A/N: The bee thing was, in my opinion, the worst part of the story. It really didn't have a place except to get rid of those two inspirations that pissed me off so bad. Like these ones are any better...(a small, traitorous part of Schiz's conscious cries out, shaking her fist, "Dammit, Star, why?!")
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Inspiration: The ice melting / A thunder storm / the words 'You've made it easy to love to hate you'
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"Tricking and Treating": Part Four and Final
Fulton's eyes went wide as Jesse kissed him, and he lay there on the floor, too shocked to do anything else but let it happen. After a moment, Jesse pulled back, trepidation warring with the pleasure in his gaze. Fulton closed his eyes and turned his head away.
"Fulton?" was softly, uncertainly asked; and Jesse's weight shifted atop him, then was gone. Again, persisting, "Fulton, look at me."
Fulton couldn't ignore the direct request, and did as Jesse asked, sitting up as well. Jesse was kneeling on the floor, head down and shoulders slumped, his entire posture suggesting deep shame. Fulton whispered, "What was that for?"
"I...I don't know..." Jesse whispered back. His voice trembled, "I wanted...I wanted to, I guess. I'm sorry."
"Was it just because I said to make me shut up?"
"N-no..." Jesse admitted hesitantly. His eyes were full of tears as he demanded tremulously, "You...you hate me, don't you?"
Fulton smiled. Mildly, he said once more, "You've made it easy to love to hate you." And then he took Jesse's hand and told him firmly, "But I don't."
With those words, Jesse's arms were around his neck and the other boy was crying noiselessly against his chest, murmuring between sobs, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." And Fulton merely held onto him, saying nothing. They stayed that way long after Jesse had stopped crying.
Jesse sighed deeply. "You /don't/ hate me?"
"Couldn't if I tried," Fulton reassured him. He couldn't resist, though, to add, "And don't think I haven't tried." A soft, warm laugh was his reward, and Jesse murmured,
"Is it okay if I..." he paused, "if I...kiss you again?"
A laugh from Fulton. "Okay."
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Fulton lay on his back, still on the floor, and cuddled with Jesse.
"Jesse, I think the ice is melting..."
"What?" Jesse asked, lifting his head from where it rested on Fulton's shoulder. Almost as if by a cue, a large drop of ice-cold water dripped from the edge of the coffee table onto Jesse's face. Fulton smirked.
"The ice is melting."
"So I noticed," Jesse muttered. The doorbell rang then, and Jesse yelled at the door, "Just a sec!" and to Fulton, "You pass out the candy, I'll take care of the ice."
"Yes, sir," Fulton quipped. He lifted himself from the floor and hobbled over to the end table with the bowl of candy. After growling unsociably and frightening the gaggle of children on his porch, Fulton shut the door and muttered, "Stupid ankle."
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"So, didja guys have fun?" Averman asked as the other trick-or-treating Ducks filed into Fulton's living room.
Fulton and Jesse smiled at each other. Jesse shrugged, "Yeah, we did."
Fulton's parents were still out--dinner at a fancy restaurant, Fulton had explained earlier to Jesse--and it was a good thing, too. Pillowcases and paper grocery sacks were dumped into piles, each guarded zealously by a kid as they all sifted through the spoils and began loudly negotiating trades.
"Hey," Karp piped up, "where did you guys get that candy?" He pointed to the piles between Jesse and Fulton.
Fulton laughed. "Jesse went out and beat up little kids for their candy."
"Jesse!" Charlie exclaimed, scandalized, "You didn't!"
Jesse had the presence of mind to look sheepish, even though he was smiling. Fulton nodded and insisted,
"He did. He even borrowed my hockey stick to hit them with."
Any sort of denial from Jesse or outburst of indignant anger from Charlie was cut off by a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder so close together they seemed to happen at the same time. There was a high, girlish shriek as the lights flickered out for a moment, and when they blazed back on, Guy could be seen hugging Connie very tightly, fear plain on his face.
"You scream like a girl," Peter laughed.
Guy scowled and said defensively, "At least I got a girlfriend, unlike /some/ short people I know," and kissed Connie on the cheek.
Adam spoke up. "We should call our parents and ask them to come pick us up."
From his spot at the front window--a place he'd taken since the flash of lightning--Terry replied, "No dice, Cake Eater. It's comin' down real hard out there."
"You can spend the night," Fulton offered, "We've got sleeping bags, and the couch turns into a bed."
A few phone calls later, and the Ducks agreed that this was the best plan of action.
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It was very late that night, or maybe early in the morning. Everyone else was fast asleep as Jesse inched his sleeping bag closer to Fulton. He reached out and gently touched the boy's calm, peaceful face. "Love you, Fulton," he breathed, and curled up beside him.
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END
A/N: If I get a good response from this fic, I may make a short Thanksgiving sequel, and a Christmas one...all written with the Queertet Pairing Generator in full effect. If I have to start making incoherent threats in German again, it's just not gonna be pretty.
