Original reason for writing this: I was talking with my friend on msn... And she knows that I have been going through a little bit of tough writers block lately. So, I asked for a writing challenge, and something good actually came out. Anyway, her challenge was make it WrathXFletcher, and include a lava lamp and an awkward situation. Thanks, I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Wrath and Fletcher, but they belong together! I hope you like this!
Wrath was alone in his room with the love of his life Fletcher. Wrath and Fletcher had been bored all afternoon and were trying to think of something to do. So, to amuse himself, Wrath watched Fletcher think. Wrath noticed how Fletcher furrowed his brow as he though deeply about something. He hair was gleaming in the light, as it was freshly clean. How soft it looked as it sparkled. Fletcher had slightly parted his lips to let his tongue poke out of his mouth. Wrath really wanted to kiss those rose pedal smooth lips, and feel that beautiful tongue on his and around his mouth. That was something that probably wouldn't happen, as Wrath was yet to tell Fletcher as to how he was feeling about him.
Fletcher noticed Wrath looking at him and smiled. Wrath blushed, his face becoming the colour of an apple, and quickly he looked away. Those moments, when Wrath stared, made him feel so weird. Fletcher didn't seem to care that his best friend was staring at him longingly, or he was just clueless. Him being clueless was most likely true, as he never thought much of himself, and didn't know that half the girls in their class loved him.
'What if we just talk about something?' Fletcher's voice rang out like an angel singing in Wrath's ear. 'Or, you know, we could just sit here, cause I like the silence.'
That was another thing about Fletcher that Wrath liked, his uncanny way of knowing what Wrath wanted to do. Wrath loved the silent moments they both had. He felt that they got to know each other in a deeper way. This worked for both of them, since Fletcher was shy when talking, and the only thing that Wrath could start a conversation about was normally his mother.
Wrath nodded to indicate that the silence was okay with him. Fletcher seemed to understand and went back to looked at the clouds outside as he had been doing most of the afternoon. Wrath gazed over at Fletcher's blue eyes. His eyes were full of wonder as he dreamed about the clouds.
Suddenly, Wrath had an idea, so he had to break the silence. 'Wanna go sit on the roof for a while to watch the clouds?'
'Sure!' Fletcher had the look of pure joy on his face. Wrath smiled as Fletcher's smile grew. He could already see that Fletcher was dreaming of the clouds up close.
Wrath tried to show off his muscles as he lifted his window out of the way and crawled onto the roof first. When Fletcher was coming out, Wrath decided to be smooth and help him out. The feel of Fletcher's rough, yet small hand on his made his knees buckle a little making him fall face first into the roof shingles. Quickly, Wrath turned away, once again blushing and embarrassed.
'Are you alright?' Fletcher asked as he came out to help Wrath up. This made Wrath blush a deeper shade of red.
'I'm fine.' Wrath squeaked.
They managed to find a comfy sunny spot right outside of Wrath's window to watch the clouds. Once again, the friendly silence was around them, coating them like a warm blanket. Shapes of white fluff formed and drifted over their heads as they relaxed.
Fletcher let out a relaxed sigh beside Wrath. All of Wrath's senses and pours seemed to inhale Fletcher's sigh. Wrath accidentally let out a sigh of pure happiness. He glanced over at the blonde boy beside him to see if he had noticed. A boy still gazing at the clouds with a look of pure bliss was what Wrath saw. A smile leaked onto Wrath's face.
Fletcher's older brother was a scientist. Fletcher, who looked up to his brother most of the time, was really into nature because of his scientific experiences. Wrath however, was a spaz, and on a regular basis threw fits. He was only ever calm when he was with Fletcher.
'I think I felt a rain drop on my face.' Fletcher suddenly had a look of disappointment on his face.
'Really?' Wrath held out his hand. He did not like when Fletcher had such a look on his face. Fletcher seemed as though all the joy and happiness had just been sucked out of his body. 'Should we go back inside?'
Fletcher nodded and Wrath felt a fat droplet on his own hand. The clouds covered and darkened the bright sun.
