A/N: I'm trying to get this chapter done faster, because I always feel *really* bad leaving off for weeks, without updating... ^_^'
Chiru- Trust me, we are all very thankful that you didn't go through with that threat... ::grins nervously::
*Everyone* who left wonderful review-y goodness- ^_^ Thankyouthankyouthankyou!! ::bows:: I bow to your greatness!
And *finally* (yes, yes, more inane babbling...) this chapter will have minor Todd angst! And (remotely) minor hints of Todd/Kurt! And slightly less minor, slightly less hinty Lance/Pietro! ^_^ Yay.
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After The Applause Dies Down
by Wolfie
~*Can You Feel Me In Your Arms?*~
As soon as Todd stepped through the front door, a sense of uneasiness crept into him. It gave him a chill, yet... He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. The house was too... it was too...
Quiet.
"Fuck," He muttered, looking up the stairs and hoping that Lance hadn't lost his temper and actually *killed* Pietro. It had only been three days since Lance first took it upon himself to help the speedster on his way to recovery, but it seemed more like Lance's 'help' fell under the category of assisted suicide. Todd was actually rather surprised he *hadn't* killed Pietro yet- though they'd had a few close encounters. It certainly didn't help that the house literally shook every time Lance's temper began to rise. It was a miracle the downstairs ceiling hadn't caved in already and dumped Pietro and his bed out into the living room.
He dumped his backpack on the floor, as he did every day, then made his way slowly up the stairs, listening carefully for a sound. Any sound. Cautiously, he peeked into Pietro's room.
"You're on dumbass duty," Lance said immediately, getting to his feet and leaving as quickly as possible. Todd only blinked.
"O... kay, then..." He turned and watched Lance hurry down the stairs, then pause.
"I had to force-feed him some sleeping pills... But he'll probably be up soon," And then, the older boy was gone. Todd blinked again, then looked over at the slumbering mutant. With a slight sigh, he took Lance's place in the chair beside Pietro's bed, and waited. It was disturbing peaceful with Pietro sound asleep like that...
When Pietro woke- about twenty minutes later- he only glanced at Todd, moving to sit near the end of his bed, where he could pull his knees up to his chest without the rope bruising his ankles. Todd tilted his head, expecting the speed demon to start babbling at any moment. And when he didn't, the younger teen got worried.
"You okay, yo?" Pietro merely shrugged- and barely one, at that, arms wrapped tightly around his legs, nose buried between his knees. A long moment passed before Todd spoke again, "You're kinda startin' to scare me, here..."
"Sorry," Came the muffled reply. Todd could only stare.
"Alright. Who are you, and what'd you do with Pietro?" The older teen shrugged once more, and the other began to chew on his lower lip, "That all? You're not gonna go off, complainin' about how unfair this all is? Or how Lance is a total asshole for doin' it? Nothin'?" Another shrug from Pietro. Todd could've screamed. Luckily, Fred chose that moment to interrupt.
"Either of you hungry? We're gonna order some pizzas..." Todd shook his head, and a muffled 'no' came from the speedster's direction. Fred stared, "Hey, you alright, man?" Pietro sighed and closed his eyes.
"Why does everyone keep asking me that? I'm fine," But even as he said it, his voice was shaking, hoarse, unfallen tears gathering under his eyelashes.
"Well, you ain't actin' like yourself," Sapphire eyes opened again, and Todd could barely repress a shiver. Staring right at him, Pietro's eyes were empty... Dull. Almost... dead.
"That's the thing..." The white haired mutant replied quietly, nearly a whisper, "I *am* acting like myself... Sorry to disappoint you," Sarcasm laced itself into his last words, sounding bitter, and yet blank at the same time. Silence settled in. Fred slowly turned and left. Pietro closed his eyes again, tiredly. And Todd looked away, gaze focused out the window.
"Y'know..." The youngest boy started after what seemed life hours, "It ain't like the rest of us don't know how shitty life is... I mean... Well, if somethin's pissin' you off more than normal..." He trailed off, unable to find the right words.
"What? I can talk to you?" Pietro asked, finishing Todd's thought for him. He scoffed, "You wouldn't understand."
"I wouldn't understand..." Todd gave a slight, humourless laugh, "I hate it when people tell me that. I get more than you think..." Abruptly, he stood, and resituated himself on the bed, sitting across from Pietro. The older boy opened his eyes once more, only to stare disinterestedly, "An'... even if I didn't... *This*, I know shit about."
