It was very bright.
Too bright.
Much too bright.
Sooooo bright.
Why was it so bright?!
It should be impossible to be this bright.
Light sucked.
Light really just… It just sucked.
Too incredibly bright that it should in fact become illegal to be that bright in the morning.
Red hated the light.
He hated it with passion and whilst he didn't hate many things, morning light or sunshine first thing in the mornings was his worst enemy ever.
Red swore morning light was out to kill him. Like murder his eyeballs when he first opened them, groaning quietly Red sat up, hair frazzled and his nose stuffy. He hated Mondays.
The best thing about today was that it was a public holiday. Yes! Red loved public holidays. It meant lots of time with Green!
Red liked Green a lot.
As much if not more than Pikachu who he loved very much despite the fact he was so damn obese.
Plus he could play Scrabble with Silver and watch Pokémon with Gold. All was well. Everything today was going to be perfect. That is until Red KNEW that Green would nag him to go buy more orange juice and milk. But he didn't mind so much because it was Green and he would do pretty much anything Green told him to. The handsome psychologist as much as he didn't know, had Red wrapped round his little finger. Red sighed turning his head slightly to look at the still snoozing brunette. He was so pretty to look at; he had high sharp cheekbones, high arching eyebrows and pretty pink lips and a straight elegant nose and...
Well if noses could be elegant that is.
Red thought that noses could definitely be elegant, especially if it was Green's.
He could list things forever.
He had many sketchbooks lying round dedicated to his psychologist, he was just that picturesque, Red loved to draw the soft angles of Green's jaw and his slanted cat like eyes. Sighing happily Red totally forgot all about his hatred for morning light and was content to sit fiddling with one of the many Pikachu plush toys that adorned the headboard. His collection was vast but not big enough for the small space. Speaking of Pikachu, Red got up and padded lightly to the kitchen to visit his kitten. The tiny animal curled up in a little ball as he slept. Tapping and unlocking the kitchen cage door the kitten stirred. Red lifted the fat feline out and onto his lap as he sat cross legged on the tiles. Pikachu pawed at him sleepily, seemingly not amused about waking up so early but frankly did not care in the end.
Red wished sometimes he was a cat.
It would make life so much easier when he didn't need to talk to people so much. He mentally cursed, why was he human again?
He fidgeted and realised maybe he was human because Green wanted him to be there. Smiling at the idea Red petted Pikachu between his fuzzy little pointed ears with a long index finger. If Green wanted him then that was okay, he would live everyday very happily if Green was there too.
Red didn't know how he used to live before without him. The psychologist, unknowingly completed that other part of him, the more social, friendly part which Red had lost so long ago and been so out of contact with- forgotten how to speak properly. But he was improving, he could speak now but he preferred not to. Pikachu mewled contentedly as Red resumed petting him.
"Do you think Green likes me Pikachu?"
Pikachu opened his tiny mouth wide, his little teeth like pinpricks.
"I think he does. He always blushes like a girl when I'm around. According to the dictionary when someone blushes it meant a person was feeling some kind of intense emotion and in the realm of love- attraction."
Pikachu scratched an ear with a hind leg in a fast motion; Red chuckled as the kitten fluffed out his fur and settled back sleepily on his masters' lap.
"I think Green likes me. I like him too."
Pikachu burrowed, kneading his paws slightly.
"Okay, I'll let you sleep now."
Placing the un-talkative feline back into his basket in the cage Red shut the door as Pikachu purred in goodbye. It was 9am and Red sloped back to bed, rolling onto the mattress, Green stirring in the process. Red paused unsure if he had woken his bed mate but Green slept on peacefully and undisturbed. He was looking quite tired again. Red watched as Green shifted again, just so the morning light he hated so much came and hit the angles on Green's perfect face lighting his feature's in incredible display. Pulling out a sketchpad from the bedside cabinet Red found a tiny scrap of a pencil and upon finding that his sharpener wasn't in the room made do with the blunt lead.
