Yuri, You Seem Tense

"Don't tell me you've forgotten that argument already," he groaned, rolling his eyes. "Come on, it was just yesterday."

"I didn't think it was a big deal," he said, feeling a bit stupid. "I thought the apology breakfast made up for it," he said, shrugging slightly.

"Maybe it did, but it doesn't change the fact that you never just ask me for anything. Don't you trust me? Do you think I don't love you, or something?"

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing, "You don't have to trick me into doing stuff for you anymore, you know. We're not fucking teenagers."

Yuri was right. Blair was thirty. He didn't need to do this anymore.

"I...habit," he mumbled, frowning. "I guess...I'm sorry."

He cleared his throat, rubbing his stubble. "You're right."

"I know I am," he said, shaking his head. "I'm always right.

"Now, are you going to ask me for what you wanted like an adult? Because I'm really sick of all the head games."

Blair rubbed his stubble and sighed heavily.

"...I just wanted sex," he admitted.

"Then why did you just ask?!" he exclaimed. "Fucking Jesus--you pull me away from work and lead me up here and pretend to care about how stressed I am just so I'll suck your dick. Fucking dammit, Blair!"

He shook his head, groaning.

"God, just take off your pants, okay?"

"No!" he said, standing up angrily. "This is why I'm never blunt about things! Because you're always like this! I do care, I just...I'll do it myself!"

Blair stomped into the kitchen, grabbing the cupcakes from the counter and throwing them into the trash. He was being petty but he didn't care.

Yuri followed him into the kitchen.

"Wait!" he said, grabbing Blair by the wrist. "It's not my fault you were a dick about it! If you had just asked in the first place, I would've said yes, but--dammit, of course I'm mad now!"

He groaned, rolling his eyes.

"You think I don't want it too, or something?!"