It was a really nice day. Much too nice for the middle of February, but Gilbert wasn't going to complain about getting a little more vitamin D. Whistling some pop song he didn't even know the name of, he put his beanie on and zipped his jacket. The only thing he was missing now was that loud little blondie.
Why did Feliks always take so damn long getting ready?
With a tsk he made his way to the bedroom, not caring that he had already put his shoes on. "Feeeliii, c'mon, I'm actually gonna grow a beard at this rate!"
As soon as Gilbert walked into the room, he realised he had made a terrible mistake. He obviously should've not only dragged Feliks out of bed and into the bathroom, but also made sure that he would actually get ready. As a result of this mistake, he was now faced with the back of his boyfriends head peeking from underneath the covers, the rest of his body wrapped like some kind of a strange floral cocoon.
"Psh, like that's gonna happen. And I told you, I'm not leaving the house today."
Gilbert rolled his eyes at Feliks, sat on the bed and leaned back against the headboard. "You're being ridiculous." Honestly, all he was asking was that they went out. Was that so much to ask?
The blonde huffed and wrapped the blanket closer around his shoulders. "I am not being ridiculous. What if a brick falls on my head and I die?"
A snicker escaped Gil's mouth before he stroked his chin thoughtfully, pretending to ponder the possibility. "Yeah, that could happen. Or, a brick could not fall on your head, and we could just have an awesome day." He smirked at his boyfriends back, still propped against the headboard, waiting for the other to finally stop fussing.
Feliks managed to stay silent for entire thirty seconds before turning around and glaring at Gilbert.
"You could have literally picked any other day! Do you enjoy being a fricking sadist!?"
"Yes." Gilbert's grin clearly said that he wasn't feeling even slightly remorseful about this. "Now chop chop, we're going to get pizza." Feliks just gave a painful groan, which only caused the albino to chuckle and plop on the bed right next to him with a huge smile, head propped on his elbow. "Come on, it's just pizza, what's the worst that can happen?"
"World War III? Zombie apocalypse? A brick I've mentioned before?" Feliks was clearly not convinced.
"Aww, I'll protect you from all evil zombies and bricks, Liebe!" Gilbert kissed his nose affectionately, which only caused Feliks to scowl.
"I don't wanna."
"You're being stubborn."
"I don't care."
Gilbert sighed and suddenly seconds later he was straddling the poor man before he even realised what was happening. "Listen, sweet-cheeks, you have two choices; either you get ready like a good boy, or I'll throw you over my shoulder and just carry you to there like this." Feliks' eyes actually widened at that, to Gil's great amusement.
"You wouldn't…"
"I wouldn't bet on that. But hey, your call."
The Pole's face looked like that of a kid who had just been told he is not allowed to eat a bucket of ice cream and watch TV. In Gil's opinion, it was absolutely adorable.
"Alright, get off me, dumbass."
"So harsh!" he chuckled, but obediently got off the bed.
"Let me just- Hey, did you just get on the bed with your fricking shoes on!? Those are new bedsheets!"
Had it not been for the unicorn boxers and a very stretched out t-shirt that said "my penis grants wishes" he might've looked pretty intimidating, but the combination of that attire, a severe case of bed-head, and the fact that Feliks almost slipped while delivering that sentence made it impossible for Gilbert not to chuckle at him. "Yeah, thankfully we have that thing called a washing machine…"
The blonde clearly wasn't amused by that comment. He just turned around and started walking towards the bathroom, but about halfway through the room he suddenly turned on his heel and pointed his index finger right between Gilbert's eyes.
"I hate you. I hate this day. I hate everything. Just so you know." And with that he was gone, presumably to at least slightly tame the wild mess on his head before he would be forced to leave looking like an overused toothbrush.
Gil just shook his head with a smile. He was actually really proud of himself for managing to get Feli out of the house on Friday the thirteenth. Even though the man would never admit it to anyone else, he got irrationally scared of things like that, even though he always denied being superstitious.
He'd know dragging Feliks outside wouldn't be easy, and he also knew that nasty mood of his would probably last until midnight.
But hey, there were still things you could do after midnight, right?
Smirking to himself he knocked on the bathroom door forcefully. "Hey princess, come on, I bet you're pretty already!"
Seconds later he heard a slightly muffled by the running water, but still audible "Fuck off."
A/N:
Hello! I know I'm just slightly late with this, but I really wanted to write something with these two for Friday the 13th!
I know it's just a short silly thing, but I had a lot of fun with is, and I hope maybe you will as well.
I'm planning on writing a Valentines thingy tomorrow as well, but I've learned not to make any promises ever, everything could happen between now and then.
Please review so that I can improve! Reviews are awesome!