[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. sO. If you don't know, I take oneshot requests on my tumblr, and I've decided to compile all the oneshots I've done so far and put them into a little book of oneshots on here. Even though they're oneshots, I'd still like feedback on them. Also, if you want, you should come on by and drop some KydFlash or some Kyd Wykkyd in general in my inbox. I only have two Kyd Wykkyd stories in here and one of them is smut. Which I do love writing, but still. This one is BBJer so, have this.]
On the grey couch of Titans Tower, a boy with hair like the sun sat and endured the silence, filling up all the empty spaces of the living area with the scritch, scratch of his charcoal against smooth paper. His lime eyes flickered in between where his hand was and where he wanted it to be as he formed shapes and lines on the paper, disregarding the pain in his back that was forming from hunching over the sketchpad for so long.
Jericho always despised the silence. He hated the ringing in his ears that came from the absence of noise, he hated the thoughts that snuck into his head like burglars to steal his precious joy, he hated the paranoia and the anxiousness that pumped through his blood - perhaps that explained his choice in company. The quietest person he ever really hung out with was Raven, and even she filled up the silence with her mean comments and stale laughter.
Jericho was lost in his own world, a place he often loved staying when he felt he was all alone in the tower.
Jericho was lost in his own world, and he didn't even think to suspect the green mass that was snaking its way toward him.
Beast Boy coiled his way toward the fluffy tuft of blonde hair that just barely stuck over the edge of the couch, slipping and sliding in his snake form before he appeared behind his deep seeded crush of a few months in his human form again, smirking with a shit eating grin.
Jericho was too wrapped up in the art before him that he would've screamed like a girl - had he have been able to - when suddenly he was laying longways on the couch with Garfield hovering over him, having tackled the poor boy - nearly giving Jericho a heart attack in the process. Jericho's poor, sweet sketchbook lay on the ground, but he didn't have any time to react to any of this before Beast Boy's fingers were digging into his torso and sending him into shockwaves of silent laughter.
Jericho's back arched on the couch as he tried to squirm away from the tickling fingers, only resulting in even harder silent laughter that continued to chase away the oxygen in his lungs. If Jericho had even been able to open his eyes to Beast Boy, he would've seen the lovesick, dreamy look on his face as he stared down and memorized the beautiful smile spread across Jericho's features. A faint blush spreading in a line across his cheeks and nose and leaving a flush on the tips of Jericho's ears, eyes squinted shut from the effort to stop laughing, a beautiful, dazzling smile that stretched cheek to cheek and tilted his ears upwards the smallest bit. Beast Boy's favorite part of the emotion was Jericho's small, soft lips. They were stretched in a small, shy smile - almost innocent and child like, and Garfield fought against pressing his own lips to them every single time Jericho dared to smile the tiniest bit. Of course, Beast Boy's own insecurities stopped him short every time he thought about it.
"Beast-Man wins!" Beast Boy said in his childish, voice cracking way of talking as he giggled maniacally into the crook of Jericho's neck, letting up on the tickling for just a moment.
Jericho panted beneath the green boy as he staggered for his breath, completely limp beneath Beast Boy as he played with his short green hair like an afterthought, entirely unaware to how hard Garfield was blushing from his hidden spot in Jericho's neck at the feeling of Jericho's soft fingers brushing curves and grooves into his hair.
Jericho finally caught his breath, half sighing and half airily chuckling when Garfield nuzzled into his neck and tickled him accidentally with his hair.
Beast Boy had discovered a very long time ago that the very best thing about having a crush on Jericho was that when you just pounced on him or pet his hair and asked to cuddle he was completely oblivious. Jericho was just such a naturally physically affectionate and nice person that he immediately launched into any chance at all to cuddle with his 'friends' - leaving him completely oblivious to just how badly the green boy on top of him was crushing.
Jericho opened his neon eyes tiredly, nearly purring at the warm feeling of Beast Boy's soft breathing against his neck. Jericho noted to himself that Beast Boy was awfully warm, and for just a moment he had to force himself awake so that he wouldn't fall asleep in such a compromising position without permission. Finally, Jericho's eyes were wide and awake when he spotted where his sketchpad lying sadly on the floor.
Jericho shot up like a bolt, planning to run past Beast Boy when he wasn't aware, only for Beast Boy to be very much aware and to clamp his arms around Jericho's waist in a death grip so that he couldn't go anywhere. From where Jericho had gotten to to how Beast Boy had caught him, Jericho now struggled to get away from where Beast Boy was now hugging him in his lap.
Beast Boy once again dug his tickling fingers into Jericho's vulnerable sides, Jericho biting his lips hard so that he'd stop smiling, his tactic completely ineffective and somehow making him look even cuter to Beast Boy. He struggled and kicked and punched playfully at Beast Boy's arms, only to fall limply and laugh even harder into Beast Boy's shoulder as he turned around in his position.
Finally, Beast Boy relented, Jericho sighing and attempting to catch his breath from where he was wrapped tightly in Garfield's arms. Beast Boy took this moment to bury his face in Jericho's yellow curls, letting the smell of honey and a long gone Woodstock Festival envelop him and hold him safe.
"…God, I really am so in love with you…" Beast Boy said mistakenly, not meaning for the words to just tumble out of his mouth the way they did.
Beast Boy froze rigidly in place as Jericho slowly sat up, looking up at the green boy with wide, innocent eyes and a curious tilt of his head. Beast Boy couldn't even bring himself to look straight at Jericho, too busy screaming at himself on the inside and trying not to pass out.
Jericho started giggling. Jericho started giggling that little silent, snickery giggle Beast Boy adored before he shot himself forward and wrapped his arms around Beast Boy's neck in a hug, pressing a soft, excited kiss to Beast Boy's cheek in the process.
Jericho pulled back to look at Beast Boy, a smile adorning his face that was wider and brighter than Garfield had ever seen.
Jericho simply rose up one finger, then four, then three.
"…Yeah…Yeah! Yeah, I-I…I-I love you too!" Beast Boy stuttered at Jericho's much less embarrassing confession, getting another giggled and a beautiful smile out of Jericho before the blonde buried himself into the green boy's neck, smiling so hard that it hurt.
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