This is like? A part 3? To the last two chapters? I'm proud of it

Living with Reese really wasn't as bad as one would think.

Now that Malcolm and Reese had literally run away together, Malcolm had settled into "Life With Reese" quite nicely. And honestly, it wasn't half bad. He got gourmet food all the time, they had sex (lots of sex, whenever they wanted, uninterrupted, because there was something so tempting about the new "forbidden" aspect of having run away together, as if their relationship wasn't 'forbidden' enough before), and Reese brought in a decent income from another meat-packing job, having completely forgone the idea of school. It was like perpetually living in Reese's old apartment, and for that, it was much, much better.

While their parents had absolutely no idea where they were (and probably weren't looking, thanks to the stunt Reese had pulled off), Dewey and Francis called every so often. Dewey even came over sometimes, though Francis had never seen the place until now. Malcolm and Reese were currently having the two over for dinner. Like they were old and married or something.

"So, um," Francis greeted, checking out their place. "This is where you guys live now?"

"Yep," Reese answered, setting the table. Dewey licked his lips, his eyes scanning over the dinner. No more leftovers for him tonight.

"Together?"

"Mhm-hm."

"With just... one bedroom?"

Oh yeah. They hadn't had this conversation with him yet.

Malcolm rolled his eyes. "Do the math, Francis. Two boys, shared apartment, one bedroom. It's not that hard to figure out."

"So you guys ARE fucking, then."

"Tactful," Malcolm said snidely.

"Well, hey," Francis put his hands up in defense. "I'm not judging, 'cause, like, I always sort of had a feeling, but you gotta admit... this is kind of... weird."

"It IS weird," Dewey chimed in, reaching his hand across the table to grab more of whatever delicious French thing Reese had made. "I just put up with it for the food."

Ahh I really like this might just like copy-paste it into a full story. I just love domestic Wilkercest. So perfect.