Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks.
Summary: I know this has been done a million times, but I got inspired by the RPG I'm a part of (edenhall on LJ) and decided to write my take on the Bash Brothers' relationship. It's my first Mighty Ducks fic, so please let me know what you think (even if you think it sucks)!After the movie, Ken stood up and stretched, yawning. "Well, as much fun as this has been, I actually have homework to do, so I think I'll be getting back to my room now." He said, turning to Fulton and Portman, who were still laid on Portman's bed.
"Shh!" Fulton hissed, pressing a finger to his lips then pointing at Portman, who was now fast asleep. Carefully extracting himself from the vice-like grip that Portman had him in, Fulton stood up. Portman whimpered a little from the sudden loss of warmth and turned over without waking up. Ken stifled a laugh.
"I never thought I'd hear Dean Portman whimper!" he said, covering his mouth.
Fulton grinned and looked down at his sleeping boyfriend. "He's always like that if you move him when he's sleeping. I found that out a while ago. He fell asleep on my science book once and I had to move him to get it because I had a big test coming up. He whimpered and whined like a baby." He said, chuckling.
Ken snorted with laughter and attempted to cover it up with a cough. "Interesting. I have ammunition for blackmail now." He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at Fulton.
Fulton's eyes grew wide. "You can't tell him I told you!" he exclaimed.
Ken laughed. "Don't worry, I won't. But just remember, I have something on you both now and I'm not afraid to use it if necessary."
Fulton's mouth was gaping slightly. "You wouldn't."
"Oh, I would, trust me," Ken smirked, "but you're both safe for now because you haven't done anything to cause me to blackmail you. Yet." He said as he slipped his feet back into his sneakers.
"I'll remember that in the future then." Fulton chuckled, slightly relieved.
"Good idea." Ken said, grinning as he stood up. "Well, I guess I'd better go. I'll see you and Sleeping Beauty tomorrow." He turned to leave the room.
"Hey Ken?" Fulton said before Ken could get any further.
"Yeah?" Ken asked, turning back to face his friend.
"Thank you. For understanding and not judging, I mean." Fulton said gratefully.
Ken smiled. "Hey, you're my best friends. If being together is what makes you happy, then I'm happy and I'd offer to kick anyone's ass who gives you a hard time over this, but, well, I think you're quite capable of doing that yourselves." He grinned.
A second later, Ken found that he couldn't breathe. Fulton had grabbed him in a huge bear hug and the smaller boy found himself face to face with Fulton's chest. Turning his head, he managed to choke out "Fulton! I can't breathe!"
"Oh, sorry man! Fulton said apologetically, releasing Ken from his grip. "Are you okay?"
"I dunno who it was that described you as a gentle giant, but they were dead wrong!" Ken grumbled as he got his breath back, but he was grinning at Fulton.
Fulton chuckled and punched Ken lightly on the shoulder. Ken laughed and picked his coat up off the floor. "I gotta go before Sleeping Beauty wakes up and pounds me into the ground for causing a disturbance. Then there would be no more Little Bash Brother and that would be tragic!" he said, heading towards the door.
"Of course it would." Fulton agreed with a smile. "Thanks man." He added as Ken opened the door.
He turned and smiled at Fulton. "Don't mention it. I'll always be here for you guys to talk to." And, with that, Ken left the room and headed back to his own room, where he hoped Luis would be asleep.
After watching Portman sleep for a few minutes, Fulton stripped to his underwear and climbed into bed next to him. Immediately, Portman rolled over to face him, opening his eyes. "Hi."
Fulton chuckled. "Hi." He replied, kissing Portman's nose.
Portman scrunched his nose up a little at the kiss, which made Fulton chuckle again. "Has Kenny gone?" he asked sleepily.
Fulton nodded. "He has. That's why I'm in here with you."
"Oh. Okay. Cool." Portman replied, closing his eyes again and trying to put his arms around Fulton.
"Port…Port! Are you going to sleep in your clothes?" Fulton asked, shaking Portman lightly.
"Oh…no. I'll take 'em off." Portman answered, stripping out of his clothes and tossing them to the floor. "Is that better?" he asked Fulton.
"Much." Fulton nodded, beckoning for Portman to come closer. Portman obliged and was rewarded with Fulton's lips softly caressing his own.
"Mmm." He moaned softly, wrapping his arms round the slightly smaller boy.
Fulton smiled and whispered, "You know what?"
"What?" answered Portman, starting to feel sleepy again.
"I wish they made these beds a bit bigger." Fulton replied.
"Aww, man!" Portman chuckled. "Just go to sleep!" Portman kissed Fulton once more and they both drifted off into a comfortable sleep, conveniently forgetting their homework.