He worked silently as usual, checking every now and again to make sure he was drawing everything correctly- Red had drawn Green so many time's he could probably do it blindfolded whilst hanging upside down. But whenever he drew the perfect features he wanted to make sure he did them justice and made no mistakes. He had to admit whilst it was a bit creepy of him to draw Green when he was unaware but Red deemed the activity safe because he and Green were so used to each other it was almost natural, routine even for the drawing to happen. Plus Red would never let himself live this one down if he had missed such a golden opportunity.
The lighting was stunning.
Which as a result made Green…? Red stopped thinking about that- he needed to concentrate.
When he finished shading the lips with care and finer details to Green's thick dark lashes, he signed it and added the date. Placing the sketchpad back on the cabinet Red went out straightening his Pikachu memorabilia. Green didn't mind keeping it all as long as he kept it tidy, thus every morning Red would check for dust collecting and kept his collection clean, dust free and neatly presented.
Sitting on the floor on his haunches Red scratched an armpit lazily. He had nothing to do today; Pokémon had ended its special promo season where double episodes had been shown every Monday. Figuring that once Green woke up he would try coaxing his psychologist into another speech therapy session.
Why?
Red found he enjoyed listening to Green speak; he had a nice voice, a pleasant low tenor with a slight lilt to it, pronouncing specific words in such an attractive manner. Such as 'Red' his own name, Red loved how Green said his name. The way Green also said 'group session' and 'lavatory' and hell even 'arsehole' sounded attractive.
Red pulled a pillow over his face as he lay back on the floor strangely mortified.
He found everything Green said attractive. Well attractive wasn't exactly the right word, it was more like he became even more interested and intrigued by the brunette male. Watching someone's lips had never been so enthralling. Red knew there was a certain reason as to why he didn't choose to speak often.
It was because it was so much more fun watching Green and his lips moving to form words. Red knew Green was a beautiful singer- when he sang it was a rich baritone and when he sang slow classy songs- his voice would drop to a gorgeous rich murmur and if Green happened to be in a very good mood, he would sing at the top of his lungs, getting so into the music he would forget his audience (Red who would just stop, stand and stare most of the time). Not many people knew this tiny bit of information and Gold and Silver most certainly did not- Gold could sing as well, but not as melodic as Green could. Gold sang with more power and with a husky quality to his voice, thus able to pull off jazzy, breathy songs with ease in fact Red knew he would probably die if the two did a duet- it would be quite attractive to him. But Green unfortunately hadn't had time or any energy to have sung in the last half year since becoming acquainted with the two new patients. Red secretly enjoyed the fact that only he had had the pleasure of hearing the young psychologist sing. Red at first had been jealous that he had to share the clever emerald eyed man but got over it when he realised the two, were too caught up in their own drama and dare he say each other. Red had a shrewd feeling one of them or both had something going on for one another. Like Silver for example.
Silver in Red's opinion had the biggest most open and obvious crush he had ever seen, on none other than the person who was once his sworn enemy and the guy who he shared his bed with. But to be fair he felt that was totally okay because… He was pretty much the same. Red found that he had a lot in common with Silver; they got on very well together and always had to a certain extent when things were still rocky at the start of their relationships. Red slowly pulled the pillow off of his face. He couldn't believe when he had first met Green when he was about 18 and was sharing a dorm with him in university, and Green was probably just a little bit older in his final year of university- Green had been that lucky super smart kid, gifted with brains (and looks and a great body and oh he had it all didn't he?!) who got a place in the best of the best early- however Red had only been doing a single foundation year course. Red just couldn't believe he hated Green back then.
They had been such rivals, purposefully trying to make life hard for one another as they squabbled and fought over minor things such as the orange juice. For Red it was surprisingly easy, he just had to go to the gym and come back to the flat still steaming and sweaty and Green in immense disgust would wave him away with a rolled up newspaper. However to get back at him, Green had dragged him to all the wild uni parties that the party animals hosted. It forced him to socialise and Red was always that loner in the corner staring anyone down who came on or over to him. He would also suffer those long nights watching Green flirting easily with both males and females, one of those party nights Red had gotten so pissed at Green for playing two girls at once when they thought he was dating one of them had dragged him outside and punched him right in his pretty face- in front of everyone. It had felt liberating.
