Gunther lay on his side staring at his best friend who was sleeping opposite of him. He was taking in all his features, The way his lashes cast soft shadows on his cheek. The way his usually set and determined brows were relaxed, And the odd purring noises he'd make in his sleep.
The blonde frowned, sleep overs were getting harder and harder to bear. It used to be so easy back when they were kids. Back then he never used to blur the lines between friendship an romance. Back then Kick was this amazing hero who could do anything, and Gunther was his best friend. They'd promised each other that they would always be friends, and it had never dawned on Gunther that they could be anything more. After all he was a ladies man, he'd been interested in girls since he was twelve years old. And now here he was, sixteen years old and looking at his best friend in a new light. He didn't understand it at all, Not once during those four years did he ever look at a man and think "wow! what a looker!", But now a grin in his direction from Kick would be enough to make Gunther weak in the knees.The way Kick says his name causes his breath to hitch and sends his heart into a frenzy.
"This isn't normal" He muttered to himself as he reached out and cupped Kicks face. His heart beat wildly in his chest, as if warning him that he might go too far. Gunther swallowed nervously, but he didn't move his hand away. He brushed his thumb against the daredevils lips, They were a little dry, giving him the urge to wet them but restrained himself and moved his hand down to rest on Kick's chest. Gunther tried to avert his eyes from Kick's lips, but couldn't. He squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them again kick was licking his lips in his sleep. Gunther let out a exasperated groan and turned away, covering his face with both hands.
"Why are you doing this to me, Kick?" Gunther whined, He felt uncomfortably hot and sweaty. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself.
"What am I doing to you?" He heard a groggy reply. Gunther gasped and turned to look at Kick. Kick was staring at him through half-lidded eyes, awaiting his response.
"H-how long have you been up?" Gunther stuttered
Kick closed his eyes sleepily and muttered "Awesome doesn't sleep"
Gunther grit his teeth, trust awesome to give him such a vague reply.
"Aren't you sleeping right now?" he shot back. Kick opened his eyes and rolled so that he was closer to him.
"No, this is a power nap" he yawned, bumping into Gunther.
"No it's not!" Gunther wailed, feeling embarrassed as Kick buried his head into Gunther's chest. Kick didn't reply. Gunther stared at him for a long while before coming to the conclusion that Kick must've fallen back to sleep, Relaxing a bit, he put his arm around the smaller boy. The scene of two people cuddling on TV always seemed so relaxing, but Gunther just felt nervous.What if Kick was actually awake? What it Brad opened the door and laughed at them? sure it was around 4 AM, but it was never too late or too early for Brad to decide to be a pain in the ass.
Gunther was starting to think of worse options when he heard Kick chuckle and blanched.
"I-i thought you went beck to sleep"
"I never sleep" Kick mumbled, head still buried in the Blonde's chest.
"why were you laughing?" Gunther asked nervously
Long, slender fingers nursed a hot mug of hot chocolate. Clarence found himself gazing at them, unable to look away. Dark eyes soon caught his own pair of baby blue's. Kick looked down at his own drink hurriedly. His fingers tapped an anxious, erratic tune on the table.
The question hung in the air, Kick didn't know exactly how to answer it. He looked around the small cafe they were sitting in anxiously, checking if anybody was listening. A blush rose on his tanned cheeks when he noticed a person looking their way with mild interest. He leaned forward and whispered
" This is a date." As if his date was unaware of this fact
"I know" came the reply. His date didn't bother keeping his voice down.
"it's ..." Kick struggled to find the right word " ...weird."
His date smiled cruelly, resting a cheek on one hand "weird?"
"you know!" Kick hissed
"oh! by weird you mean it's weird that you're on a date with a man?"
Kick quickly turned to look at the person who was staring at him earlier. He gasped with shock, the person had moved a table closer to them, and was now feigning disinterest.
"No!" Kick replied " it's weird that it's you, Ronaldo"
Ronaldo frowned " what's weird about it?"
"well, no offense, but you're not exactly ..."
"not exactly what?!" Ronaldo huffed
"... you know."
" No I don't!" The blonde turned away from Kick, and crossed his arms sulkily
" I guess the word i'm looking for is fun."
"I'm not fun?!" Ronaldo gasped loudly " Me? Not fun? How dare you! "
"Jeez, I said no offense"
"But i did take offense!"
"I told you not to!"
"How am i supposed to take it!?"
"better than this!" Kick propped his elbows on the table an buried his face in his hands sighing loudly. They sat in awkward silence. A while later Kick looked up at Ronaldo
"You don't think this " Kick gestured between them " is weird?"
Ronaldo looked at Kick seriously " No." he answered
" We used to hate each other" Kick went on, wanting Ronaldo to understand his reasoning. " and now I'm ... here," Kick looked down a blush rising on his face "with you"
Ronaldo stared at him in stunned silence. An odd expression forming on his face.
"That was adorable!" he cooed
"Shut up!" Kick growled, blushing harder.
Ronaldo reached out and grabbed Kicks hand, holding it tightly within his own. Kick tugged his arm back wildly; embarrassed by the fact that their onlooker was now trying to shuffle even closer to them. But Ronaldo didn't care who was watching, he took hold of Kick's hand again.
