PC Apps class is helping me with my lame computer skillz. But they will get better. Although I don't run Windows anymore (Linux user here) I can understand a lot of things here now. So heres the "long awaited" chapter pretty much of like...what 3 readers haha.....no.
Gene heard Guy finally leave after he took care of himself in the very wee hours of the morning. Very slowly, he turned around to check the clock.
"1:00 a.m.? Seriously Guy?!" Gene sighed out of annoyance and slammed his head back down on his pillow, his back facing Keegan.
Keegan rolled back over and wrapped his arms around Gene's toned back. He could feel every muscle separated. As his hands traveled to Gene's chest, both hands rested on Gene's pectorals. Gene sighed from the touch, Keegan smirked.
"Geeene.....Its One in the mooooring." Keegan breathed against Gene's ear.
Gene shuddered and flipped around out of Keegan's grasp and met him nose to nose. Keegan's eyes widened and stared up at Gene as Gene smiled down upon on him. After a few seconds, Keegan smiled and tucked his head down into Gene's chest and cuddled up on his chest. Gene smiled and wrapped his arms around Keegan, sheltering him from any cold air that could reach his body.
"Gene, can I ask you something?" Keegan asked louder now that they were the only two in the room.
Gene looked down at Keegan and raised an eyebrow but then smiled.
"Sure thing Keegan. What is it?"
Keegan hesitated for a moment not sure if hes should ask his question or not. He bit his lip and glanced back down to the pillow, one finger making a line on it. Gene smiled and lowered his head to meet Keegan's, staring daggers into him.
"Staring at me doesn't help!" Keegan said, smiling.
"You're the one who wanted to ask a question! I'm just waiting for a question!" Gene laughed.
"Do you love me?"
It was quick. Gene almost didn't catch it. Keegan laid there waiting as Gene's mouth almost went dry. He opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out, as if he expected his body to just say it for him. As the seconds passed, Keegan's face changed from a nervous smile to a mused face to a frown.
"Gene...don't tell me you....used me." Keegan whispered, tears were already spilling from his cheeks.
Gene sat straight up and grabbed Keegan, bringing him into his arms. Keegan was clawing at Gene's back, crying into his chest. Gene had one hand wrapped around Keegan's waist, holding him close and the other in his hair. Keegan could feel Gene's breath on his ear.
"I would never do that to you Keegan. I would never do that." Gene breathed harshly into his ear.
Keegan embraced him harder than before, drying his tears on Gene's chest. As he pulled back, Gene pushed some strands of tasseled hair out of his face and stroked his cheek. As he lowered his head, Keegan closed his eyes, waiting for another kiss but, it never came. He opened his eyes to see Gene staring his right in the eyes.
"I love you, Keegan." Gene whispered.
Keegan wanted to cry again. Happy tears of course but he had to stop crying. His already puffy eyes couldn't be attractive. He looked down and smiled, giggling a bit. His body weight shifted as Gene was laying back down on top of him again. As Keegan's head met with the pillow once more, his body felt heavy with defeat and sleep. Gene gave him a peck on the right cheek and one on the lips and rolled off of him.
"Get some sleep okay? We have practice in about four hours." Gene whispered. He might be in bed with his now lover but, he still had a job.
Hours rolled by and painfully soon for Keegan, the alarm went off for practice. He groaned and slammed his hand down on the snooze button. He rolled over to Gene's direction, splaying an arm to rap it around him only to find Gene out of the bed. Keegan sat up and looked around. One light was coming from the bathroom, in the mirror reflection from the bed, Keegan could see Gene brushing his teeth. Keegan found his boxers that were trapped in between the bedsheets and slipped them on, walking to the bathroom.
"Morning Gene!" Keegan greeted him.
Gene turned toward Keegan, toothbrush in mouth and awkwardly smiled.
"Mooninnn!" Gene tired to say, mouth full of toothpaste.
Keegan giggled at the silly attempt an walked to his dresser, fishing out his swimming uniform. After it was found he made his way back to the bathroom as Gene was exiting.
"Showering!" Keegan smiled, pointing towards the bathroom and walking in.
"Alright, see ya in a few." Gene said and Keegan shut the door.