So fucking good.
The split pain on his knuckles had been the sweetest pain he had ever felt.
'You don't fuck round with people's feelings asshole.'
Was what he had told the clever brunette and Green had had a lovely purple greenish bruise on his jaw for the next week or so. Needless to say it dragged the cocky green eyed male down several pegs and he had thus been every girls' worst enemy seeing as he had dated one of them and then several others at the same time. To Red it had been the most epic, amazing revenge he could've ever dealt out to his psychologist. Green had been livid.
However the turning point came when they both stood face to face, Red doubled over from having his ass quite literally handed to him (albeit the fact he had let Green win) with a bloodied nose and Green sporting an excellent black eye and several cuts on his knuckles. They had had a massive fight in the university courtyard much to all the professors chagrin and much to the rest of the fellow students delight- the two were quite famous for their rivalry- Red was quite intelligent himself and could match up to Green astonishingly well. The fight had started when Red who had just been following Green round the place to annoy him, the brunette had yelled at him to 'fuck off' and Red who hadn't just stood there until simultaneously they had come together in a whirlwind of punches, kicks and choke holds. Green was black belt in nearly anything, which was why Red had pretty much gotten his ass kicked.
But he had been holding back.
Because if he hadn't Green wouldn't have been alive.
At one point during that fight Red had pinned Green down so fiercely by the throat, straddling his chest his powerful thighs clamping down so the brunette couldn't buck him off, one hand free curling into a bloodied, bony fist, in that split moment he could see the blatant horror as Green realised what brute strength his pale scarlet eyed dorm mate and rival possessed. Upon seeing that terror, Red had released Green in an act of mercy when he had just been about to knock him unconscious. Green in a single cheap move had sent him reeling with a powerful elbow jab to his ribs. Red had collapsed amid cheers.
Green had always been the favourite.
As the crowds dispersed Green had loitered, smirking, arms crossed in his victory. They had been so immature. But once those crowds had melted away completely Red had been very surprised if not touched when Green shakily knelt down to help him up, spitting out a gob of blood as he did- he must've gotten a cut on the inside of his cheek from a nasty punch Red had dealt out. Once they stood up supporting each other Green had said casually:
'You're pretty fucking insane you know.'
Red hadn't responded to that and instead opted for a:
'You too.'
Green had laughed painfully.
'No I mean… I thought you were going to fucking kill me back then.'
'I didn't.'
'Yeah, I'm glad you decided to let me win.'
'I didn't let you win.'
'Prove it you crazy sonuvabitch.'
Red smiled to himself as he remembered Green challenging him again and much to his distress and embarrassment ended up on the floor with Red pinning him down in seconds. Green had been mortified to know that Red could so easily beat him.
'I didn't let you win. I chose to not win. It would be better if you won anyway.'
At that Green had stared at him, wiping away the blood from a cut on his forehead hissing at the raw split skin- a streak of blood left in its wake, drying to a darker flaky brown colour.
'Why?'
'Because you are the favourite, no one cares about who I am.'
Green had stared some more before his hard emerald eyes which had been so cruel and mocking towards him for the short time that they had known each other so far softened. Green had reached out and brushed the hair out of Red's face and for the first time since meeting Green, Red had felt happy.
'I care. Hell you're my godamn rival so of course I'd actually give a shit about you.'
Upon reflection of a teenaged Green, the brunette had quite a foul mouth, almost like Gold. But Gold had worse language and his vocabulary for such vulgarities was extensive and by the way they fell like raindrops in a typhoon, very well practiced as well. Red's personal favourite was: 'ass-monkey'. However that moment when Green had told him he cared Red didn't know why be he had sat there and cried for half an hour- mainly in relief.