"Kick, my--" He started romantically but was cut off by Kick yanking his hand out of his grip again. Undeterred, Ronaldo snatched Kick's hand again and continued his soliloquy
"Kick," He stared deeply into his dates eyes "my--"
Interrupted again, Ronaldo glared at his date. He had pulled his hands to his chest and was looking offended by Ronaldo's attempt at a romantic speech. Ronaldo took a deep breath. There was never a point in his life when he couldn't say what it is he had to say, and he'd be damned if Kick was going to stop him now. He lunged across the table (spilling his hot chocolate all over the place), making frantic snatching motions with both his hands.
"Hey i'm not finish-"
"Kick, My dar-"
"stop it! my darlin-"
"I just want to-"
"why wont you let me auuuughhhhh " Ronaldo wailed and finally got off the table, covered in hot chocolate. He looked down at his filthy state pathetically, and shot Kick the most adorable I'm a puppy that's just been kicked look and whimper combo. He yanked at his soaked sweater, Kick noted that there was some steam rising up from it.
"I scalded myself to romance you" Ronaldo muttered loudly
"I know" Kick replied somewhat guiltily " I'm sorry"
"You should be!"
"Did you have to try to romance me so loudly?"
"What!?" Ronaldo looked around the cafe wildly " there's no one here but that Hobo guy!"
"Hi little girls!" the hobo guy happily greeted them
"Now he's going to tell everybody" Kick sighed
"Yes, of course!" Ronaldo snapped " Because a hobo is so well-connected!"
"Damn right!" The Hobo nodded
"See!" Kick pointed at the Hobo " He will tell!"
Ronaldo put a hand on Kick's shoulder " What have we got to hide?" He asked his boyfriend sappily.
Kick shot Ronaldo a look. Ronaldo smiled in what he thought was a charming manner, but it came off as threatening.
" Let's just go" Kick sighed and made his way out of the cafe
"Wait! " Roandlo called " I can't go out looking like this!"
He waited for Kick to come back, but he didn't. He just kept walking away determinedly. Ronaldo ran after him.
" Kick!" Ha called out again. Kick kept walking.
"Wait" Ronaldo grabbed Kick's shoulder pulling him back to face him. Kick looked up at him.
" What?" He asked
" I thought you were going to leave" Ronaldo whimpered
"I was gonna leave. I told you." Kick retorted
" No, I meant leave ... me"
Kick's expression softened. He reached out an gripped Ronaldo's sleeve.
" I wouldn't do that."
Ronaldo felt his heart swell with affection for Kick. He reached out and cupped Kick's cheek, and was slightly surprised to find that he didn't brush him off. He acted quickly and leaned in to plant a kiss on Kick's lips. It wasn't the first time they had kissed, but Kick always treated it like a brand new stunt each time. As in, by the end of it they both had to be struggling to catch their breath, exhilarated, and high on adrenaline.
Kick broke the kiss, and looked around wildly. The street they were on was relatively empty, there was an old man asleep on a bench, and a woman shouting frustratedly into her phone, they both appeared not to have seen Kick and Ronaldo's public display of affection.
"Someone could've seen us!" Kick hissed excitedly, still looking around.
" What?" asked a dazed Ronaldo
"Someone could've seen us!" Kick hissed again
Ronaldo snapped out of his reverie " Oh i know Gunther is friends with alllll the little woodland creatures, but honestly Kick, isn't it about time he knows?"
Ronaldo admired his reflection. Those beautiful blonde locks, those dark piercing eyes, who could ever resist such beauty? Apparently his ex-girlfriend can.
Well, he knew someone who'd fall for ALL THIS. One Kick Buttowski. The only other member of Mellowbrook HOT enough to date a stud like Ronaldo. Yes, this may come as a shock to people but Clarence had one thing no other person he knew could possess. And that was "dat ass."
Indeed, Kick Buttowski had a posterior that could inflame the soul, set fire to the mind AND bring the heat in Ronaldo's pants to a boil.
Two problems stood in Ronaldo's way. One, Kick was in denial about his attraction to him and two, it was hard to find a moment when Kick was alone and not being pestered by his best friend Gunther. Ever since he had met Kick in that 4th period science class when they were twelve , he knew that their relationship was going to become something MUCH more. And that fat fool Gunther constantly stood in his way. He didn't even know why Kick kept that idiot around. Looks? couldn't be it. surely Gunther's multiple chins distracted from any attractive facial features he may have. Brains? No. He was an average student at best. Brawns? Well. That could be it. Not many people can fight off a person who had enough mass for planets to enter into his orbit.
For a second, he hoped Gunthers own weight would cause him to collapse into himself like a neutron star but, no, it seemed like Ronaldo just have to get rid of the leviathan himself.
He made his way to where Kick and Gunther were practicing their next stunt. and sure enough there stood that mammoth, panting. probably out of the exertion that it took to lift one such as himself. Ronaldo stuffed his hands in his pockets as he gingerly stepped into their working area, plotting his next move. His hand curled around a candy bar, he wondered briefly if he tossed it a distance, would Gunther go after it?
"That was a great test drive, Kick!" the Norwegian cheered
" Now we can add the rocket boosters." Kick grinned
" I dunno Kick.The rocket boosters aren't very safe"
"When do i ever play it safe, Gunther?"