Gene made himself busy but cleaning up the room while waiting on Keegan. Took the sheets off and replaced them, making the bed then tided up the counter next to the TV Keegan never watched. After picking up random candy wrappers and a bottle or two he felt a little better about the room. The shower was finally turned off and Gene heard the shower door open. It would take Keegan about five minutes to get dressed and another three to gather his things. He grabbed his whistle and placed it over his neck, letting it hang and checked his hair in the mirror. He's let his hair go lately. Some was hanging loosely, almost covering his ears. He tried to tuck it back behind his ear with no avail.
The door finally opened to find Keegan in his usual woman's swimwear outfit. He walked over to the counter and collected his towel and hair tie and turned towards Gene.
"Are we ready to go?" Keegan asked and Gene nodded, grabbing his clipboard and pen.
Keegan walked out the door with Gene noticing that Konon was a little bit ahead of him. Gene already foresaw what was going to happen and brought his hands up to his ears.
"KOOOOOOOKA!!!" Keegan yelled trying to get the Russian's attention.
Gene prayed that the other passengers on the ship slept like rocks through Keegan's outburst. Konon stopped, turned around, and smiled broadly. He turned to his Instructor and said a few words and then started walking towards Keegan. Gene had no problems with the kid. Sure, it was really weird to wear a long yellow scarf on a 100 degree average cruise ship but, he had good morals it seemed and looked like he took care of himself.
"Keegan! Good to see vou today! Are vou ready vor class?" Konon asked. Gene's eyebrows raised. Keegan said his accent was thick, he didn't know it was REALLY thick.
Keegan nodded his head really fast and took Konon's hand in a very friendly manner and started walking with him down the hall. Gene, of course, was observing the entire scene but, was old enough to know when a held hand is for a friend or for someone you love. They were friends, nothing wrong here. Gene and Konon's mentor were chatting lightly, walking behind the two friends. Now and then, they would laugh and Konon would grab hold of Keegan's shoulder and pull him close for a friendly type of hug but, he would let go afterwards.
The deck was filled with one side instructors and the other, kids running around and talking. Keegan and Konon already made the decision to walk to the kids side and sit on a random bench. Gene and Konon's mentor walked on, still chatting until Gene turned his head towards Keegan's direction. Keegan looked up at that moment and smiled. Gene placed two fingers on his lips and saluted them off as a gesture of "see you soon" with a slight wink. Keegan blushed and smiled and lightly waved back at him then turned to Konon who was still watching Gene.
"Konka?" Keegan asked, blush intensifying.
Konon looked down at Keegan with a serious face and came close to him.
"Vat is Gene Grayson to vou, Keegan?" Konon asked in sort of a low tone.
Keegan was quiet for a second and he brought his hands up to shield his face.
"Can you keep a secret!?" Keegan whimpered.
Konon already knew, Keegan didn't have to tell him. Konon leaned back and stared at Keegan with wide eyes for a second. Keegan was afraid that Konon wouldn't like him anymore if he knew that he and Gene were lovers. Konon's eyes then closed and his mouth formed a broad smile.
"Oh, so vou like older men, da?!" Konon said slowly, almost taunting, knowing it would get under Keegan skin.
Keegan blushed bright red and turned away from Konon, "Shut up, it just sort of happened!"
Konon boasted a strong belly laugh and rested his arms on the back of the bench, relaxing. Keegan put his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on his hands, puffing his cheeks in annoyance.
"Vou know I don't mind it, actually I expected it." Konon said leaning his head back.
Keegan looked over at Konon and glared. Konon smiled sweetly and brought his head to his hands next to Keegan's, meeting him face to face. The warm wind blew throughout the deck, causing Keegan's hair to toss in the wind.
"Are ve still good vor our lunch date today or," Konon looked over to a still chatting Gene, "Do vou have other plans?"
Keegan looked over at Gene too, tucking his hair back behind his ear and then looked down.
"Yea, I'm still going with you, out to eat that is." Keegan said, focusing on Konon again.
Konon looked over at Keegan and smiled. A solitary whistle noise pierced the air to indicate warm-ups and the children and instructors started to make their way to each other. Konon and Keegan stood up and said a farewell for a while and then parted ways. Keegan was still a little embarrassed about Konon knowing about Gene and him but, decided to get over it. Konon was okay with everything, there wasn't anything he couldn't talk to Konon about that Konon wouldn't understand.