No one had actually cared about him for a long time. The petty fights he had with Green made his life much brighter, but his rival telling him he cared was too much and Red had silently cried on Green's shoulder. The verdant eyed male the whole while sitting there placated, still with his wounds bleeding patting him on the head gently. That special moment was Red's favourite memory of Green. It was when Green had suddenly transformed and grown up in that split second. No longer was he that immature, cocky know-it-all with a massive ego and sharp comebacks and a lady killer. He had mellowed out and became a still rather hot-headed adult but he made better choices and decisions- he was polite and genuine and took everyone's opinions and feelings into account. Green had evolved into a brilliant young man who was finally ready to take on the world so much that he had emerged from his awkward teenaged cocoon. Whereas he…
Unfortunately, Red looked down at the pillow he held currently, whereas he hadn't outgrown that stage.
Red didn't really see himself emerging from his cocoon any time soon. Whilst he had matured somewhat he hadn't undergone such a beautiful change like Green had done, but Green had done his very best for him and Red couldn't deny that Green had become someone very special to him, so special Red thought he might just die if Green suddenly left him. Red looked up at the Pikachu themed clock on the wall and noted it was almost time for Gold to storm through the house singing 'Barbie Girl' – it was a running but annoying joke, Green's mobile phone dial tone for a few months had been Barbie Girl because the phone company had deemed it 'in' again and set it for all phones in Viridian City on a pay card.
…It had also been the seriously disturbing alarm clock Green woke up to. That aside Red crawled over to the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a black shirt. Pulling them on over his sleeping boxers Red sat now fully clothed on the floor scratching his ear impatiently. He hated it when he was the first one to wake up- it was rare when he did so but nonetheless very boring. (He normally was the last person to wake!)
He played tic-tac-toe with himself to make time pass but ended up winning either way because he was playing himself. Wait. That didn't really make sense, if he was playing against himself then effectively he was losing as well as winning but if he was losing when he was winning and winning when he was losing didn't that mean he wasn't really winning or losing at all? Didn't this mean he was winning and losing but not winning and losing? Thoroughly confused Red scrunched up the paper with his game on it – to prevent further confusion and tossed it into the bin basket (SCORE! Gold would've been so impressed at the spin he had put on the paper ball.)
"Good morning…"
Red perked up as Green lifted his head, his bed hair was everywhere today- the artfully styled brown spikes were mussed and Red found the bed head look rather endearing on his psychologist. Grabbing the water bottle on the side Green swallowed a few mouthfuls before sitting up fully. Red cocked his head to one side in a silent question which Green understood immediately.
"Not now Red."
Green muttered flinging an arm over his eyes. Red persisted and grunted.
"Red… Please."
Green was begging! Score! Yes! Level up times three! Sassy Boss defeated! Red did a mental celebratory dance and almost, ALMOST considered singing his jazzed up version of 'Happy Birthday'. He forwent all of that and sat in silence staring holes into Green's shoulder. Green twitched in annoyance.
"Go away and feed Pikachu or something… Seriously!"
Red snorted, Pikachu wouldn't need to be fed for the next hour or so. Pikachu was on a diet so it was okay. Green uncovered his eyes and looked at the silent man with an affectionate glance.
"Fine. I spy with my little eye… something beginning with 'W'."
"Window."
"Yup."
With that Green covered his eyes again with his arm and was silent. Pouting Red tapped the floorboards, wanting the game they played every morning as therapy to continue. After several heartbeats Green jerked upright and sent a playful glare at the scarlet eyed man.
"The things I do for you! Goodness me! I spy with my little eye something beginning with… 'C'."
Red smirked victoriously as he looked about for the object Green was 'spying', he loved it whenever Green buckled and gave in. It was so damn cute.
Red wriggled, hugging the pillow closely to him in excitement.
Today was going to be fabulous.