Wrath dashed inside, and pulled Fletcher inside and closed the window just as the rain started pouring down on the world outside. The rain rattled the window and slide off the roof in a free-for-all. The fat, background-distorting raindrops slowly joined in trails on this clear pain of glass. The outside world was turned into a depressing looking grey, wet mound of water. Puddles were forming in every pothole, and dog dug holes in the dirt. Mud was forming everywhere and the green grass of spring was taking a long drink.
'The clouds look angry now.' Fletcher sighed. He loved to watch the clouds lazily float passed his head.
'Sorry, it had to rain.' Wrath apologized for the weather. Fletcher looked at him strange as if to ask why he was apologizing for the rain.
Wrath suddenly had a bright idea. Fletcher watched as Wrath plugged in his blue lava lamp. The inside glowed up as a green hue as the blue blobs formed shapes going up and down in the lava lamp.
'We have some⦠almost clouds.' Wrath smiled in a proud fashion.
Wrath felt extremely proud as a huge smile grew on Fletcher's face. Green glowed onto Fletcher's face as he watched the blobs in total amusement. The glow flickered on his face as the wax blobs slowly descended. Wrath's gaze was of love, as he watched those blue eyes watch the lava lamp.
'I like to imagine I'm the clouds, floating freely.' Fletcher suddenly looked really dreamy. 'Just going wherever without a care.'
Wrath smiled. His friend was completely ecstatic talking about his dreams. Wrath's eyes drunk in every feature of Fletcher's happy self. His blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, wondrous giggle, slim body, and smooth red lips. To kiss those lips, was all Wrath needed in life. He knew it would only ever happen in his dreams though. Fletcher was so innocent. Wrath didn't even know if Fletcher was gay, or remotely into guys.
Suddenly disappointed in himself, Wrath looked at the floor. He could not think of his best friend like this. He could not want to kiss and touch ever inch of his body. He didn't want to lust any more for his best friend. He didn't want to make it harder on himself to see Fletcher everyday. He didn't want love to be so hard.
Feeling like he was going to cry, Wrath excused himself to the bathroom. He bit his lip hard to hold back the tears that were threatening to slip out of his eyelids. Wrath did not want red puffy eyes that he would have to explain to Fletcher when he got back to his room. That would be too awkward for him. For five minutes Wrath fought with his tears. He seemed to be winning, but Fletcher would soon wonder what was taking him so long. Wrath finally got himself under control, after what seemed like an eternity.
Slowly, he made his way back to his room. He walked in to find Fletcher completely sprawled out on the floor watching the lamp intently. Wrath kept his eyes down as to keep the fantasies in his mind hidden from Fletcher. He didn't want to see Fletcher to get a new rush of thoughts in his young and slightly horny mind. God, did he ever want to touch Fletcher everywhere. Kiss ever particle of his being. Express his love in every way possible.
'What's wrong?' Fletcher gave Wrath a look of earnest care. He was worried about Wrath, and that made Wrath want to cry again.
Suddenly not able to hold any of his adolescent love, he jumped on top of Fletcher and kissed him with all the passion he could muster. He pressed his lips tightly to Fletcher's unsuspecting lips. Cupping the back of Fletcher's head, Wrath slowly sat them both up as he continued with his lip barrage.
Fletcher backed up a little to breath and look in Wrath's eyes. Wrath was embarrassed and felt awkward.
Wrath was surprised as Fletcher suddenly had a big smile plant itself on his face. It was a sly smile that seemed to hint that he had been waiting for that moment. Wrath gave Fletcher a confused look.
'I have been waiting for you to do that.' Fletcher smiled. 'I have secretly been in love with you for so long.'
'Really?' Wrath let a tear crawl down his face. His dreams were now a reality. He was in total bliss. Life was now complete in Wrath's mind. He finally had everything he wanted. Everything being the ability to express his love for Fletcher. 'I've loved you for so long, too.'
'Well, that was what I saw in the clouds today,' Fletcher smiled shyly, 'was a kiss, from you.'
Wrath, full of ecstasy kissed Fletcher again, indulging himself in the love of his life.
A/N: So, tell me what you think... This was going to be a one-shot, but there is a second chapter... I wrote the first one in Wrath's point of veiw mostly. The second one is the same story only written more in Fletcher's point of view. Please review!
Love you all!