As Konon made his way to the towel rack, he flung his red towel over the rail and unwrapped himself from his yellow scarf. It was very hot on deck already but the feel of the missing fabric sent chills down his spine. It was folded nicely and tucked under his towel from any rouge water that might reach it. He turned and reached the edge of the pool for warm-up, rubbing his wrists and stretching his neck. He spotted Gene and Keegan on the other side of the pool and smiled, turning to his own instructor. He brought his hands out, ready to do toe-touches but, a feeling in his gut wasn't right. He looked back over to Keegan and Gene who were doing the same exercise, with smiles on their faces. They looked like they were having a good time but, serious at the same time. The feeling never subsided throughout the entire five hours of practice.
It was worry.
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Every one was in the same room now. It was dark with the curtains closed but some slivers of light tried to spill into the room. Voltar only got a few hours of sleep that night. Red and Doomageddon were sharing the farthest bed from the window while Frogg insisted that him and Voltar have the window bed. Voltar really couldn't say anything against the matter and went to go change into his bed clothes. Frogg seemed to have went shopping for his bed clothes as well. What didn't they sell on this blasted ship?!
Frogg was still dead asleep as Voltar snaked his way out of his grasp. He escaped and crawled to the edge of the bed. After dangling for a second, he landed softly on the floor and walked to the door. They, of course, had the unlucky door that squeaked when you tired to be quiet. Voltar tried his hardest to not wake the other members of his team up as he just squeezed himself out the door and shut it. From the inside, he heard someone shift in their bed and a deep sigh followed. Voltar just exhaled the air he held in his lungs and walked down the hall. He only had his frilly silk bed clothes on as he made his way to the sitting deck. It had perfect view of the pool below where the lifeguards and their trainees were training. He picked a random bench and made himself comfortable. To the right, there was a small soda shop in the distance, he searched his pockets absentmindedly looking for money. These were new pajamas, no money could be found.
It wasn't fair to be treated this way, what in the world did he do that was so damn special that Frogg had to confiscate him for himself? He brought his hands up to his head and felt his hair. Thanks to the lack of the helmet for the past two days, it fell to its natural volume, kind of poofy but still straight and shoulder length. His antennae drooped lower and the while bulbs on the top bumped against his face in depression. He bought his knees to his face and rested his head on them. His small hands clutched his scalp and he cried. The once large, proud yellow eyes were a dull mustard with weary and defeat. He feet rubbed against each other from the pent up anger he was quietly letting out through tears.
A strong force lifted the small from the bench and turned him around. Voltar didn't even look up. He had no willpower too. He noticed the black shoes and baggy jeans covering them, a single chain hanging from the right pocket hooked to a wallet and a belt loop. It was Frogg's casual attire.
"Look at me Voltar." Frogg whispered in his thick accent.
Voltar lifted his head slowly and saw no anger in Frogg's eyes. More on the lines of annoyance with a mix of worry. Voltar shifted his eyes away from Frogg's face and pouted, his large eyes brought to a thin line.
"Voltar, where the fuck are you going to go on a boat! Did you really think you can just run away from me?" Frogg stated.
Voltar kept his gaze away and Frogg huffed. He walked over the the far side of the sitting deck and stopped at a lone table with useless brochures and papers to the side and sat Voltar on the edge. Frogg then pulled up a chair and sat himself down in front of Voltar, resting his arms on his upper legs and leaning forward.
Voltar looked up and scarred Frogg's face. He was looking away from him at this second, looking out the window. A lone scowl played on his lips and his hair was loose and tussled from sleep. His white dress shirt was buttoned only halfway and his black tie was sloppily tied. It was a messy look along with his goggles propped on his forehead, his powerful crimson eyes now boring into his.
A metallic sound of his claws moving was heard and Voltar looked down to see them spinning from time to time. An action Frogg sometimes did when he didn't understand something or was angered. He prayed he didn't understand why he ran away.
"Voltar, I'm prepared to give you the world and I don't understand why you just don't give up and give in so I can show it to you. Surely you know that I can do-"
"You can't take people by force! You can't!" Voltar squeaked. Tears were beading down his face.
