Just a short fluffy drabble :)
"Aw, come on!" Stan cried out as his virtual character died once again. "How are you so good at this game? You don't even own an Xbox!" He asked his blonde friend, Kenny, who had beaten him for the umpteenth time. Stan had honestly lost count.
Kenny just shrugged and gave Stan a cheeky grin. "I'm just naturally talented." He said arrogantly as he picked up a slice of pizza and leaned back into the couch with confidence.
Stan rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah. You're just natu-" Stan stopped midsentence, his retort dying on his tongue as the sound of the doorbell interrupted him. The sound rang throughout the house, causing both boys to turn their attention to the door for a moment, before Stan got up to answer it. He walked to the doorway and pulled the door open before the person could ring again.
To Stan's pleasant surprise, it was his boyfriend. "Oh hey, Pete." He greeted the familiar goth with a smile.
"You need to wear this." Pete demanded suddenly, shoving a jacket at Stan's chest.
Stan was taken aback by Pete's bluntness but recognized his own letterman as he took hold of it. He looked back to the living room for a moment, knowing Kenny would be eavesdropping, then stepped a little further out the door. "I don- You're giving it back?" He stumbled out confused. Pete had been wearing his jacket since they had started dating. He had hardly taken it off.
"Yes." Pete replied blankly.
Stan stared down at the jacket in his hands. He was quiet for a moment before finally asking, "Did I do something wrong?"
Pete raised an eyebrow. "What? No, of course not."
"I don't understand. If you're not breaking up with me, then why are you giving it back?" Stan asked puzzled.
"It no longer smells like you." Pete said this as if it were an unacceptable fact. "You need wear it for a few days."
Stan could hear Kenny snickering back in the living room. He was probably going to tease him about this but Stan didn't care at the moment. He couldn't help his own grin. "I can do that." He said as he slipped his arm into the sleeve and put the jacket on.
"Good." Pete said firmly as if satisfied by the action. "And then you'll give it back to me." He ordered.
"Of course." Stan said still smiling happily. He was completely unfazed by Pete's threatening tone.
Pete nodded and moved to walk away but Stan stopped him. "One more thing." He said just before pressing a firm, gentle kiss to Pete's lips.
When Stan pulled away, Pete's face was red to the tip of his ears. He still wasn't quite use to Stan's acts of affection. He couldn't bring himself to speak and merely walked away. Stan watched him fondly for a moment, then reentered his house.
His boyfriend was weird.