"Yeah?" The tone of Pietro's voice was as dull and disinterested as his eyes, and Todd gave a small sigh before pushing the sleeve of his own shirt up. Pietro seemed frozen for an instant, then he slowly uncurled himself, reaching out to run his fingertips lightly over Todd's forearm, marveling at the long, white scars he found there.
"Yeah," Todd finally said, wincing slightly at Pietro's touch. He'd never shown anyone before. Never intentionally, anyway.
"You... When? *Why*?" Todd pulled his arm back, pushed his sleeve down, and regarded the speed demon thoughtfully for a moment.
"I'll tell you why... when you tell me why..." Pietro looked like he was about to be upset, but then he nodded.
"Deal," And he left it at that. Todd knew that- eventually- Pietro's curiousity would get the best of him, and he'd give in. But at the same time, he understood that maybe... Pietro wasn't quite ready to tell. Not just yet. And Todd really didn't blame him for that,
"So..." Pietro started, some time later, "How was school? Did I miss anything good?"
"Hm..." The younger boy looked thoughtful for a moment, then shook his head, "Nah. Nothin'. As usual. It's Bayville, y'know?" Pietro nodded.
"Yeah... Did we at least do something cool in Auto Shop?" Todd sighed, then shook his head again.
"Had a sub. Besides, it's borin' as hell without you there. And I wound up stuck with Kurt the entire class period! He's even more of a pain in the ass when you're gone," A smirk made it's way onto Pietro's face at the mention of that particular mutant. It never failed- every day in Auto Shop, Todd and Kurt would end up getting in *some* sort of fight, or argument. Sometimes, they sounded like an old married couple, going back and forth about the most trite things. It was enough, at least, to make Pietro snicker.
"Yeah, a pain in the ass- I'm sure..." Todd blinked.
"What?"
"Nothing? Did I say something? I was just agreeing with you. You're too paranoid," For a moment, Todd only stared, and then he frowned.
"No no no. I *know* you meant somethin' by that. What the hell are you talkin' about?" Pietro's smirk widened into a grin.
"I do not know what you mean," The speedster stated, "I was just *agreeing* with the fact that Fuzz Boy is a pain in your ass. Unless... there's something *I* don't know..." He leaned forward a bit, looking Todd directly in the eyes, "What? You two having, like... a secret love affair, or something? 'Midnight rendevous' and all that?" Immediately, Todd's cheeks reddened and he jerked away from the older mutant, scowling indignantly.
"That's nasty! He's-he's an X-Geek! An' he's blue! An' fuzzy!" Pietro laughed, then fell suddenly- *frighteningly*- serious.
"So... you don't care that he's a guy?" He asked, a hint of teasing in his voice. Todd's blush darkened, if that was even possible.
"I was gettin' to that, yo!" Pietro was laughing again. In the back of his mind, Todd was happy to see a real smile on the speedy teenager's face. But his current thoughts were more geared toward saving what was left of his dignity.
"Nope. Too slow. You like guys. Ahh! Oh my God! This is great! Wait till I tell Lance! He'll laugh his ass off!"
"You can't tell Lance!" The brown haired boy frowned, "An' I don't like guys! Especially not Kurt!"
"Oh, please, Toad. You *can't* deny it. You turned about seven different shades of red when I asked! But..." Something in Pietro's smile changed. Something almost undetectable, "If you don't want me to... I won't tell Lance..."
"Uh... Thanks, I... think..." That was... almost too easy. It made him nervous. And then that same, maniacal grin returned, and Todd squeaked slightly.
"On one condition!" The younger teen sighed. He knew there'd be a catch... "I get to hook you and Blue Boy up as soon as Lance lets me go back to school. I need some amusement, you know. You wouldn't want to deny me that, would you?" Todd was scowling once more.
"No," He said, sounding sarcastic, "Not at all," And again, Pietro broke into a fit of laughter.
~*~
"I never knew Todd was so funny."
Pietro looked up, blinked, and then said a less than eloquant, "Huh?" Lance rolled his eyes.
"You were laughing like a lunatic about *something* this afternoon," The younger mutant noded.
"Oh... Yeah, it was... Um... I can't really tell. It's a secret. I promised," Lance raised an eyebrow and regarded Pietro with a slightly confused look in his dark brown gaze, then shrugged.