Also, should I connect this to the "Spirals" universe? Meaning, do you want me to break them up pre-Goodwill Games, or keep this fanfic seperate?
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Inspiration: The ice melting / A thunder storm / the words 'You've made it easy to love to hate you'
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"Tricking and Treating": Part Four and Final
Fulton's eyes went wide as Jesse kissed him, and he lay there on the floor, too shocked to do anything else but let it happen. After a moment, Jesse pulled back, trepidation warring with the pleasure in his gaze. Fulton closed his eyes and turned his head away.
"Fulton?" was softly, uncertainly asked; and Jesse's weight shifted atop him, then was gone. Again, persisting, "Fulton, look at me."
Fulton couldn't ignore the direct request, and did as Jesse asked, sitting up as well. Jesse was kneeling on the floor, head down and shoulders slumped, his entire posture suggesting deep shame. Fulton whispered, "What was that for?"
"I...I don't know..." Jesse whispered back. His voice trembled, "I wanted...I wanted to, I guess. I'm sorry."
"Was it just because I said to make me shut up?"
"N-no..." Jesse admitted hesitantly. His eyes were full of tears as he demanded tremulously, "You...you hate me, don't you?"
Fulton smiled. Mildly, he said once more, "You've made it easy to love to hate you." And then he took Jesse's hand and told him firmly, "But I don't."
With those words, Jesse's arms were around his neck and the other boy was crying noiselessly against his chest, murmuring between sobs, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." And Fulton merely held onto him, saying nothing. They stayed that way long after Jesse had stopped crying.
Jesse sighed deeply. "You /don't/ hate me?"
"Couldn't if I tried," Fulton reassured him. He couldn't resist, though, to add, "And don't think I haven't tried." A soft, warm laugh was his reward, and Jesse murmured,
"Is it okay if I..." he paused, "if I...kiss you again?"
A laugh from Fulton. "Okay."
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Fulton lay on his back, still on the floor, and cuddled with Jesse.
"Jesse, I think the ice is melting..."
"What?" Jesse asked, lifting his head from where it rested on Fulton's shoulder. Almost as if by a cue, a large drop of ice-cold water dripped from the edge of the coffee table onto Jesse's face. Fulton smirked.
"The ice is melting."
"So I noticed," Jesse muttered. The doorbell rang then, and Jesse yelled at the door, "Just a sec!" and to Fulton, "You pass out the candy, I'll take care of the ice."
"Yes, sir," Fulton quipped. He lifted himself from the floor and hobbled over to the end table with the bowl of candy. After growling unsociably and frightening the gaggle of children on his porch, Fulton shut the door and muttered, "Stupid ankle."
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"So, didja guys have fun?" Averman asked as the other trick-or-treating Ducks filed into Fulton's living room.
Fulton and Jesse smiled at each other. Jesse shrugged, "Yeah, we did."
Fulton's parents were still out--dinner at a fancy restaurant, Fulton had explained earlier to Jesse--and it was a good thing, too. Pillowcases and paper grocery sacks were dumped into piles, each guarded zealously by a kid as they all sifted through the spoils and began loudly negotiating trades.
"Hey," Karp piped up, "where did you guys get that candy?" He pointed to the piles between Jesse and Fulton.
Fulton laughed. "Jesse went out and beat up little kids for their candy."
"Jesse!" Charlie exclaimed, scandalized, "You didn't!"
Jesse had the presence of mind to look sheepish, even though he was smiling. Fulton nodded and insisted,
"He did. He even borrowed my hockey stick to hit them with."
Any sort of denial from Jesse or outburst of indignant anger from Charlie was cut off by a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder so close together they seemed to happen at the same time. There was a high, girlish shriek as the lights flickered out for a moment, and when they blazed back on, Guy could be seen hugging Connie very tightly, fear plain on his face.
"You scream like a girl," Peter laughed.
Guy scowled and said defensively, "At least I got a girlfriend, unlike /some/ short people I know," and kissed Connie on the cheek.
Adam spoke up. "We should call our parents and ask them to come pick us up."
From his spot at the front window--a place he'd taken since the flash of lightning--Terry replied, "No dice, Cake Eater. It's comin' down real hard out there."
"You can spend the night," Fulton offered, "We've got sleeping bags, and the couch turns into a bed."
A few phone calls later, and the Ducks agreed that this was the best plan of action.
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It was very late that night, or maybe early in the morning. Everyone else was fast asleep as Jesse inched his sleeping bag closer to Fulton. He reached out and gently touched the boy's calm, peaceful face. "Love you, Fulton," he breathed, and curled up beside him.
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END
A/N: If I get a good response from this fic, I may make a short Thanksgiving sequel, and a Christmas one...all written with the Queertet Pairing Generator in full effect. If I have to start making incoherent threats in German again, it's just not gonna be pretty.
Also, should I connect this to the "Spirals" universe? Meaning, do you want me to break them up pre-Goodwill Games, or keep this fanfic seperate?