Frogg paused from the interruption and dropped his head and huffed heavily. Voltar's sniffles and sobs and Frogg's claws spinning were the only sounds heard in the great sitting hall. Frogg lifted his head and sat back in his seat, claws now resting on his knees. He flipped a solitary lock of hair out of his sight and then scooted his chair closer to Voltar. His chest touched Voltar's legs and he wrapped his arms around Voltar's waist. Voltar looked up at him, his eyes red from crying.
"Voltar, can we start over. I'm sorry for everything I did to you." Frogg apologized, inching closer, trying to get Voltar to ease into submission.
Voltar, though battered and broken, was no fool. He took his body, his pride, and his identity. How could he survive with a person like that. He thought Frogg was lying about starting over and brought his hands up and push Frogg away. His hands reached Frogg's shoulders and remained there. He shook his shoulders and squeezed the fabric of the dress shirt. He tried so badly to push him away. Voltar's body rocked back and forth as he weakly push on Frogg's shoulders, whimpering as he knew he couldn't do it. Frogg's eyes were fixated on Voltar's closed ones. Eventually, Voltar stopped and threw his head on Frogg's shoulder and cried.
"Why won't you go away when I want you to?! Why do you vanish when I need you?!" Voltar cried into Frogg's shoulder.
Frogg sat there, arms wrapped around Voltar's waist as Voltar's small fist pounded harmless punches and hit into Frogg's chest. Voltar's cries became louder and heartfelt as the minutes went on. Voltar stopped hitting him and slowly started wrapping his arms around Frogg's neck, looking for support.
"I won't vanish if you don't want me to. I'll always be here." Frogg whispered into Voltar's ear.
Voltar didn't surface from his shoulder, the grip around Frogg's throat tightened from the hug. Frogg swallowed and picked Voltar up once again and moved to the sofa in the far corner from any windows. Frogg made a large exhale noise after he sat down and rubbed Voltar's back. Voltar's shins rested on the sofa as his body rested on Frogg. Voltar grabbed hold of Frogg's black tie and pulled on it lightly. Something to hold on to, something to hold him up. Frogg's claws proclaimed their spot on Voltar's hip, which Voltar had gotten used to so he didn't squirm uncomfortably like he usually did.
Voltar had to realize, he already realized, Frogg was the only purely evil in the entire group of members he had arranged. The tings Frogg thought up and the thoughts coursing through his mind would drive a sane person crazy. He wasn't called a "mad" scientist for a reason. The truth hit Voltar like a million bandangos. His grip tightened around the tie harder knowing that Frogg wasn't lying when he wanted to start over. He was doing his best, being certifiably insane, to love someone.
"Frogg..."
Frogg's eyebrows raised at his name and a lone "hmmm?" came from him.
"You wouldn't....hurt me anymore if I give in....will you?" Voltar asked, avoiding Frogg's eyes.
Frogg gave a soft smile and tilted Voltar's face up to look at him. Voltar looked tired, his eyes looked big but small at the same time, his mouth hanging open and lightly panting.
"What are you trying to say to me, Voltar?" Frogg asked.
Voltar then stood up on the sofa and was face to face in size with Frogg. Voltar's panting grew louder and Frogg was wondering if he was going to go into a seizure or something. Voltar then grabbed his shoulders again ad crashed their lips together. This feeling was a lot more different than the last million times. The kiss was slow and hard, yet sweet, neither wanted to part. For the first time, Voltar begged entrance into Frogg's mouth in which Frogg obliged and attacked Voltar's mouth with sloppy kisses. Tears were streaming down Voltar's face as the kissing continued. Eventually, Frogg broke it off and placed kisses on both of his cheeks and hovered over his mouth again. A shaky exhale came from Voltar who was clenching Frogg's dress shirt for dear life.
"Frogg." Voltar whispered.
Frogg sat there, staring into Voltar's lust filled eyes, drunk with passion. Voltar then laid his head on Frogg's chest and popped one button loose from its hole, loosing Frogg's shirt.
"Frogg...take my clothes off." Voltar breathed as he tugged on the relentless black tie, trying to get it undone.
Yea, totally awesome fanart is coming from this chapter. Like Prussia awesome. Thats how awesome my fanart is gonna be. You should to!
Listened to totally depressing music and one happy song while writing this and Hero by Nickleback is the ONE song you need to listen to while reading this chapter, so reread it while listening to it hahaahaha im evil.