Red always found that whenever Green cooked it was incredibly hot. Metaphorically and literally. The tiny kitchen in their flat would heat up and permeate throughout turning the place into a furnace and everything you touched that was metal, burned. But the resulting food was heaven. Also literally mainly because Green would take off more clothes when turning up the heat in said kitchen. Shedding a jacket or undoing a couple of buttons on his shirt or loosening his tie and sometimes taking it off completely. One of the better times when they had been doing roast chicken Green had with much embarrassment asked them if they minded that he cooked dinner in a vest and shorts.
Gold hadn't given a flying rat's backside and just said whatever made him comfortable- mainly because the hawkeyed male was lounging about in his boxers- much to Silver's embarrassment- the redhead had been in a shirt and loose jeans. Red had tried not to agree with enthusiasm, Green could read the minute changes in his features with astounding ease. Red had been proud to know he had managed to pull it off and Green had changed much to his delight.
That roast chicken dinner had been very delicious.
Red hummed happily to himself.
Carefully stacking his Pokémon themed cards on the dining table Red began to make his card pyramid with care, Green and Gold were making something from Hoenn, tropical and spicy- Red liked spicy food and just hoped Gold as a joke wouldn't add too much chilli just to be a jerk. (Gold had done it as a prank and the others plus Red himself had been gulping water down for the next half hour as Gold laughed at their pain). It turned out that Gold was quite skilled with spices and knew how to work them, Green had learnt a lot from the stocky teen about the herbs and the like. Red looked over the table at Pikachu who was crouched low, his bottle brush ginger tail waving playfully. Red protected his half made card pyramid. Silver was sitting on the floor next to him his back resting up against the table leg, his hair tucked into a neat braid down his back; doing a Sudoku puzzle that Green had given him to help stimulate mental activity. (Gold though Sudoku was boring and had instead on his copy scribbled little penises everywhere- Silver had not been very amused at all.)
"Shit, what!? That doesn't… go there?"
Red looked down at Silver who was frowning darkly at his Sudoku puzzle, Red immediately saw the glaring mistake the redhead had made, Silver glanced up at him and then back at his puzzle and slowly he realised his mistake. Cursing again Silver rubbed out the misplaced 9 and slotted in the correct number, changing a few others as he did so, painstakingly slow. That was one of the main reasons Red disliked Sudoku as well- if you made a mistake too far into the game- you couldn't really undo it. Red quickly turned to swat at Pikachu lightly who had been attempting to stalk and destroy his beautiful card pyramid, he could smell dinner, it was aromatic and exotic, Red placed the final pair of cards up on top of his pyramid carefully. Pikachu was STILL lurking, trying to disrupt his task.
However his concentration was broken by Gold emerging from the kitchen sweaty immediately going to slouch on the sofa- Silver raising a delicate eyebrow at his appearance, Gold blew out a noisy breath, pushing the bangs that slanted over one of his eagle gold eyes out of his face and Green appeared moments later fanning at himself with a hand the other trying to peel away the sticky shirt from his skin.
"Dinner will be in half an hour, it needs to simmer. Hopefully the smoke alarm doesn't go off with all this heat…"
Green breathed out, still desperately trying to cool down. Silver passed him a magazine which the brunette took gratefully fanning himself, pulling out a chair at the dining table to sit down, Red turned back to his pyramid to find several cards had fallen. Mildly annoyed Red set them back up again, Pikachu was nowhere to be seen. Green then stood up abruptly.
"I can't deal with this."
Gold looked at him from his lazy sprawled position on the sofa his hawk like eyes hooded and lazy with satisfaction as the ceiling fan blew directly down on him.
"Dude, it's sweat, plus it's your own it'll dry."
Green wrinkled his nose.
"But I feel so disgusting."
"Okay then."
Gold shrugged reaching back above his head to grasp the edge of the piece of furniture, arching his back severely as he stretched, the cords and the muscle he possessed standing out in sharp relief, groaning peacefully as several joints popped. Red grinned as he heard Silver from the floor let out a tiny squeak. True to this Red glanced that the smaller teen, seeing that Silver had his eyes trained upon the tawny eyed male who was still stretching in a languid catlike fashion. Green merely huffed in response and went off with much purpose to go change his sweaty shirt. Red began to make another pyramid.
