We'll run away, keep everything simple
Night will come down, our guardian angel
We rush ahead, the crossroads are empty
Our spirits rise, they're not gonna get us…
Static flew over the rooftops of Dakota, weaving between the skyscrapers and enjoying the feeling of the rushing wind. It was a quiet night on patrol tonight. Not really surprising, seeing as how most of the regular troublemaking bang-babies were in police lock-down at the moment all thanks to him. His Shock Vox let off a beeping noise, and Static reached into his trench coat and brought out the small walkie-talkie.
"'Sup bro?"
"Hey. I got a small problem here. Can you come and fix it for me?" He could almost hear the laughter in Richie's voice.
"Depends what the problem is, oh stranger-whom-I've-never-met-before." Virgil couldn't hide the smile in his voice. Richie chuckled. "The house generator is outta whack. Mind giving it a boost?"
"Sure thing. I'll be there asap."
"Thanks bro – you're a lifesaver. Do you know how damn cold it is in my room without the generator on? I'm a living icicle in here!" Virgil laughed, and Static did an about-face and headed back to his district and Richie's house.
"Thanks again, bro. My room can warm up now." Richie flopped back onto his bed, and promptly gave a yelp of surprise when his friend biffed him with a pillow. Virgil smirked as Richie picked up another pillow and came chasing after the dark-skinned boy. The two exchanged hair-devastating blows with the pillows for while before Richie collapsed into his office chair and Virgil into the dark blue beanbag. The brown-eyed teen laughed breathlessly. "Have you warmed up now?"
"What do you think? Now I'm wondering if mom would let me steal all the ice cubes…"
"Probably not all of them. If you do go steal some, can you bring me back a couple?"
"Sure thing!" The blond stood up and bounced out of the room, leaving behind a very thoughtful Virgil. The dark teen had started seeing his friend in a new light lately, but he didn't want to risk their friendship by trying for something he could never have. He sighed, and turned to look out the window at the dark velvet sky. "Rich…"
The bedroom door opened, causing Virgil to start a little. He turned to see Richie carrying two glasses of iced tea, each with 3 ice cubes and a straw. The "waiter" smiled as he placed the glasses on the table and sat down next to Virgil. "Sorry, Virg. I forgot you liked sugar in your iced tea, so I haven't put any in. Hope you don't mind."
"No worries, bro." Virgil hesitated, before leaning up to Richie and pressing his lips gently against the blond's. Richie stiffened a little, and Virgil almost pulled away in disappointment, but was pleasantly surprised when he relaxed, put his arms around the young superhero's waist and started to return the kiss. But, as innocent as the kiss started out it didn't stay that way for long. After a minute Virgil gently bit Richie's bottom lip and ran his tongue along it. His friend hesitated before opening his mouth and allowing the dark-skinned boy's tongue to slip inside.
When the need for air broke the two apart, Richie was flushed but happy, and Virgil was elated. Richie felt the same! The superhero let out a small chuckle and kissed Richie again lightly on the cheek.
"Love you, Rich." The blond smiled and lay down so his head was on Virgil's chest.
"Love you too, Virg."
