Decided to try the 30 day OTP challenge I found on deviantart. I don't know why, but I ship them soooo bad.
Alit took a deep breath as he ate dinner with Gilag. He kept sneaking glances at the large barian. From his green hair, to his large beefy arms, to his lips... Alit had to kick himself to snap out of it. None of the other barians were on earth so now was the time to make his move. If he could just get up the nerve.
"Hey, Gilag?"
"Yeah, buddy?" Gilag asked. Alit sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"When I was infatuated with Kotori, what did you feel?" Alit questioned, his insides squirming.
Gilag looked surprised. "What?"
Alit tried again. "Did you feel any emotions? You know, shock? Happiness? Sadness? Jealously?" he muttered the last one under his breath.
Gilag tried to think. "Shock, yes. Happiness too since you had finally found a special someone." Alit's heart sank.
"Yeah, although it turned out to be a bunch of hormones messing with my brain." Alit forced a laugh. "But... what if I told you I have my sights on someone else now? And hormones aren't stunting my thought process this time. I really love the person?"
Gilag thought for a moment. "I'd have to say I'm glad you really love someone and I'll do what I can to help you win their heart." Alit thought he heard a hint of sadness in Gilag's voice but he was probably imagining it.
"You absolutely sure about that?" Alit asked, fidgeting.
"Sure buddy. I'd do anything for you." Gilag replied.
Alit shook his head. "Never mind. Forget about it."
Gilag grabbed his hand. "No, tell me." Alit's heart sped up as Gilag held his hand. 'Just tell him. Or better yet, kiss him. But- oh Don Thousand he is holding my hand. He's so close. And he's right freaking next to me.'
"Alit?" Alit shook himself to snap out of his daydream. 'Don't be silly. He's held your hand plenty of times before and he hasn't felt anything romantically before..'
"Well, you'll think it's stupid. And you won't like who it is." Alit protested.
Gilag leaned in close to him. Alit's heart felt like it was in his throat. "I won't judge you. Who is it?"
"I- uh... well... oh forget it! I shouldn't have brought it up!" Alit tore away his gaze and became fixated by his feet.
Gilag scooted closer and gripped Alit's hand tighter. "Alit... I would NEVER judge you for who you loved. Ever." Alit looked back into Gilag's eyes, "Just tell me who it is."
Alit started breathing quickly. Gilag's face was five inches from his own. Alit couldn't stand it anymore. Gilag would hate him afterwards, but he didn't care at the moment. Alit lurched forward and pressed his lips to Gilag's. It was warm and tasted like noodles, probably because that's what they were having for dinner. Alit took in the wonderful feeling because he knew it was going to be the last time he would ever be able to kiss Gilag, maybe even be within ten feet of him. Gilag was sure to hate or at least avoid him after this.
After a few seconds, Gilag and Alit pulled away. Alit blushed and looked down. "It's you. I love you, Gilag." he muttered, his face red. Gilag blinked and gaped for a while, unable to speak. Alit closed his eyes tight. 'Oh shit. Why the heck did I do that?! Now I probably won't even be able to be near him again. He'll probably start running away from me soon. Oh why did I ever do that?! Why-'
"What the hell took you so long?!" Alit started as his chin was tipped up and he stared into Gilag's eyes.
"Wha- what?" Alit gasped.
"I have had a crush on you for as long as I can remember but you never seemed interested. When you fell in love with Kotori, I gave you advice to win her heart so you'd be happy. If you couldn't be mine, I just wanted you to be happy with whoever you were with." Gilag replied.
"So... you like me too?" Alit asked. His brain felt like mush.
"Yep, buddy. I do. With all my heart." Gilag replied.
"Yes!" Alit's torpidity wore off and he pumped his fist. "Want to kiss again?!"
"Duh." Gilag smiled and pressed his lips to Alit's. They sat there for a few minutes before finally going back to their dinner.
But they still held hands under the table.
