Written for my buddy Mark-Kris-Robin Lancer's birthday! Happy birthday, fam!
Fast
It was a day like any other.
No, that's not right.
Well, it was a typical day in that there wasn't much special about it, but that's a shit place to start a story from.
Kris hated speeding tickets.
"Going fifteen over is a bit reckless, don't you think?" the old officer growled.
Kris sighed, and nodded, accepting the shame and ticket. A time and a half ago, he would have tried to get out of it.
But that would take time he didn't have. After all, there was a reason he was speeding.
"Can you just give me the ticket, sir?" he asked. "I am in a bit of a hurry."
Definitely not the best thing to say to a police officer.
The man frowned at him, and wrote up the ticket. Kris took one glance and knew his comment had just increased the fine. Fuck.
As the officer began to walk away, Kris pounded on the gas pedal. Taking meticulous care not to exceed the legal limit, he sped home.
Finally parking his car in lot behind his apartment, Kris breathed in anticipation. While the speeding ticket weighed heavily in his pocket, now he had most of the day to himself.
What made this day just a little more than normal? It was Kris' birthday. His boss had let him off early.
"A speeding ticket for my birthday. Just my luck," he chuckled. But Kris refused to let it get him down. His birthday would not be spent moping over the monstrous fine.
But his day would not be as relaxing as he anticipated. With a quick walk, Kris got to the door to his small apartment. His key opened the door, and he stepped through.
And it was empty.
Just as he expected.
Kris sighed. Alone on his birthday. The usual.
Knock knock knock!
Putting his hand over his heart to try and calm down from the scare he just received, Kris exhaled. Slowly, he moved over to the door.
A brief glance through the peephole revealed someone Kris should have expected.
"Marth," he greeted with a smile upon opening said door.
"Before you start complaining, I know you like spending your birthdays without much of a fuss," Marth quickly said. "And that deep down you like people remembering it's your birthday and don't like spending them alone."
Kris blinked, far too taken aback to respond.
"So I took it upon myself to keep you company today!" Marth proclaimed.
Hiding a smile, Kris responded, "If it makes you feel better. I already got a speeding ticket for my birthday."
Marth frowned, "You really shouldn't be driving as fast as you normally do."
The two walked into Kris' apartment and settled on his couch. They made small talk until Kris suggested watching a movie. Marth readily agreed, citing 'It's your birthday, so we're doing whatever you want.'
As the movie progressed, Marth slowly snuggled into Kris more and more. Kris didn't mind having a hot guy in his arms, so he complied with no objection.
And then Marth went and fell asleep.
Movie forgotten, Kris gazed at Marth's face. His friend never made it through movies.
So imagine his surprise when Marth's eyes shot open, and he planted his lips on Kris'.
Awkward? Maybe.
"That…certainly picked up speed," Kris said, trying to piece together the situation.
"Well, I know how you like to go fast," Marth wolfishly smirked.
Author Notes: This is the kind of shit I write when I don't have a plan. Not all together proud of this, but I know who this is for will enjoy it.
Decided to write M!Kris because I do plenty of M/F and F/F pairings, so I wanted to change things up.
Happy birthday, buddy ol' pal!