"Whatever," His eyes fell back down to the magazine he'd been reading, but Pietro still stared. The speedster was stretched out on his side, one arm tucked under his pillow, his blankets pulled up over his shoulder, despite the warm weather. Lance didn't completely understand it, but it seemed like Pietro was always cold, no matter what the temperature.
"Hey... Lance?" The older teen didn't look away from his magazine.
"Hm?"
"Why do you care?" A pause... and then Lance sighed. His gaze shifted to Pietro again, eyes tired.
"You're on that again? That's the third time you've asked," Pietro nodded.
"You never gave me an answer..."
"I asked what difference it made."
"That's not an answer," The snowy haired boy frowned slightly, "Why won't you tell me, then?"
"I-" Lance paused, mouth open, "I just... Jesus, Pietro! What *difference* does it make? I mean- I care, alright? Why do you have to know *why*?" Pietro seemed to shrink at Lance's outburst. He knew the older teen was frustrated. He knew it was his fault. But...
"I'm sorry..." He curled in on himself as best he could, hiding his face from Lance's eyes. For some reason, Lance could so easily break past his defenses. Reasons he didn't want to think about too hard, just in case he realized what they were.
"Me too."
"For what?" Pietro closed his eyes, cursing himself for the tremor that came out in his voice.
"I made you cry. Again. I didn't mean to... I mean... I..." Weakly, the speed demon shook his head.
"Don't. It's not your fault... I can't help it," There was silence for a long while, and then Lance stood up.
"Scoot," He said, nudging Pietro lightly on the shoulder. The younger boy looked up, confused.
"What?"
"Scoot over. I'm not sleeping in that chair. It's uncomfortable," Another moment of silence passed, and then Pietro smiled, just barely, and moved to let Lance slip into the bed with him. He sighed as the mattress shifted, and the warmth of Lance's body brushed up against him- wordlessly snuggling into that warmth. Lance's arm laid itself over his hip, fingertips lightly dancing over his back. The peacefulness and comfort of the moment gave Pietro a slight chill- the thought of just *why* he felt so much better being there, in Lance's arms, even if it was only a loose embrace, scaring him more than he even would've liked to admit.
"Thanks..." He whispered, closing his eyes contentedly. He felt Lance nod, and smiled a bit more.
"You gotta learn to ignore me when I start being an ass... It's just... I'm not sure why I care... alright? But... when I figure it out, I'll tell you. Alright?" Pietro made a soft sound of agreement, snuggling a bit closer and breathing in the scent of Lance's shirt. He was vaguely telling himself to stop enjoying the moment so much... but he never really listened to himself, anyway.
Lance's arm moved from his hip, his hand coming up to gently stroke Pietro's messy, snowy white hair back, out of his face, the motion repetative and soothing. He closed his eyes, letting the somewhat odd feeling of Pietro's slender body tucked so neatly against his own wash over him. It gave him hope, if only a little. That maybe... Pietro wasn't doing so bad. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard. Maybe he *could* help... somehow.
But, the younger mutant pulled away from the warmth- though, a bit reluctantly- and leaned back to give the other a thoughtful look. Lance blinked, confused, and opened his mouth to say something, but simply couldn't find the words. There was something odd gleaming in those ocean coloured eyes, something dark, and mischeivous, yet... sad. How the speed demon managed that, Lance wasn't sure he'd ever figure out. Pietro seemed to be searching his face. For what? An emotion? A thought? A reason? That made sense. Pietro needed a reason for *everything*.
In a single, swift motion- before Lance had time to react, or even register the movement- Pietro leaned back in and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to Lance's lips, so brief, the older boy almost wasn't sure it had even happened. And then, the head of snowy hair was tucked under his chin again, and Pietro uttered a very quiet "G'night"
Lance blinked. Once... twice... three times. What had just happened? He couldn't quite put the sequence of events together. Pietro had... kissed him? But... that didn't seem to make any sense.
"Pietro?" He asked, after a moment, unvoiced question lingering in the air.
"Good*night*, Lance."
And that... was that.
