Transformer Drabbles Part 9

Laundry

Eric walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and another being used to dry his hair.  He shivered at the cold air of his room and quickly made his way to the closet.  He stopped for a moment, then began to dig more earnestly into the clothing.  The only things in the closet were slacks and dress shirts!

He quickly made his way down the hall towards the laundry room, stopping when he saw Bee in there.  “Alex?  Do you know where my work clothes are?”

Bee raised an eyebrow and pointed to the washer.

“All of them!?”

The blond nodded, but he seemed a little preoccupied.  “That’s what happens when you don’t do laundry regularly…”

Eric blanched, trying to think rapidly.  He swore he had some worn out jeans and an old shirt somewhere in the back of the closet…  He went back to his room to search again, not knowing that Bee was following him.  He nearly jumped when a hand touched the small of his back and he looked up to see Bee grinning at him as slender arms rested on his hips.

“It’ll be an hour before the washer’s done, and another before the drier’s done too.  You think we can find something to do before then?”

oOo

Smack!

Bee sat near the edge of the couch, reading some strange suspense book that he found at random in the school library.  There wasn’t any check out dates in the book so it was either fairly new or no one wanted to read it.  It was a pretty good book, though he didn’t think he was so engrossed into it…

Until Eric came along.

Eric was going to ask Bee what he was reading, bending down to rest his arms on the blond's shoulders, but a sudden pain in the vicinity of his right eye made him rethink that.  Gingerly, he touched the area where he was hit with the spine of the book but quickly stopped when he noticed that Bee was staring at him in horror.

“Oh shit… oh shit oh shit oh shit…”  Bee dropped the book as he stood quickly, peering closely at the injured area and touching it with gentle fingers.  “I’m so sorry!” he started to babble.  “I didn’t mean to hit you!  I wasn’t even deep into reading!  I’m so sorry!”

“Hey…” Eric caught his distraught lover before he could go on.  “I was the one that snuck up on you.”

“But I gave you a black eye!”

“I don’t think it was a strong enough hit for it to be a black eye…” he muttered, but smiled at Bee the next instant.  “I’ll forgive you, though, if you promise to kiss it and make it better.”

Eric thought that the sweet smile Bee gave him was well worth being smacked with a book.

oOo

Doodles

Gabriel picked up the piece of paper from the ground, frowning slightly at the random sentences and diagrams drawn on it but figured it to be Bee’s notes since he had a habit of studying in the main break room.  He had to grin at some of the little doodles drawn near the bottom, though.

There was a picture of a small ratchet leaning up against a bulky blanket that covered the bubble letters “Fe” and a few little music notes floating above it from a trumpet.  On the other edge was a little bee buzzing over… a bunch of numbers?

“What are you looking at?”

Gabriel jumped slightly when his lover appeared, looking over the edge of the paper.  He showed the shorter man the drawings.  “I’m not sure I get this one,” he muttered, pointing to the numbers.

Sebastian stared at them for a few moments before the green eyes lit up.  “They’re prime numbers,” he said with a grin.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow and shook his head as he sat the paper down on the coffee table.  “That kid is weird…”