SRK
Pavitr needed rest, and did a poor job at hiding it, so naturally Hobie took him to his apartment.
They walked in, both soaked from the mission. Pavitr took his shoes off at the door, urging Hobie to do the same.
He hadn’t had the chance to stay a night at Hobie’s yet, too busy saving Mumbattan and spending time with Gayatri. But when he did come over he usually dropped off a crap ton of Mithai.
“Make yourself at home. Toothbrushes, towels, bandaids, and everythin else in the yellow box.” Hobie said, pointing at a cardboard box with children’s handprints all over it. Pavitr prayed there were clothes in there.
There was not.
Pavitr swallowed his pride, “Uh…any clothes in here dude?” He pretended to keep digging through the box.
“Sorry mate. You’re gonna have to borrow mine.” Hobie said, briefly turning away to hide the dumb smile on his face.
Pavitr had a weird giddy feeling in his stomach. (Just because you’re excited to wear your friends clothes doesn’t mean anything.)
Hobie led him to the closet, opening it and digging for clothes. He pulled out a pair of pajamas that were a couple sizes too big.
Pavitr fought the urge to smile, biting his lip.
“This’d fit yeah?” Hobie said, looking at Pav knowing full well it wouldn’t. He wasn’t going to pass up this chance?! He’d die before doing that.
Pavitr rolled his eyes, and grabbed it. He couldn’t wipe the dumb grin on his face even if he tried. Hobie was blessed with some skill.
They both changed, using Gwen’s blowdryer to dry off. Cloth pooled at the floor beneath Pavitr. Hobie was dying. He couldn’t think let alone speak.
Pav looked cozy and so huggable in his clothes and damn it Hobie needed to be escorted to a mental institution because of what he’d do for him.
“So are those handprints on the wall because you babysit? Or is that all Mayday.” Pavitr said, pointing to the tiny painted hands.
“Don’t believe in babysitting. I take care of a couple kids on the side, yeah.” Hobie replied.
Pavitr jumped off the floor, face lit up. “Please tell me you have photos.” Oh my god was he actually going to be blessed with Hobie playing with children?
Pure serotonin.
“I…have a couple in my phone.” Hobie replied, surprised at the question. Pavitr squeezed onto the couch while Hobie took out his phone.
He began to scroll through pics of him painting with them, helping them water his plants…etc etc
Hobie continued scrolling, sneaking glances at Pavitr as he moved closer, becoming more and more enamored with the images.
“Wait- what’s that one?” Pavitr asked, leaning in.
Hobie swiped.
He could see Pav’s smile wrinkle at the edges.
“This one?” he replied.
Hobie wanted to reach out and run his hands along Pav’s jawline.
“Yes! I think it’s my favorite.”
Pretty brown eyes. And why was he so kissable.
“She wanted to make spikes like mine so I gave her cardboard.” Hobie explained.
Pavitr laughed, swiping through them.
Hobie could see his hair fall out of place. He resisted the urge to push it back and tie it up into the red hair clip.
“Hobie?” Pavitr said, stilling.
“Yeah?” he said, eyes still trained on the slight blush forming on Pavitr’s cheeks.
“I can see you looking at me.” he said, looking to the side awkwardly.
Hobie wanted to sink into the ground. He made it that fucking obvious. Cover blown.
“Was there something in my teeth or..?” Pavitr asked sheepishly, running his hands through his hair.
“Turn around?” Hobie prodded. Even though there was nothing on Pavitr right now.
“Dude this is so embarrassing.” he said, facing Hobie.
“Is not. Just dust on your eyelash.”
Pavitr rubbed his eyes.
“It’s useless, i’ll get it.” Hobie added.
Pavitr stared dumbly.
Hobie leaned in, “You know you have to close your eyes right.”
His eyes fluttered close, waiting.
Kiss me just kiss me kiss me-
“I lied. There wasn’t anything.” Hobie admitted suddenly.
Pavitr began to open his eyes, “Then why’d you-“
“Nuh uh…Keep em closed.”
He felt Hobie’s thumbs brush along his eyelids.
A beat.
Hobie ran his hands across Pavitr’s jaw, just below his ears. Like he’d imagined. Pavitr sighed, leaning into the touch.
“I said not to open your eyes.” Hobie whispered, not stopping the motion.
“Why?”
Because he was falling in love with them.
Instead of saying that, he pressed their foreheads together, pushing his hair back and kissing Pav’s eyelids. Warm, stay here forever.
Hobie ended up playing old Shah Rukh Khan movies on the tv while Pavitr tended to his arm. He needed more, more of all of that, more of him. Pav joined him on the couch, staring dully at the movie.
He felt his mind drift off, Hobie yawned and that was the last thing he remembered that night.