~TBC~
^_^' Kisses! ::waves a 'yay kisses!' flag:: And- Todd/Kurt-ness! ^_^ Yay. Very sorry for that... abrupt ending. The chapter was just... running long. Review now and I'll have the *next* chapter out real soon, 'kay? Please? Pretty please? With a cherry and a naked Pietro on top?! ::grins::
Chiru- Trust me, we are all very thankful that you didn't go through with that threat... ::grins nervously::
*Everyone* who left wonderful review-y goodness- ^_^ Thankyouthankyouthankyou!! ::bows:: I bow to your greatness!
And *finally* (yes, yes, more inane babbling...) this chapter will have minor Todd angst! And (remotely) minor hints of Todd/Kurt! And slightly less minor, slightly less hinty Lance/Pietro! ^_^ Yay.
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After The Applause Dies Down
by Wolfie
~*Can You Feel Me In Your Arms?*~
As soon as Todd stepped through the front door, a sense of uneasiness crept into him. It gave him a chill, yet... He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. The house was too... it was too...
Quiet.
"Fuck," He muttered, looking up the stairs and hoping that Lance hadn't lost his temper and actually *killed* Pietro. It had only been three days since Lance first took it upon himself to help the speedster on his way to recovery, but it seemed more like Lance's 'help' fell under the category of assisted suicide. Todd was actually rather surprised he *hadn't* killed Pietro yet- though they'd had a few close encounters. It certainly didn't help that the house literally shook every time Lance's temper began to rise. It was a miracle the downstairs ceiling hadn't caved in already and dumped Pietro and his bed out into the living room.
He dumped his backpack on the floor, as he did every day, then made his way slowly up the stairs, listening carefully for a sound. Any sound. Cautiously, he peeked into Pietro's room.
"You're on dumbass duty," Lance said immediately, getting to his feet and leaving as quickly as possible. Todd only blinked.
"O... kay, then..." He turned and watched Lance hurry down the stairs, then pause.
"I had to force-feed him some sleeping pills... But he'll probably be up soon," And then, the older boy was gone. Todd blinked again, then looked over at the slumbering mutant. With a slight sigh, he took Lance's place in the chair beside Pietro's bed, and waited. It was disturbing peaceful with Pietro sound asleep like that...
When Pietro woke- about twenty minutes later- he only glanced at Todd, moving to sit near the end of his bed, where he could pull his knees up to his chest without the rope bruising his ankles. Todd tilted his head, expecting the speed demon to start babbling at any moment. And when he didn't, the younger teen got worried.
"You okay, yo?" Pietro merely shrugged- and barely one, at that, arms wrapped tightly around his legs, nose buried between his knees. A long moment passed before Todd spoke again, "You're kinda startin' to scare me, here..."
"Sorry," Came the muffled reply. Todd could only stare.
"Alright. Who are you, and what'd you do with Pietro?" The older teen shrugged once more, and the other began to chew on his lower lip, "That all? You're not gonna go off, complainin' about how unfair this all is? Or how Lance is a total asshole for doin' it? Nothin'?" Another shrug from Pietro. Todd could've screamed. Luckily, Fred chose that moment to interrupt.
"Either of you hungry? We're gonna order some pizzas..." Todd shook his head, and a muffled 'no' came from the speedster's direction. Fred stared, "Hey, you alright, man?" Pietro sighed and closed his eyes.
"Why does everyone keep asking me that? I'm fine," But even as he said it, his voice was shaking, hoarse, unfallen tears gathering under his eyelashes.
"Well, you ain't actin' like yourself," Sapphire eyes opened again, and Todd could barely repress a shiver. Staring right at him, Pietro's eyes were empty... Dull. Almost... dead.
"That's the thing..." The white haired mutant replied quietly, nearly a whisper, "I *am* acting like myself... Sorry to disappoint you," Sarcasm laced itself into his last words, sounding bitter, and yet blank at the same time. Silence settled in. Fred slowly turned and left. Pietro closed his eyes again, tiredly. And Todd looked away, gaze focused out the window.
"Y'know..." The youngest boy started after what seemed life hours, "It ain't like the rest of us don't know how shitty life is... I mean... Well, if somethin's pissin' you off more than normal..." He trailed off, unable to find the right words.
"What? I can talk to you?" Pietro asked, finishing Todd's thought for him. He scoffed, "You wouldn't understand."
"I wouldn't understand..." Todd gave a slight, humourless laugh, "I hate it when people tell me that. I get more than you think..." Abruptly, he stood, and resituated himself on the bed, sitting across from Pietro. The older boy opened his eyes once more, only to stare disinterestedly, "An'... even if I didn't... *This*, I know shit about."
