They say that the quiet ones are always the freakiest in bed.
Red was no exception.
The Champion had somehow managed to get by all nineteen years of his life with nothing more to his means of communication than nods and shakes of his head, gestures, and the rare "thank you" or "sorry". His mother had dragged him to a speech therapist at age five, fretting about a non-existent speech disorder. It couldn't be helped, but to say Red was not much of a talker would be an understatement of the highest order.
Over the years, Green had come to develop an entire vocabulary of Red's body language. The varying degrees in which Red tilted his head, the arch of his brows, the stiffening or slump of his shoulders all meant something to the Viridian Gym Leader. And because he hardly ever smiled, Green loved the moments when his eyes lit up with warmth the most.
Not that he'd ever admit it, of course.
When Red rested his chin on Green's shoulder or hugged Green a little longer than he normally would have, it meant I missed you. When Red brushed Green's cheek with his thumb or let his hand linger a moment longer on Green's shoulder, it meant I love you. And when Red's fingers fumbled for the buckle of Green's belt, the both of them already shirtless and panting, it definitely meant I want you.
How could Green resist?
Only between the sheets would Red open his mouth and breach his silence, soft moans and whimpers slipping out from between those pink lips. Only in the privacy of Green's room would Red let his façade fall, and only then would he gaze at Green with lust-darkened red eyes that practically begged take me. His fingers clutching at Green's shoulders said faster, his legs wrapping around Green's waist said harder. And Green was only all too happy to comply, because if he pressed deep enough he could find that spot that made Red arch his back and gasp and murmur in his beautiful voice, "Oh, Green," and that made it all worth it. Of course, the pleasure was a welcome added bonus.
As Green flopped down next to Red, the two still panting and recovering from their post-coital highs, Red would sometimes cuddle up to Green and whisper very, very quietly into his ear, "I love you."
At times like those, Green felt like he was the luckiest man on earth. And then again, perhaps he was.