Just a little something I wrote the other day. Randall and Mike. Suggestive Sulley/Randall shipping. AU.

The Morning After

Mike lowered his spoon and muttered, apparently to the bowl of porridge on the table in front of him;

"Would ya wipe that grin off your face, please…"

Him noticing the look on the other monster's face in the first place was nothing less than a miracle really, since he didn't even bother lifting his gaze. And it could be that he hadn't actually seen the smirk. Perhaps he just knew the lizard all too well.

"You're making me uncomfortable enough as it is, but things get ten times worse when you're looking at me like that..!"

"I don't know what you're talking about…"

The purple monster slid up on the chair on the opposite side of the table, his uneven teeth exposed in a grin which made it perfectly clear that he knew more than well why Mike seemed to be angry.

The little green monster still didn't bother looking up as the other one spoke again;

"Woah, seems like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today..?"

"At least I got up from my own bed…"

Mike was still talking to his porridge, so he didn't notice how the other one's smirk grew even wider. If he had noticed, he'd probably be pretty amazed, too - it was a grin far wider than anyone had ever seen on Randall.

"Don't go there, Boggs!"

Well aware of his desire to make another comment, Mike beat the lizard to it by leaving him a warning straight away; he did not want too many details from the previous night. In fact, he didn't want any details at all.

Nor did he want hints.
Or suggestions.
Or, God forbid, mental images.

Randall casually twirled his shirt between two fingers, still smiling to himself;

"Not mentioning it won't undo it, ya know..!"

"Sadly, no, but trying helps…"

Mike made it clear that their conversation was over by hiding behind the morning paper as he pushed his breakfast to the side, silently declaring that he was no longer hungry. How could he eat now. How could he eat ever again…

Randall chuckled; teasing Wazowski was fun at work. Teasing Wazowski at the breakfast table, while wearing his best friend's shirt, after spending the night with said best friend, was pure gold.

"We didn't keep ya awake, did we?"

Mike turned the page in his newspaper with an overly dramatic movement, in a pitiful attempt to convince Randall that he was ignoring him completely.

"I mean, it got kinda loud - were ya bothered?"

Despite knowing that Randall couldn't see his eye, the green monster stared intensively at a single paragraph in the paper, pretending to find it so interesting that studying it shut the rest of the world out.

"Come on, ya must have heard something; if nothing else, then at least that roar towards the e-"

"You're pushing it, lizard-boy!"
Mike snapped as he closed the paper a little too harshly, causing it to curl up and take the form of a soccer ball which hadn't been refilled with air for a bit too long;

"I've chosen to pretend it never happened, so just shut up about it forever and ever, will ya?"

He tossed the now oddly shaped newspaper halfway through the room, and as he met the other monster's gaze for the first time that morning and declared that he would consume the rest of his breakfast in his own bedroom, the purple one had to bite his lip in order to keep himself from bursting out with laughter.

Who knew the morning after could be this much fun.

He would definately spend more nights here.