Pikachu was under the table batting at Silver's braid playfully, having abandoned the hope of demolishing his masters' pyramid of cards.
"Red!"
Red paused, unsure if he was being summoned or not, Green called out to him again a slight waver in his voice. Amused Red got up to find the psychologist; he entered their bedroom to see Green plastered against the opposite wall from where a fat gecko was sitting on the windowsill. Red sighed, Green really wasn't a nature person, he remembered the time when it was still just he and Green when they went into Viridian forest, Green had freaked out over everything, from the butterflies to the squirrels. But it was okay when Green had a minor meltdown when he had walked into a large spiders' web and the creature had landed on him, scuttling about- eventually Red had to kill it. The psychologist had not been a happy person for the rest of the day- sulking whenever Red teased him about it.
"Get... RID OF IT!"
"Why don't you do it?"
"You KNOW I hate… crawly things!"
Green whispered his shirt hanging halfway off his arms and shoulders- he had such cute freckles on his shoulders; he was so scared he hadn't even fully undressed yet. Red approached the gecko cautiously, knowing they could run very fast. Green shuddered as he got closer to the reptile. It shifted slightly, its beady little eyes black and shiny. Red reached out slowly and the gecko shuffled a little to the left. Green watched it, pale and worried. Red swore that if Green were the type of person to hyperventilate over such things, he would be doing so right now. Red tried again but the gecko moved suddenly like lightning streaking off and up the wall, Green jumped with a small cry of shock. Red scratched his head, wondering how he was going to do this.
"Red!"
"Shh."
Red put a finger to his lips and Green fell silent, he needed to think. He could open the window and herd the gecko out and then close it… Or he could catch it with his bare hands and do the same thing. But the problem was catching it and getting it to go where he wanted it to without spooking it. The gecko turned an antsy circle on the wall before scuttling further along, Green watching it fearfully the whole time.
"Red, it's coming closer!"
Red said nothing just giving his psychologist a 'look' from out the corner of his eyes, not turning his head, knowing the expression somewhat unnerved the verdant eyed male.
"Seriously look it's coming closer!"
"Red! Look!"
No it wasn't. Green was just being dramatic.
Red went over to Green and moved the handsome fear stricken man aside so he could stand where he could see the gecko better. It was near the Pikachu themed clock on the wall, it would be a total nuisance if it ran behind the clock. This was why he thought fears or having fears was silly. Red wasn't afraid of anything, of course he was afraid of incredibly dangerous things but silly little things like bugs and such when there really wasn't any need for it was unnecessary. Green was just scared of anything that moved that wasn't human and had more than four legs. Silver hated scary or horror films and Gold was apparently afraid of fire. The gecko skittered along the wall some more drawing a squeak from Green who was trying his best to keep quiet. Red decided he would just have to be quick when catching it; it couldn't be helped if he spooked the poor creature.
"It will move fast."
Red muttered at his psychologist moving to stand directly underneath the reptile, he waited for the gecko to turn itself round a bit before lunging for it. Red had not expected to catch it on his first try and true to this the tiny animal streaked off, now thoroughly frightened up near the ceiling. Green was looking up at it with horror.
"Can't you get it out of this room?! Anywhere but here is fine!"
Red send Green an appraising look.
"I'll try my best."
Red said as he found the feather duster Green kept under their bed for safekeeping. Now armed Red crept up on then unsuspecting gecko, however much to his annoyance it knew he was coming and ran haphazardly round the ceiling. Red waited for it to calm down and then approached ready to brush or coax the reptile onto the wall and out of the open bedroom door. Green stood next to the scarlet eyed male anxiously. Red waved the duster at the gecko which flinched away and turned its head this way and that. Red brushed at it again and to his immense surprise it dropped.
Stupid, silly thing.
Why of all the things it could've chosen to do, it chose to DROP!?
Green screamed.
Loudly.
