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Fitted

This was the tenth beer can he left loitering in his living room this week. More specifically, it was the third one left atop of an end table, the seemingly useless piece of furniture he purchased at Kal's insistence. Because if he was going to "mouth off about being grown and independent then he should own certain necessities". Kaldur was the only reason why Roy's living room didn't look like a college kid's attempt at interior design. He found that more furniture was necessary than a sofa and coffee table when it was more than just him in his apartment. (a folding chair for his friends to put drinks on was a sorry excuse for an furniture). And it was becoming increasingly more common for it to not just be him in his apartment.

Robin had found out where he lived. Maybe he stuck a tracer onto Kal's messenger bag or something. Either way, at the moment, there was trash everywhere. A few plates left on the floor next to the sofa. His bathroom hadn't been cleaned since the last time Kal and the others visited. And suddenly, Roy felt guilty. He knew the guys were coming over tonight. They had planned it. And here he was, still sitting on his ass a full hour and a half before they were to arrive. Kal was gonna kill him…again. Because this had become a pattern. It became one not long after Robin, Wally, and Conner's second visit.

Hanging out at the Cave should be more fun, the TV was larger, and Megan finally mastered cookies. But the Cave meant surveillance. The Cave also meant a lack of beer, which Wally and Dick shouldn't be drinking anyway because they were underage (not that Roy was legal either, and there was no telling with Conner because of the clone thing.) But Wally's metabolism burned it off, so did Conner's, and Dick actually knew how to show restraint. Roy never worried about Kaldur. Kaldur didn't drink beer, because Kaldur had the drinking habits of an old man. Kal downed the cup of scotch Ollie offered them, because he'd rather they drink with his permission instead of sneaking around in his liquor cabinet, like a pro. And since then he'd tried it all, whiskey, brandy, vodka. All while Ollie was glad to be the "cool dad" and teach the differences. Meanwhile, Roy sat beside them wondering if the drinks would taste sweeter if he drank from Kal's cup. Or if it would still burn on the way down if he stole a sip from Kal's lips.

Fuck…. He needed to put the rest of the beer in the fridge so it'd be somewhat cold by the time the guys arrived. Roy pushed himself off his sofa and made his way to the kitchen. He opened his refrigerator to see the mess that was inside. Somehow, despite having no real food, there wasn't enough space for a couple of six packs. Kal was going to kill him.

Kaldur had taken symbolic ownership of Roy's apartment and was embarrassed by the mess. The next time they scheduled a night in he came early, with both the cleaning supplies Roy lacked, and a bag of groceries to cook dinner with. Because at some point he missed that ordering out was a staple of guys nights in. They still ordered out of course, Wally's stomach was too large for Kaldur to cook for. But Roy wasn't going to say no to a home cooked meal, so both became standard.

Kaldur had helped Roy clean his apartment before, back when it was just the two of them. And back then Roy never let it get this bad, he wasn't a total slob. Maybe it was that his nights became longer. There were places in this city that Ollie couldn't reach, and a few more hours out didn't hurt when there was no one waiting for you at home. So what if he got sloppy? All he did in his apartment was sleep and eat anyway. But now those moments before the guys showed up, because Robin really must have a tracker on the Atlantean, were some of the few times that he got to be alone with his best friend. So maybe he wanted an excuse for Kal to come early, if Kaldur wasn't going to call him on it he'd probably continue.

His doorbell rang twenty minutes later, and in twenty minutes he barely finished the kitchen. He rushed to open the door anyway, and there Kal was, groceries spilling from his messenger bag. He looked at Roy expectantly and Roy snapped out of his trance. He stepped to the side to let Kaldur inside his apartment. Something was different about his friend. His voice raised in surprise once he identified the change. "You're dressed up," Roy said as he closed his apartment door.

"I am?" Kaldur inspected himself. The jacket was new, dark blue with a collar high enough to cover his gills. The front, however, was unzipped to show a red v neck shirt underneath. A tight red v neck shirt Roy noted. Which was weird…Kal's Atlantean clothing was little more than a glorified wetsuit. A tight shirt shouldn't impress him this much.

"I do not believe that blue jeans count as being dressed up Roy," Kaldur said as he continued on to the kitchen. He gave the rest of Roy's apartment a glance and the corners of his mouth turned down ever so slightly.

Roy hated that face. "Sorry for the mess…but uhh your jacket. It's new isn't it?"

"Ah this?" Kaldur said as he lifted a sleeve. "My last one was destroyed. M'gaan insisted that we all visit the county fair near Metropolis. Unfortunately, Toy Man felt the need to attack the Ferris Wheel."

"Huh," Roy looked Kaldur over once again. It was a whole outfit, complete with actual shoes. "And the jeans?"

"They acquired quite the assortment of rips during the ordeal" Kaldur set his bag down on the counter top then stripped off his jacket. Roy averted his eyes. It was amazing what the difference in context was doing to him. Kaldur looked great in his Atlantean clothing, but those were work clothes so they didn't count. And thus far his civilian clothing never really fit. They were castoffs picked up by frugal minded Kaldur at Goodwill. But these did…these fit very well.

