"VYVYAN! VYVYAN!" Rick screeched, pounding on Vyvyan's bedroom door. He burst through, stumbling over a big pair of boots that were sitting in the doorway as he did so.
"VYVYAN!" he shouted again, shaking with rage, pointing a finger at the punk, who was sitting rather stilly on the bed.
"...Vyv?"
Vyvyan had frozen, holding a needle in the air, and a lovely embroidered piece of fabric in the other, his eyes locked with Rick's. A flash of panic crossed his face before he promptly flung the material out the window.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU WANT?" he roared.
"...Well. WELL. I was going to ask why there is a giant ruddy hole cut out of the middle of my bed, but I think I'm rather more interested in what's going on in here!" Rick smirked and grinned, nodding his head triumphantly as he flicked his eyes from Vyvyan to the tangled pile of coloured threads on his lap.
Another flash of panic, then Vyvyan grabbed the threads and shoved them into the front of his trousers.
"What are you on about Rick? I'm uh...I'm just having a wank! Nothing wrong with that! You lookin' to join in, poof?" Vyvyan growled, congratulating himself on the brilliant lie. He blinked as he realised his hand was still down his trousers, but didn't bother to remove it.
Rick opened his mouth, finger pointed at Vyvyan, looking as though he might actually have a witty retort for a moment, before stopping himself, his eyes fixed on Vyvyan's concealed hand.
"What, you've never seen another bloke have a wank before? Poof?" Vyvyan said, pulling his hand out.
Rick's eyes snapped back to Vyvyan's, wide and full of anger. "I am not a poof!" he said shrilly, pausing for a moment before adding, "You're the poof aren't you, with your bloody girly CROSS-STITCH and your, your bloody coloured bits of string!"
"Alright. That's it!" Vyvyan yelled, leaping off the bed and stomping towards Rick. "Get out of my room right now, or I'm going to - "
"What, you're going to what?" Rick smirked, dancing about with his hands on his hips. "Tie a ribbon in my hair? Paint my nails? Uh, uh...do something else really girly and poofy to me?"
"Well, if that's what it takes!" Vyvyan huffed, not missing a beat as he pulled Rick's face to his, smashing their lips together.
Rick's eyes went wide and he struggled to pull away, but seemed to forget how to use his arms, as they flailed uselessly behind him. Vyvyan had the other boy's face in a death grip, and his eyes were screwed shut.
Rick was lightly stamping his feet, his body arching away from Vyvyan's. Then suddenly, as though completely defeated, he dropped his arms and stilled, just letting the punk kiss him. And kiss him.
He feigned boredom, rolling his eyes, looked at his watch, tapped his foot, put his hands on his hips, crossed his arms, then finally with a muffled groan, he grabbed Vyvyan's face and started kissing him back roughly.
Vyvyan made a surprised noise and his eyes shot open as he broke the kiss.
"What'd you bloody stop for?" Rick demanded, visibly irritated. "Uh...oh, I mean, good, uh, bloody right, you keep your disgusting boy lips away from mine!" Rick said rather unconvincingly, his hands still glued to Vyvyan's cheeks, their faces mere centimetres away.
Mouth still open, a look of pure shock and outrage on his face, Vyvyan just stared at Rick.
"SHUT. UP. YOU. BIG. GIRLY. POOF!" he yelled before crushing their mouths together again, then kicking a leg out to shut the door.