And then literally jumped on Red, the gecko unable to deal with it all lost its tail, leaving it wriggling and flopping frantically about as it escaped the bedroom, Gold, Silver and Pikachu burst in… to see Green clinging to Red staring with revulsion down at the wriggling gecko tail which was at least five centimetres long, Pikachu leapt forwards to paw at the still jerking tail. Gold was laughing at their position and Silver was incredibly lost, his braid was coming loose from where the kitten had been batting at it.
"God guys, get a room! Oh wait you ARE in a room!"
Gold sniggered.
"What the hell?"
Silver began but Red shooed them away trying to pry Green's iron grip off of him, Gold sauntering out chortling with Silver still bemused tying his hair up properly again, Pikachu gave his master a snooty look, one that read 'I know something that you don't' sort of look before picking up the twitching gecko tail in his mouth and padding out of the bedroom his tail aloft and his little pointy ears pricking as the television was turned on amidst Gold's still rather audible chuckles.
"I thought I was going to be sick."
Green confessed shakily as he stared at the place where the tail had been previously, Red brushed a few stray sweat stiffened locks of hair out of the brunettes' face.
"It's gone now okay?"
Green nodded.
"Damn, I'm sorry Red… I just… you know. You know me and animals and nature and creepy crawlies and gross stuff like that. I just … I just hate those things, and they're so ugh I still feel ill you have no idea, the way it was still moving after! How is that possible?! Oh god oh god! I'm so sorry Red, really, I just don't handle those things very well and-"
He was cut off by a pale finger to his lips, Red was watching him his facial expression was interestingly enough unreadable to Green.
"Slow down."
Red murmured looking down at Green who stuttered to a halt- when he got scared he tended to ramble and speak rather fast, but as of now he was seemingly lost for words.
"I… I… Sorry!"
Green's voice had gone an octave higher as Red scrutinised him closely. Red loved these moments, they were so intimate. The closeness was so nice as well. Red blinked slowly and was content to just gaze at Green who was getting increasingly confused if not worried. Red quickly glanced back over his shoulder.
"Its fine, the gecko is gone now Green. It's okay."
Red knew that hopefully if he was reading this right by the way Green's lips were slightly parted and the way his pupils had dilated and the precious pink flush gracing his high cheekbones – Green was finding it hard to breathe. Red found the iron grip Green had held onto him with before had loosened and relaxed noticeably to a light hold on his shoulders. Red slowly brought a hand up to cup one side of Green's face gently. The handsome young man let out a stuttering breath- one that sounded very much like a person trying to calm themselves down after crying into hysterics. Red stroked his cheek gently with his thumb, marvelling at how his skin tone contrasted so nicely with the brunettes' – pale against light tan, Green leant slowly into the touch, as he shakily and nervously calmed down from his earlier initial fright. Still flighty every so often he would squeeze Red's shoulders as if to reassure himself that the scarlet eyed lanky male wasn't leaving any time soon. Secretly it amazed Red to no end that such a confident, patient and brilliant man such as Green would become so unhinged in the face of creepy crawlies and other things that skulked in darkness and/or filth.
"It's fine now. You don't have to worry about it anymore. I know you hate that stuff…"
Red whispered, they were so close now.
So close.
So close it wasn't hard for nearly anything to just... Happen.
Green had turned his head up, tilting upwards so that their noses were brushing against one another gently in a mock Eskimo kiss, fleeting and sweet as it was, the tips just touching every now and again as they breathed. Red lent in and nuzzled Green's nose gently with his own, the psychologist's dark lashes fluttering at the gesture his breathing more rapid. Red opened his mouth slightly.
He couldn't say it.
It was as if everything he had learnt in the speech therapy had just melted out of his brain. Mute and silent once more Red closed his eyes, waiting for something, something that most likely wouldn't happen. Green shivered and his hands resting on Red's lean shoulder's curled slightly. Red took the courage to open his eyes and felt a shard of heat slash inside him was he found Green's emerald gaze burning into his own blood red one.
"Green…"
He could say it. He hoped his voice wouldn't fail him now.
