As Darkness Falls
- Inevitable -
It's not like he thought it would never happen.
"Mikey."
He just … never thought about it consciously.
"Yeah, bro?" Mike looked over his shoulder at his best friend and was surprised to see that he'd stopped a few paces back. It was dark and getting darker by the minute.
His voice was barely a whisper. "Wait."
The leader of the Burners turned around, his attention most certainly captured. Something was off. "What, Chuckles?"
He was cut off by the blonde, who stumbled to a stop, face-to-face with Mike. His eyes were wide and he was radiating heat and he looked even more terrified than usual. He opened his mouth to speak before stopping, and then Chilton saw the telltale signs of Chuck giving up: the shaky sigh, the droop to his posture.
"Chuck." For some reason, Mike was really beginning to worry. "Whatever it is, just say-"
Lips muffled his before he would finish his sentence.
It was inevitable, almost. Expected. Although if you'd asked him about it, he would've laughed and wondered where such a bizarre idea came from.
Mike froze, his hands halfway up in a gesture he couldn't remember trying to make. The hands on his shoulders were squeezing so tightly that he could barely feel his arms and the yellow hair tickling his cheekbones was so shockingly soft that it didn't feel human.
As quickly as it had happened it was over, the blonde shrinking back, his wild, frightened eyes huge beneath the tangle of his bangs. "Mikey, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I oh no, oh God I ruined everything Jesus Mikey I'm sooo sorry I-"
Mike swallowed thickly, his hands around his friend's wrists before he could flail about so hard that he hurt himself. "Chuck," he croaked.
"No, Mikey." The programmer attempted feebly to pull his hands free. "I'm so sorry."
"Shut up, dude."
The blonde's mouth fell open, caught on an unsaid syllable as he blinked at his leader.
Mike pulled him forward so hard he shrieked before mashing his mouth to his copilot's.
And yet, as it happened, it was as if some unspoken task had now been completed.
Freezing, Chuck exhaled a shaken breath, his fingers twitching once in Mike's grip. When Mike opened his mouth and tilted his head the blonde moaned, and Mike jerked his wrists a final time to pull Chuck against him and ensure that he wasn't going anywhere before releasing them to grip the programmer's face.
Violently shaking hands ghosted over his sides before gripping his shoulders, the back of his neck, and then fisting into his blackish brown hair.
Jesus.
How had he not seen it sooner?
Chuck squealed against his mouth when he brushed his tongue over the blonde's chapped upper lip, giving him a perfect (if predictable) opportunity to taste the roof of his copilot's mouth. The slender body plastered to his gave a sharp jerk before melting against him.
Mike wanted to pull back; to say something stupid and sweet and condescending and affectionate. But he couldn't pull his mouth from Chuck's. He couldn't even stop his hands from roaming to the hem of his worn shirt and dragging it up to feel the hackler's goosebump-covered spine.
Couldn't shake the feeling that somehow he might've missed this and it would've slipped through his fingers; doomed to be a missed opportunity forever.
Something that was just meant to be.
Ffff. :3 My first Motorbabies fic.
This show is incredible. The animation is unreal and the characters are all rather unique and non-cliched. I really hope we can expand the fanbase of this so it doesn't get cancelled prematurely like Storm Hawks and Invader Zim and ... well, virtually every other show I've ever liked.
Expect more Muck fluff/angst/smut/other things 19 year-old girls write in the near future!