The next morning, Fulton and Portman didn't make it to the dining hall for breakfast, due to Portman accidentally smashing their alarm clock. It had had the audacity to try and wake them up. Portman, in his attempt to shut it up, had fallen out of bed. He saw this as the clock's fault and threw it at the wall, listening as it made a satisfying smashing sound and climbed back into bed with Fulton. Wrapping their arms around each other, they had quickly fallen asleep again.
In the dining hall, the rest of the Ducks were seated at their usual table. The Bash Brothers were conspicuous in their absence. After the customary five minutes silence as they all woke up fully and began eating, conversations started breaking out around the table. No one paid any attention to Charlie, who was trying to make himself heard over a conversation between Goldberg and Averman involving dinosaurs and cream cheese. Charlie wanted to discuss the big game that was coming up. He also wanted to know if anyone knew where the Bash Brothers were. After five minutes of futile attempts to get everybody's attention at once, Charlie slammed his knife and fork down on the table and stood up, exclaiming "Okay, if none of you are going to listen, I'll just go find out myself!" He turned and stormed out of the dining hall and headed in the direction of the dorms. He was going to find Fulton and Portman. 'They'll make everyone listen!' he thought, angrily pushing past various students.
After a few seconds, Ken realised where Charlie was going and jumped out of his seat. As he ran after his captain, he prayed silently that the Bash Brothers were in a slightly more…acceptable state than when he'd left them. Dodging through the students milling through the halls, Ken was nearly at Portman and Fulton's room. With a sigh of relief, he put on a burst of speed. Charlie was nowhere to be seen, so all he had to do is warn the Bash Brothers to make themselves decent and…skidding to a stop, Ken froze. Charlie stood, his hand still on the doorknob of the Bash Brothers' room. The look of shock on his face confirmed Ken's fears. "Oh no…this can't be good." Shaking his head, Ken walked quickly up to the doorway and peered over Charlie's shoulder. Standing on his tiptoes, he could see Fulton and Portman still curled up in Portman's bed, although from what he could see, they had considerably less clothes on than when he had left them the night before. They were both facing the door, with Fulton curled up against Portman's back, his arm flung over Portman's side. Portman was snoring lightly. They were both oblivious to their shocked captain standing in their doorway.
His mind racing, Ken did the only thing he could think of; he clamped his hand over Charlie's mouth and gently pulled him away from the room, closing the door with his free hand. Still with his hand over Charlie's mouth, Ken lead him the short distance down the corridor to the room he shared with Luis. Once they were safely inside with the door closed, he removed his hand from Charlie's mouth and looked at him.
"What…how…when?" Charlie babbled, confused. He wasn't sure if he quite understood what he had just seen.
"Charlie, you can't tell anyone. They're not ready. They think you'll all hate them." Ken said urgently.
"You mean they're gay and you knew? Why didn't you tell us!" Charlie exploded finally.
"Charlie, calm down! I only found out last night. They told me when we were watching a movie." Ken started to explain. "Please tell me you don't think any less of them for this."
"Why didn't you tell us?" demanded Charlie, ignoring what Ken had just said.
"It's not my place to tell you. I imagine they haven't told you yet because they're afraid you're gonna act like this! You're their friend Charlie, hell, you're one of Fulton's best friends, are you gonna act like this in front of them? How do you think that'll make them feel? Make Fulton feel? I know the story Charlie, how you and Fulton were the only two to stick by Bombay in Peewees, how Fulton's closer to you than he is to any of the original Ducks. He was the only one to stick by you at the beginning when you left the team – can you really turn your back on him because of something as trivial as this? What does it matter if he likes guys instead of girls? He's still Fulton and he'll still stick up for you in a heartbeat." Ken finally stopped speaking and looked at Charlie. He'd never have imagined that the captain of the Ducks would act this way. He waited for Charlie to speak.
"Of course I can't turn my back on Fulton." Charlie muttered, processing Ken's speech slowly. He knew he was right. That they were still the same guys that they had been before Charlie had stumbled upon them ten minutes earlier. He didn't know why he'd reacted that way.
"I'm sorry Ken." Charlie sighed, "I didn't mean to sound like I was going to denounce them as friends. It was just a shock, that's all…I mean, I never expected to walk in their room and find them all cuddled up like that. Although it does make everything clearer now." He said thoughtfully, recalling all the times in the locker room when the two boys had seemed especially close. "How long have they been…you know, together?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask and they didn't say. I don't think it's important though. They're obviously happy." Ken replied honestly, relieved that Charlie seemed to accept the news. "You can't tell anyone." He reiterated. "They need to do it on their own, when they're ready. I'll tell them you know and they'll probably talk to you, but don't say anything to anyone. Not even Connie or Adam." Ken knew Charlie was apt to tell his girlfriend and his best friend everything. It was just the way he was.
Charlie nodded. "I won't, don't worry. I, uh, I guess we'd better get back to breakfast, huh?"
Ken smiled. "Yeah. Let's go. I'll talk to them later."
Fulton44 - Thank you! I hope you like this chapter too. Please read & review!