My Funny Friend and Me
by Roaming Tigress

Chapter Ten:
Together Again






Bushroot curled up on Steelbeak's bed, anxiously awaiting for his return. He perked up at every sound from the hospital complex, hoping that it was his beau coming back. He disheartedly walked over to the window and watched the traffic of pedestrians and vehicles down below. Any day now, buddy. Darkwing told me you were getting better each day. I hope he's right.

The sound of the door opening and footsteps sent Bushroot scurrying for cover. Fearing it was Javert seeking revenge, he hid under the bed and dared not to peer out. He trembled and gulped, half-expecting the spy to lift up the bed up and shoot him just as he did with Steelbeak. A familiar smell of cologne nearly coaxed him out. English Feather! He's back! No . . . I gotta stay in hiding. Lots of upper-class villains use that cologne. Not just handsome Chief Agents . . .

Steelbeak stepped into the apartment with a sort of strutting waltz. He pulled off his white jacket, placed it on the coat hanger and flopped down on the couch. Ahhhh . . . It sure feels good ta be back! I gotta find Reggie and show 'im 'ow much better I am now.

Bushroot regained his courage and snuck out of the bedroom. He suavely leaned up against the couch and imitated Steelbeak's voice, hoping to startle him.

"How's it goin', babelicious?"

Ahh . . . Dere's my little green sweetie.

"Heyyyy Reggie . . ." Steelbeak trilled, wonderfully surprised and amused by his friend's sudden presence. "Lemme tell ya, I feel SUPOIB! De doctors said dat once I get de stitches out, I'll be back ta my ol' self soon enough. De boys at F.O.W.L gave me a extra two weeks time off fer full recovery!"

"How terrific!" Bushroot exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Steelbeak's neck in a friendly, 'welcome back' embrace.

"So, did ya flirt with any cute nurses?"

"A few," Steelbeak winked, positioning his body so that Bushroot can "accidentally" slip his hand down the collar of his shirt. "Durin' my absence, did yer heart grow fonder?"

"Ooooh maybe . . . " Bushroot replied shyly while fondling the rooster's chest, taking caution not to touch the surgical area. "I hope you aren't too mad at me for staying in here while you were gone. I - - I just didn't want anyone to break into the apartment an' steal stuff!"

"No need ta fib, Bushroot. I know why youse was 'ere fer, but hey, no worries! No damage was done, and now even 'Igh Command can't keep us separated," Steelbeak groaned contentedly, sprawling out and appearing less comfortable than he actually was. "Yeah, some of dose nurses were really cute, and dey took great care of me, but I got my real cutie patootie right 'ere!"

"You think too highly of me," Bushroot said meekly, his cheeks reddening. "Really, I'm just a cowardly, wispy little guy who talks to plants."

"Yer soitenly more den dat to me!" Steelbeak asserted, slowly stripping off his red silk shirt. Taking a deep breath, he calmed down to his usual calm demeanor. "Youse shouldn't be concerned about what ot'er people 'ave to say about you. I learned dat years ago. I wouldn't want youse any ot'er way."

"If you say so . . . " Bushroot looked away timidly, blushing even more. Slowly, his curiosity overcame shyness. He turned around and looked down at Steelbeak, cringing at the sight of the stitches and looked away again. Man, that's gotta be painful.

Damn! He looked away. Oh well, so much fer dat. Steelbeak still had a few tricks up his sleeve to get Bushroot's attention. "My body isn't dat 'orrible, is it? I must admit, I've been putting on more weight recently, and dese stitches kinda makes me look like Frankenstein or somet'ing. "

"Oh, no, Steelbeak!" Bushroot laughed, still looking away. "You look fine! It's just that - -"

"Jes' what?" Steelbeak asked, folding his arms behind his head. "Whatever ya gotta say, ya can tell ol' Steelbeak 'bout it!"

Bushroot finally turned around to look at Steelbeak again. This time that long, stitched up gash didn't appear to be as bad as it was before. He focused his eyes on his barrel chest and found himself needing to practically pick his jaw up from the ground. Wow, with a body like that, I expected him to have a six-pack paunch. His feet are a bit silly looking, but oh well . . . He's still gorgeous.

"I'd kill to have a body like that!" Bushroot blurted out, instantly becoming embarrassed at what he had just said. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that!"

No, babe, I'm GLAD youse said it!

"Hey, Hakuna Matata!" Steelbeak laughed. He had found Bushroot's shyness and ease of embarrassment to be quite charming. "Trust me babe, yer a brave guy to walk around naked. As bold as I may be, I'm actually kinda modest when it comes ta showin' my body off. It's de legs, really. Dey make me look like a potato on toothpicks. Really outta proportion."

"Well I like them!" Bushroot said matter-of-factly while focusing his eyes on the rooster's thin, delicate legs that somehow were able to support his full weight. "Really, they look fine to me!"

"If yas say so," Steelbeak shrugged indifferently. "I personally t'ink de best part of my body are my shoulders. De babes like my chest de best, t'ough."

"I think they're fine!" Bushroot said in a sultry tone as he slipped a hand down Steelbeak's inner right thigh. "VERY fine! Just like the rest of you . . . "

Steelbeak grinned mischievously, subtly letting Bushroot know that he was getting turned on by the caressing. "Youse 'ave yet ta see de rest of me . . . "


Disclaimer:
Darkwing Duck, Bushroot, High Command, Negaduck, Fearsome Five and Steelbeak are © Disney. "Javert" is © Roaming Tigress.