8/27/03-I wrote this one for the last challenge at the Contre La Montre community (http://livejournal.com/community/contrelamontre/), to write a fic in 45 minutes or less, involving a couch in some way. This fluffy little bit of Todd/Kurt is the result. And now for your daily dose of Todd/Kurt, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Closest-thing-to-bishounen-America's-got Kurt and the lovely and amazing Toad-Boy belong to Marvel, the I think WB, and probably bunches of other wonderful peoples. So do anyone else mentioned herein. We don't own them, we're just kleptos who intend no harm and will return them when we're done. Please dun hurt us.
SLASH DISCLAIMER: This...is...SLASH. Ever seen Boy Meets Boy? That's what this is, only in this case it's Elf meets Toad. If the thought of boys loving boys (and kissing boys and touching boys etc. etc.) makes you make little sicky noises, you probably want to go somewhere else.
Feedback: Thoroughly glomped.
Flames: Treated with the same loving care you'd expect from one Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. P.S. For those unfamiliar with him, the name should give you some clue as to what kind of care that is.
The couch was the best reason to hang around the X-Geeks' mansion, definitely. Todd loved to relax there after school; he'd practically made a game out of seeing how far he could sink into the heavy cushions, he had all the munchies he could ask for, and Kurt's warm body next to his made it that much more inviting.
The TV would drone on. It didn't matter what was on, really, they would watch in companionable silence (by far the best kind of silence), broken only by the occasional taunt or snide criticism of the program. The atmosphere was always comfortable, made moreso by Kurt's soft, playful voice and softer, wandering fingers.
They enjoyed their solitude. Despite the fact that it was the mansion's major hang-out spot, no one ever bothered them. Todd was well aware of why. Not that he cared, but he was anything but stupid. Which he would have to be, to miss the glares and upturned noses directed at him daily. It was okay, though. Kurt never looked down on him.
Todd was safe there. Their Professor had long ago given the student body orders that he should be treated peaceably. The X-Geeks seemed to interpret that 'be nice to him' to mean' leave him alone', and that they did. Not that Todd would complain, though. Kurt's company was the only kind in the mansion he cared for.
There were random incidents. Kitty wandered through the room once, and pinched her nose as she passed the couch. Todd knew she didn't smell anything, really. He'd taken to regular showering since he and Kurt got together; Kurt had argued he didn't need Todd to change anything for his benefit. Todd didn't just do it for Kurt's benefit, though, so Kurt had eventually stopped complaining. Kitty pretended he stinks and, before he could respond, Kurt sent her stomping out of the room with a few well-chosen words, growled in a pitch designed specifically for the purpose.
Todd is beginning to love the small world formed by the couch, the TV, Kurt. He curls his feet up under him and leans into Kurt's side, pressing him between arm of the couch and arm of the Toad. Fur turns to silk beneath his roaming fingers, fur does its own roaming over his arms, neck, belly. They kiss, and he thinks that the couch isn't the only good reason to hang around the X-Geeks' mansion.
Disclaimer: Closest-thing-to-bishounen-America's-got Kurt and the lovely and amazing Toad-Boy belong to Marvel, the I think WB, and probably bunches of other wonderful peoples. So do anyone else mentioned herein. We don't own them, we're just kleptos who intend no harm and will return them when we're done. Please dun hurt us.
SLASH DISCLAIMER: This...is...SLASH. Ever seen Boy Meets Boy? That's what this is, only in this case it's Elf meets Toad. If the thought of boys loving boys (and kissing boys and touching boys etc. etc.) makes you make little sicky noises, you probably want to go somewhere else.
Feedback: Thoroughly glomped.
Flames: Treated with the same loving care you'd expect from one Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. P.S. For those unfamiliar with him, the name should give you some clue as to what kind of care that is.
The couch was the best reason to hang around the X-Geeks' mansion, definitely. Todd loved to relax there after school; he'd practically made a game out of seeing how far he could sink into the heavy cushions, he had all the munchies he could ask for, and Kurt's warm body next to his made it that much more inviting.
The TV would drone on. It didn't matter what was on, really, they would watch in companionable silence (by far the best kind of silence), broken only by the occasional taunt or snide criticism of the program. The atmosphere was always comfortable, made moreso by Kurt's soft, playful voice and softer, wandering fingers.
They enjoyed their solitude. Despite the fact that it was the mansion's major hang-out spot, no one ever bothered them. Todd was well aware of why. Not that he cared, but he was anything but stupid. Which he would have to be, to miss the glares and upturned noses directed at him daily. It was okay, though. Kurt never looked down on him.
Todd was safe there. Their Professor had long ago given the student body orders that he should be treated peaceably. The X-Geeks seemed to interpret that 'be nice to him' to mean' leave him alone', and that they did. Not that Todd would complain, though. Kurt's company was the only kind in the mansion he cared for.
There were random incidents. Kitty wandered through the room once, and pinched her nose as she passed the couch. Todd knew she didn't smell anything, really. He'd taken to regular showering since he and Kurt got together; Kurt had argued he didn't need Todd to change anything for his benefit. Todd didn't just do it for Kurt's benefit, though, so Kurt had eventually stopped complaining. Kitty pretended he stinks and, before he could respond, Kurt sent her stomping out of the room with a few well-chosen words, growled in a pitch designed specifically for the purpose.
Todd is beginning to love the small world formed by the couch, the TV, Kurt. He curls his feet up under him and leans into Kurt's side, pressing him between arm of the couch and arm of the Toad. Fur turns to silk beneath his roaming fingers, fur does its own roaming over his arms, neck, belly. They kiss, and he thinks that the couch isn't the only good reason to hang around the X-Geeks' mansion.