Mattress shopping turned out to be the most boring thing on the face of the Earth. Nate had drug the pair into what had to be every furniture store in a hundred mile radius, claiming they needed to evaluate all their options despite the fact that every bed they’d considered looked nearly identical to the last fifty two they’d seen if you asked Moon.
“Nate, please, it’s late. I’m begging you. Just. Choose. Something.” The teen tried for the thousandth time in the last hour as his friend rolled experimentally atop yet another mattress before shaking his head and declaring it a no-go. “I’m exhausted. You’re exhausted. If we don’t get home soon, I swear I’m just gonna go to sleep on one of these.” The tired boy groaned, gesturing around himself at the plethora of options Nate had already ruled out. Too soft. Not soft enough. Too firm. Not firm enough. I don’t like springs. Memory foam feels weird… The list went on and on.
“But, Moon!” The younger boy protested stubbornly, propping himself up on his elbows and pouting like a child whose parents had told him it was time to leave the zoo. “I’m not even that tired!” He tried but the lie was lost on the Korean who knew the boy well enough to pick up on the little known hints that betrayed his companion’s true energy level. The way they boy blinked a little more often than usual and subtly leaned against him when they walked from shop to nearby shop was proof enough for him.
“C’mon.” Moon finally caved with a huff, gripping the smaller boy by the wrist and hauling him up off the most recently declared unworthy mattress before leading him out of the store. “We’re at least getting coffee before we continue this ride through hell.”
“I think we’re pretty close to The Glade. We could probably walk there.” Nate agreed reluctantly, looking a little miffed to have his hunt for the perfect bed interrupted but letting himself be led away nevertheless. The Glade was a tiny Starbucks rip off that the boys had been going to since it had opened because it was run by Frypan, a buddy of theirs, and Grayson, Will’s long time boyfriend, worked there. The dark-skinned boy was always pretty easy to worm a discount out of if they name-dropped the blond - He was also far too easy to mess with, so the shop was always their go to.
The walk was, as Nate predicted, short and the stone walls of the coffee shop were soon in sight, the soft glow of its dim interior lights pouring out of the windows and into the dark street, beckoning the pair foth to bask in their warm rays. Moon reached the door first, tugging open the large, glass barrier and slipping inside before quickly pulling it shut behind himself before Nate could enter, unable to stifle a bark of a laugh as the kid walked straight into the unexpectedly closed door.
“Not you two.” A familiar voice pleaded, drawing Moon’s attention away from Nate, who’s stream of curses were muffled by the thick glass as he continued to hold the door shut against the kid’s fruitless tuggs.
“You know you love us, Grayson!” Moon declared, flashing the boy a winning smile and finally releasing his grip on the door to allow his grumbling friend entrance, ignoring the elbow dug angrily into his side as Nate finally came to stand beside him.
“Moon!” Nate gasped, forgetting his momentary irritation and smacking his hand against his mouth in faux horror, finding playing with the unfortunate cashier to be a much more worthwhile endeavor than fighting his friend. “Don’t let Will hear you say that!” Nate cooed in a teasing voice, snickering victoriously as Grayson flushed and spluttered out a few unintelligible sounds.
“If you two promise to leave immediately after finishing your damn drinks, I’ll take three bucks off your order.” Grayson bargained desperately as they pair made their way to the counter, each wearing a victoriously smug smirk as they nodded their agreement to the deal.
“I gotta piss, just get me something as dark as my soul.” Nate quipped, turning to Moon as he spoke before scurrying away to the bathroom on the far side of the cafe, pausing right before he pushed open the door with a blue stick man on it to wink suggestively at the already miserable Grayson. “I promise I won’t tell Will if you guys follow!” He grinned as the dark-skinned male flipped him off, merley wiggling his eyebrows in invitation and blowing the two boys still standing at the counter a kiss before finally retreating to the bathroom.
“I’ll take five off if you make it to-go.” Grayson moaned returning his attention to Moon who merely smirked even wider, letting all who doubted the pair’s cunning know that had been Nate plan all along.
“Sounds fair!” Moon replied cheerily, sarcasm dripping from his lips. “Gimme the Keeper’s special. Nate will take a white chocolate mocha.” He listed off, sobering up some as he pulled out his wallet and slapped the bargained amount down on the counter.
“I thought he wanted something as ‘dark as his soul?” Grayson questioned distractedly as he pushed off the counter and began moving around the out-front kitchen, going over practiced procedures with routine perfection.
“Have you ever met Nate?” Moon scoffed lightly and Grayson merley gazed thoughtfully at the white liquid he’d been steadily pouring into a cup he’d scribbled the word “Asshat” onto before nodding in understanding. “Besides, Nate hates-”
“Bitter things. I know, Moon.” Grayson huffed, popping the lid on the finished drink before scrawling the title “Dickface” onto a similar cup. “You’ve told me. 17 different times, in fact.”
“Told you what 17 different times?” This question came from Nate, who had resurfaced and now swooped in to grab his finished coffee off the counter, humming contentedly at the feeling of the warm cup in his hands. “That mattresses are hell to find?”
“Mattresses aren’t hell to find. You’re just a picky little brat.” Moon sighed, leaning nonchalantly against the counter as he spoke.
“I think Gavin is selling his old one.” Grayson suggested as he put the finishing touches on Moon’s drink but Nate shook his head adamantly.
“I’m not sleeping on anything Gavin even touched.” The teen asserted, sticking out his tongue and shuddering at the thought. “I could get aids!”
“See, this is what I’m talking about, picky bratt.” Moon groaned in defeat. “And that’s not even how you contract aids, Nate - You’d have to let Gavin buttfuck you for that.” He continued, causing Nate to literally gag, and he snickered as honey eyes widen in pure horror, relishing the small revenge for letting the boy drag him all over town.
“Jesus Christ, I hate you guys.” Grayson moaned, seemingly wracking his brain for any other option, wanting nothing more than to get these two idiots out of his hair. “I think Colette mentioned having a friend who actually owns a small furniture shop. Maybe she’ll give your broke asses a discount.”
“Aw, you’re the best Grayson-boo.” Moon cooed as the boy scribbled down the details of the shop and shoved the scrap of paper into his hands. Nate was too busy swallowing half of his coffee in one long gulp to take any notice of the new development, eyes glazing over blissfully as the liquid met his lips.
“Oh my god, Moon. I love you.” The runner purred, proving any misconceptions Grayson had about the Asian’s drink selection wrong. “No homo.” He added quickly before immersing himself in the beverage once more, causing the cashier to roll his eyes in pure disbelief.
“You all don’t still actually say that, do you? What are you, middle schoolers?” Grayson scoffed before falling into a fit of laughter, ignoring the confused looks the other two boys were giving him.
“You’re just upset because you and Will didn’t, and now look at you!” Nate protested but for once his teasing didn’t affect the African American, who held his stomach as he wheezed.
“You know sodomy is technically still illegal in 12 states?” Moon tried but Grayson waved him off as he fought to regain his breath and the Asian kid had no choice but to turn on a heel and retreat from the coffee shop, a disgruntled Nate at his heels.
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