seen my red- dude come on, I was planning on wearing that today," Eddy complained at the sight of Brett in his red flannel. Brett shrugged, "Too late, just go wear the green jacket."

Eddy wrinkled his nose. "You already wore that one like three times this week, it's gross now. Never mind I'll just wear the black practice hoodie," Eddy said, shaking his head. He left Brett to himself. Retrieving the black hoodie, Eddy sighed. Their clothes are virtually indistinguishable. He put on the hoodie.

"Well that's a tight fit." Eddy shrugged it off and searched.

Overtime

Eddy rubbed his eyes, displacing his glasses as he yawned. Brett stared almost unblinkingly at his laptop screen, continuing to work. Eddy glanced at the time- it's 12:42am. Not the latest but still pretty late. "Hey, let's finish up for the night, yeah?" Eddy suggested.

Brett hummed in response, fingers typing away sluggishly at the keyboard. Eddy nudged Brett's socked foot with his own and Brett looked up. "Let's go sleep," Eddy reiterated. Brett nodded. Eddy closed his windows and shut the laptop, Brett following suit after a moment.

Both men trudged to the bathroom and brushed their teeth.

Caffeine

The dark liquid bubbled, two mugs and a bespectacled man awaiting its completion. Brett put two teaspoons of Coffee Mate in one mug and one teaspoon in the other, then a teaspoon of sugar in the first one. The bubbling noise died down as light spilled into the room.

Brett poured the coffee into the mugs. Metal clinked against ceramic as he mixed both drinks. A taller man emerged into the kitchen, eyes still shut and hair a mess. "G'morning," Eddy mumbled, taking a seat. Brett pushed a mug his way.

Eddy took a sip, relishing the creamer. "Thanks, man."

Massage

"Intonation," Brett sing-songed quietly as he listened to Eddy's Sibelius. Eddy's forehead creased in concentration as he continued to work through the phrasing. He stops, removing the violin from under his neck.

"You're a little too tense there," Brett said, leaning on the music stand. Eddy stretched his neck side to side. He shook his hands and stretched his arms as Brett watched. "You want a neck massage?"

"Yes, please, that would be great," Eddy breathed. Brett cracked his knuckles as Eddy took a seat. Small hands smoothed out the knots forming in Eddy's neck. Eddy melted into the touch.

Notes:

The intimacy of sharing clothes is unparalleled and as a smol person, oversized clothes are amaaazing. Tbh I usually get annoyed when someone tells me to stop doing stuff and go to sleep, or at least, I'll resist it. Maybe one day I'll have someone that I'll just accept them telling me to sleep.
As for caffeine, I personally prefer hot chocolate, but there's just something about someone knowing how you like your coffee y'know? There's love in being known. Also I've never used a coffee maker in my life. And for that last one, tbh it was supposed to be them reviewing each other's violin playing then I realized I still don't know enough to know what should be pointed out. And after some late night practice, I also want a massage.
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