Kaldur began to pull the groceries out of his bag. "I will start dinner since the kitchen is somewhat clean. Why don't you clean the bathroom?"

Roy nodded curtly, snapped out of staring by Kaldur's question. "Then we'll team up on the living room. Right?" He asked as he disappeared into the bathroom. He took his frustration out on the tub. His heart shouldn't be beating this fast. Not over a pair of damn jeans and a shirt. Its not as if Kal was in a suit, or topless or…fuck.

The kitchen smelt like chilli once he returned. Real chilli, not the bowls of lava that Ollie liked to pass off as chilli, and Kaldur had already began straightening the living room. Roy caught himself staring again as Kaldur bent down to pick up one of his discarded plates. The jeans weren't that tight. He'd kick Kaldur out of his apartment if he showed up in skinny jeans, that hipster shit wasn't allowed in his vicinity. But they were fitted where they should be, not overly loose like his old pair. Roy could see every damn curve of Kal's ass in his Atlantean gear, and that had it's appeal. But now he just wanted to stick both hands into Kal's back pockets and squ-

"Is it your plan to supervise?" Kaldur asked as he straightened his posture. His eyebrow rose as he gave Roy an inspection.

Roy felt a rush run through him. It was like their first meeting, when he realized that Kal wouldn't take his shit without reprimand, so he had to push the limit. Things ended with Kaldur on top of him and a black eye. The first half of that scenario didn't sound so bad right now. "So, uh. Who helped you pick your stuff out?" Roy asked as he crossed the space and entered the living room.

"Robin, Artemis." Kaldur replied. He bent down to pick up the last plate.

Roy hummed a response. He watched as Kaldur carried the plates to the kitchen. "Artemis," He said once the view was obstructed by his kitchen island. He began to pick up the paper that littered the floor. "That make's sense."

"It was horrid," Kaldur placed the dishes in the sink and turned on the faucet. "I was stuck in the dressing room for hours while she found pants that fit the way she liked. I do not understand the importance. It is not as if I spend enough time in surface gear to warrant such attention to detail."

"Well, I'm glad that she did." Roy clamped his mouth shut after speaking, he really needed to change the trajectory of this conversation. "I mean, for the time that you do spend up here, dressing well will help you blend in."

Kaldur looked over his shoulder from washing dishes. "It will? Thus far I have been attracting more attention."

Roy covered his jealousy with a smirk. "Girls?" He asked, presumed straight male best friends were supposed to be happy when their guy friends got female attention you idiot. So play it up.

Kaldur looked a bit embarrassed before turning away.

Roy carried the trash he collected to the kitchen trash can. "They look at you when you're in uniform too you know."

"That is different."

Roy scoffed. "Not where they're looking it isn't."

Kaldur began to dry the dishes just to avoid Roy's gaze.

Roy chuckled at Kal's embarrassment. He sometimes forgot that Kal was younger than he was. Reaching over he took the sleeve of Kal's shirt in his hand and rubbed the fabric between his fingers. It was just a fitted tee, it didn't have the strange qualities of what Kal normally wore.

Kaldur's eyes flicked over to Roy and then back to the dishes. "What?"

"Tell her, tell Art I mean, that she did a good job."

Kaldur pouted the tiniest bit. "She said that you would approve."

"She did?" Roy moved closer to Kaldur, forgetting the need to cover for himself. He leaned against the counter top and gave Kaldur a side eyed glance. "You showing off for me then?"

Kaldur's eyes grew wide as he turned to him. "I did want your opinion," he stated timidly. "In all honesty I feel as if this is a bit much." He tugged at the neckline of his shirt.

Roy reached over to straighten Kaldur's shirt. He suppressed a shiver as his fingers brushed Kaldur's skin. He looked up to see Kaldur's eyes on him and wondered at the unfamiliar emotion behind them. "If you don't want girls to look at you then this might have to go." Roy traced the v of Kaldur's shirt with his fingers until his they reached his neck. Kaldur's gills fluttered in response. "Or at least keep your jacket zipped."

"And the jeans?" Kaldur asked at almost a whisper.

"The jeans can stay." Roy said as he looked downward. His left hand moved to one of the belt loops of Kaldur's jeans. He rubbed the fabric with his thumb. "I might have to get a pair for myself."

"You could…take mine."

The doorbell rang and Roy cursed under his breath. Maybe the tracer was on him, connected directly to his heart. They would arrive before he could figure out what this all meant.

"I..suppose then that I will have to stay afterwords to help you finish cleaning," Kaldur said as he looked towards Roy's front door.

Roy grinned and tugged Kaldur towards him by his belt loop, pressing their bodies together. Emboldened by how Kaldur held his breath after the movement, Roy brought his face centimeters away from Kaldur's. "I'll tell the boys to make a big mess then."