"I-"
Harsh loud screeching beeping invaded their senses, breaking up their connection brutally.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
On and on, over and over.
Holy motherfucking…
Fuck.
Interrupted they sprang apart as if burned, a hot powerful burn at that as well, an electrifying burn. Green shocked and with a prominent dark blush spread across his features scrabbled and pulled on his clean shirt to hurry out to shut off the kitchen smoke alarm which had gone off due to poor ventilation systems. When Red arrived on the scene after getting his head over and straight through what had just occurred, Gold was already in there with Silver fanning away smoke and trying to dismantle the stupid thing from the ceiling.
They didn't need the fire brigade storming the building like last time.
Red stood in the doorway of the kitchen, barring an excited Pikachu out lest he get stepped on as Green fussed over the stove and Gold lifting Silver by the waist to help him get the alarm out of the ceiling. He looked back over his shoulder at their bedroom and something sparked in his chest, it ached.
Badly.
Red rubbed at the aching area over his breastbone. He didn't understand; emotions and the like was Green's area of expertise. Red would handle the rest.
Yet it hurt so much.
He didn't know why it hurt so much, but it did and it bled like a wound scraped raw by one of Green's savage punches. He could feel whatever this was it was there to stay and Red whilst he had never been in tune much with his emotions was pretty sure he had a good idea what this was.
But… He coughed. These feelings made him feel like he was one of those soppy characters from one of Lyra, no Crystal… No wait. Lyra. Fine Lyra/Crystal's weird fanfiction or her romance novels that she so loved to read. However he had no other way to describe it, which was pretty much how he felt at the moment as unfortunate as it was.
Breathing was difficult now and Red felt rather lightheaded, floating even and it felt as if nothing really mattered anymore, except that Green understanding the message he so desperately wanted to give the young man.
Red took in a deep shuddering breath; Green wasn't paying any attention to him anymore as he tried to see what he could salvage of their dinner. The smoke from poor ventilation often ruined many of their dinners- as it made the food taste quite funny but it was still edible nonetheless. Pikachu sensing something about his master was off meowed in question looking up at Red with large brown eyes. Picking up his cat Red stroked the tiny kitten's head.
His heart beat in his chest a hundred miles a minute and showed no sign of stopping.
Stepping back reeling Red silently mouthed what he truly wanted to say over and over hoping the psychologist would get his message. Green who had glanced at the awkward man caught the last few lines, his verdant eyes widening in shock his mouth falling open in surprise. Red there and then declined dinner and retired early to bed with the excuse he wasn't feeling well, taking Pikachu with him, not trusting the kitten to sleep well in the smoke smelling kitchen for the night.
When Green got into bed much later that night Red shuddered as he felt the emerald eyed male touch him lightly on the back. Only Green could tell when he was truly asleep and when he was faking it.
"Red…"
He said nothing.
"Red?"
The raven haired man said nothing still.
"Red…?"
Red squeezed his eyes, shut he didn't want to do this but he was scared that if he turned to face Green now, his voice would fail him. Silence had never been so loud. He heard Green sigh, sadly. Red wanted to do nothing more than turn to him and say yes.
But somehow he couldn't.
He jerked in surprise as he felt the brunette psychologist nuzzle his ear; his lips gently brushing over the shell of his ear, Red knew he wasn't hearing things when he heard Green whisper:
"Me too."
By the time he had turned to look at the handsome green eyed man Green already had his back to him. Unable and with no sort of ability in conversation Red stared for a while at Green's back before mumbling more to himself than anything:
'I do as well.'
Little did he know Green had heard and both of them lay awake on their respective sides of the bead, adrenalin racing through their veins, coursing liquid fire and setting their hearts alight.
Never had spontaneous combustion felt so good.
Red smiled as he felt Green's hand slip in to find his.
He fell asleep quickly after that.
Today had been a very good day indeed.
Red decided this day was going on the very top of his favourite of the favourite day's list.
The day where he got Pikachu for the first time was his second.
But this one was beyond that.
He loved it when he had days like this.