"Yeah?" The tone of Pietro's voice was as dull and disinterested as his eyes, and Todd gave a small sigh before pushing the sleeve of his own shirt up. Pietro seemed frozen for an instant, then he slowly uncurled himself, reaching out to run his fingertips lightly over Todd's forearm, marveling at the long, white scars he found there.
"Yeah," Todd finally said, wincing slightly at Pietro's touch. He'd never shown anyone before. Never intentionally, anyway.
"You... When? *Why*?" Todd pulled his arm back, pushed his sleeve down, and regarded the speed demon thoughtfully for a moment.
"I'll tell you why... when you tell me why..." Pietro looked like he was about to be upset, but then he nodded.
"Deal," And he left it at that. Todd knew that- eventually- Pietro's curiousity would get the best of him, and he'd give in. But at the same time, he understood that maybe... Pietro wasn't quite ready to tell. Not just yet. And Todd really didn't blame him for that,
"So..." Pietro started, some time later, "How was school? Did I miss anything good?"
"Hm..." The younger boy looked thoughtful for a moment, then shook his head, "Nah. Nothin'. As usual. It's Bayville, y'know?" Pietro nodded.
"Yeah... Did we at least do something cool in Auto Shop?" Todd sighed, then shook his head again.
"Had a sub. Besides, it's borin' as hell without you there. And I wound up stuck with Kurt the entire class period! He's even more of a pain in the ass when you're gone," A smirk made it's way onto Pietro's face at the mention of that particular mutant. It never failed- every day in Auto Shop, Todd and Kurt would end up getting in *some* sort of fight, or argument. Sometimes, they sounded like an old married couple, going back and forth about the most trite things. It was enough, at least, to make Pietro snicker.
"Yeah, a pain in the ass- I'm sure..." Todd blinked.
"What?"
"Nothing? Did I say something? I was just agreeing with you. You're too paranoid," For a moment, Todd only stared, and then he frowned.
"No no no. I *know* you meant somethin' by that. What the hell are you talkin' about?" Pietro's smirk widened into a grin.
"I do not know what you mean," The speedster stated, "I was just *agreeing* with the fact that Fuzz Boy is a pain in your ass. Unless... there's something *I* don't know..." He leaned forward a bit, looking Todd directly in the eyes, "What? You two having, like... a secret love affair, or something? 'Midnight rendevous' and all that?" Immediately, Todd's cheeks reddened and he jerked away from the older mutant, scowling indignantly.
"That's nasty! He's-he's an X-Geek! An' he's blue! An' fuzzy!" Pietro laughed, then fell suddenly- *frighteningly*- serious.
"So... you don't care that he's a guy?" He asked, a hint of teasing in his voice. Todd's blush darkened, if that was even possible.
"I was gettin' to that, yo!" Pietro was laughing again. In the back of his mind, Todd was happy to see a real smile on the speedy teenager's face. But his current thoughts were more geared toward saving what was left of his dignity.
"Nope. Too slow. You like guys. Ahh! Oh my God! This is great! Wait till I tell Lance! He'll laugh his ass off!"
"You can't tell Lance!" The brown haired boy frowned, "An' I don't like guys! Especially not Kurt!"
"Oh, please, Toad. You *can't* deny it. You turned about seven different shades of red when I asked! But..." Something in Pietro's smile changed. Something almost undetectable, "If you don't want me to... I won't tell Lance..."
"Uh... Thanks, I... think..." That was... almost too easy. It made him nervous. And then that same, maniacal grin returned, and Todd squeaked slightly.
"On one condition!" The younger teen sighed. He knew there'd be a catch... "I get to hook you and Blue Boy up as soon as Lance lets me go back to school. I need some amusement, you know. You wouldn't want to deny me that, would you?" Todd was scowling once more.
"No," He said, sounding sarcastic, "Not at all," And again, Pietro broke into a fit of laughter.
~*~
"I never knew Todd was so funny."
Pietro looked up, blinked, and then said a less than eloquant, "Huh?" Lance rolled his eyes.
"You were laughing like a lunatic about *something* this afternoon," The younger mutant noded.
"Oh... Yeah, it was... Um... I can't really tell. It's a secret. I promised," Lance raised an eyebrow and regarded Pietro with a slightly confused look in his dark brown gaze, then shrugged.
