expect - @rosekillermicrofic - slightly NSFW - word count: 289
“You’ve been out late,” Barty drawled as Evan quietly walked into the flat at two in the morning.
Angry eyes narrowed at him. “So?” Evan asked, throwing his jacket on a chair.
“Were you out with someone?” he demanded, though his stomach churned at the thought that the answer might be ‘yes.’
Evan glared at him. “What’s it to you?” he asked, folding his arms. “You went out tonight too, or don’t you remember?”
Barty frowned at that. Yes, he had gone out to the club with Paul. But that didn’t mean anything. “It’s not the same,” he mumbled, setting his jaw.
The other man gave a humorless laugh. “What do you expect, Bee? That I wait around at home for you? That I never make any plans unless they involve you?”
Irrational fury and sickening jealousy starting to bubble within him at Evan’s tone, Barty huffed. “Yeah, that’d be nice!” he replied, scowling.
Again, Evan chuckled. “Why? Why do you get to go out and get laid in bathrooms but I don’t?”
“Because!” Barty yelled, clenching his hands into fists. “Because you’re-” he cut himself off, afraid he might say something he’d regret.
“I’m what, Bee?” the taller man asked, head tilted.
Suspense hung in the air as Barty contemplated his options. Vulnerability seemed like the worst possible idea, but then he remembered the feeling of sitting around, picturing Evan in some club bathroom on his knees.
“Mine,” he said flatly, looking away. His heart felt like it was about to escape out of his chest. “You’re mine.”
“Hm.”
He couldn’t help but look up at the noncommittal hum. What did that mean?
“Act like it, then,” Evan replied, a challenging, somewhat angry look in his eyes.
Barty wasn’t sure what to say to that.
