"Reid, get up," was what Reid woke up to on Saturday morning, and he was not liking it. "Reid, I"m serious, get up."
"Fuck off, Tyler," Reid grumbled in reply and burrowed himself into his castle of blankets.
"Reid, if you don't get up right now..."
The blond sighed and sat up in bed, looking at Tyler with tired, pissed off eyes. "You better be dying."
"No, but you'll be dead if you don't get outside right now and wash my Hummer. What the hell did you do last night, go off-roading through a pool of mud?"
"No, it was through the empty construction site a mile down the road from Nicky's," Reid corrected indignantly and laid back down with a huff. "I can't believe you woke me up for this."
"Reid!" Tyler growled and grabbed the blond's arm, dragging him out from under the covers. "Clean it now."
Reid sighed and pulled his arm out of Tyler's grip, "Why now?"
"Because, I'm supposed to go home today and visit my mom, and she'll make ime/i wash it if she sees it like that, so go now."
They engaged in a stare-off for a moment before Reid finally relented and crawled out of bed, muttering under his breath as he did so. Tyler watched with an accomplished smirk, until he saw Reid was about to leave in just the boxers he slept in.
"Put on some pants at least!" Tyler groaned and threw a pair of shorts at Reid's retreating back; he didn't need the whole world seeing what was for his eyes only.
Ten minutes later, the two of them were outside in the parking lot. Reid was equipped with a bucket of soapy water and a sponge, and Tyler was leaning against a car close to his and making sure that Reid got every little spot.
Ten minutes into watching, Tyler couldn't stop staring as the muscles in Reid's back rippled and moved while he cleaned the hood of the car. He licked his lips at the thought of his hands running down those muscles and that pale skin—no, no, no, he was not going to let himself go down that path.
By the time Reid finished, he was a wet mess of soap and water, his hair was unruly from his hand running through it so many times, and his cheeks were tinged red from being out in the heat. He was not a happy camper. "Satisfied?" he asked and tossed the sponge in the bucket before looking at Tyler.
Tyler had been busy appreciating Reid's backside and he had snapped out of his fantasies by Reid's question. "Um, yeah," he nodded and stood up straight, fidgeting to keep the problem in his pants as hidden as possible, but Reid had already seen.
"Are you really supposed to see your mom or did you just drag me out here to watch me get wet?" he smirked, his eyes locked on the tent in Tyler's jeans. "I'm thinking it's more the second."
"Shut up and get inside," Tyler grumbled and grabbed Reid's hand to drag him back to their dorm.
"Baby boy, you are getting awful bossy lately," Reid teased and let himself be pulled so he could enjoy the view. "You know you swing your hips when you're upset."
"Reid!"
"You'll be screaming my name for an even better reason in about two minutes."