"Whatever," His eyes fell back down to the magazine he'd been reading, but Pietro still stared. The speedster was stretched out on his side, one arm tucked under his pillow, his blankets pulled up over his shoulder, despite the warm weather. Lance didn't completely understand it, but it seemed like Pietro was always cold, no matter what the temperature.
"Hey... Lance?" The older teen didn't look away from his magazine.
"Hm?"
"Why do you care?" A pause... and then Lance sighed. His gaze shifted to Pietro again, eyes tired.
"You're on that again? That's the third time you've asked," Pietro nodded.
"You never gave me an answer..."
"I asked what difference it made."
"That's not an answer," The snowy haired boy frowned slightly, "Why won't you tell me, then?"
"I-" Lance paused, mouth open, "I just... Jesus, Pietro! What *difference* does it make? I mean- I care, alright? Why do you have to know *why*?" Pietro seemed to shrink at Lance's outburst. He knew the older teen was frustrated. He knew it was his fault. But...
"I'm sorry..." He curled in on himself as best he could, hiding his face from Lance's eyes. For some reason, Lance could so easily break past his defenses. Reasons he didn't want to think about too hard, just in case he realized what they were.
"Me too."
"For what?" Pietro closed his eyes, cursing himself for the tremor that came out in his voice.
"I made you cry. Again. I didn't mean to... I mean... I..." Weakly, the speed demon shook his head.
"Don't. It's not your fault... I can't help it," There was silence for a long while, and then Lance stood up.
"Scoot," He said, nudging Pietro lightly on the shoulder. The younger boy looked up, confused.
"What?"
"Scoot over. I'm not sleeping in that chair. It's uncomfortable," Another moment of silence passed, and then Pietro smiled, just barely, and moved to let Lance slip into the bed with him. He sighed as the mattress shifted, and the warmth of Lance's body brushed up against him- wordlessly snuggling into that warmth. Lance's arm laid itself over his hip, fingertips lightly dancing over his back. The peacefulness and comfort of the moment gave Pietro a slight chill- the thought of just *why* he felt so much better being there, in Lance's arms, even if it was only a loose embrace, scaring him more than he even would've liked to admit.
"Thanks..." He whispered, closing his eyes contentedly. He felt Lance nod, and smiled a bit more.
"You gotta learn to ignore me when I start being an ass... It's just... I'm not sure why I care... alright? But... when I figure it out, I'll tell you. Alright?" Pietro made a soft sound of agreement, snuggling a bit closer and breathing in the scent of Lance's shirt. He was vaguely telling himself to stop enjoying the moment so much... but he never really listened to himself, anyway.
Lance's arm moved from his hip, his hand coming up to gently stroke Pietro's messy, snowy white hair back, out of his face, the motion repetative and soothing. He closed his eyes, letting the somewhat odd feeling of Pietro's slender body tucked so neatly against his own wash over him. It gave him hope, if only a little. That maybe... Pietro wasn't doing so bad. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard. Maybe he *could* help... somehow.
But, the younger mutant pulled away from the warmth- though, a bit reluctantly- and leaned back to give the other a thoughtful look. Lance blinked, confused, and opened his mouth to say something, but simply couldn't find the words. There was something odd gleaming in those ocean coloured eyes, something dark, and mischeivous, yet... sad. How the speed demon managed that, Lance wasn't sure he'd ever figure out. Pietro seemed to be searching his face. For what? An emotion? A thought? A reason? That made sense. Pietro needed a reason for *everything*.
In a single, swift motion- before Lance had time to react, or even register the movement- Pietro leaned back in and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to Lance's lips, so brief, the older boy almost wasn't sure it had even happened. And then, the head of snowy hair was tucked under his chin again, and Pietro uttered a very quiet "G'night"
Lance blinked. Once... twice... three times. What had just happened? He couldn't quite put the sequence of events together. Pietro had... kissed him? But... that didn't seem to make any sense.
"Pietro?" He asked, after a moment, unvoiced question lingering in the air.
"Good*night*, Lance."
And that... was that.
~TBC~
^_^' Kisses! ::waves a 'yay kisses!' flag:: And- Todd/Kurt-ness! ^_^ Yay. Very sorry for that... abrupt ending. The chapter was just... running long. Review now and I'll have the *next* chapter out real soon, 'kay? Please? Pretty please? With a cherry and a naked Pietro on top?! ::grins::