Disclaimer: Not mine. At all. Not even a tiny bit… not even the name of the pairing SpeedX is mine, but right now I can't remember who came up with it… it's on the tip of my tongue… I KNOW who it is, but I just… AAARGH! Help me?

A/N: Sorry, Black Sheep fans, but this one this time! I hope you get a laugh out of it, anyway… ;) Next vote will be on friday, I think...

SpeedX drabble with prompt from kitsunechibiko. I have decided to underline the prompt word/sentence when I do these types of stories, so you know what the word is, but not before-hand, okay?

Boxing Day… Kinda…

Things didn't always go as planned for Red X. Things didn't always go as planned for Speedy. This time, however, it had happened to both of them at the same time.

"Sooo…" Red X said slowly. "We're in a box…"

"No, we're not." Speedy growled.

"We're not?"

"No."

"When where are we?"

"We're in a crate."

"Oh."

They were silent for a while.

"Well, the packing-straw is nice and soft…" Red X started.

"Be quiet."

"Are you pissed?"

"Noooo… why would you say that? I mean, my boyfriend just has to check out a warehouse on OUR DATE and some guards show up, and we hide, because my DEAR BOYFRIEND FORGOT THAT WE WERE ON A DATE AND DIDN'T BRING ANY WEAPONS!"

"Err… I think the shouting-part is rather bad for the hiding-part…" Red mumbled.

"Oh, shut up. They left, remember? After putting another crate on top of this one and telling us they would contact the owners."

"I know, I was right here."

"Have you any idea what kind of trouble we're in?"

"I'm sorry."

"Really sorry?"

"Yeah!"

"Good, then I get to top." Speedy grinned. Light from the outside was coming in from gaps in the wood, and Red X didn't like the expression on Speedy's face.

"Err… you want to fuck?"

"Yes."

"But… you're angry?"

"Yes. Angry sex. It's the best. Lucky you."

"I… didn't bring any lube…" Red X was starting to inch away, discovering that it was, in fact, a very small box… err… crate.

"Oh. Unlucky you, then." The other red-head leered and pounced.

It was awkward, and cramped, and the packing-straw stuck to unwanted places, but Red had to admit that, yes, angry sex was good sex. Especially since it was followed by make-up sex. And then the rather rarer 'we-are-stuck-in-a-box-so-what-else-can-we-do?'-sex.

In the end they were too tired for any kind, though.

"What is this place, anyway?" Speedy sighed, trying to peer through the slits.

"Dunno… it's new." Red shrugged.

"And you got curious and had to take a peek…" Speedy sighed. "Damn thief."

"Yeah, well… that's me…" Red grinned. "Hey, you got your phone on you?"

Speedy gave him a weird look.

"Not right now, no, but it's in my pants…"

"Great, we'll just call mum and dad!"

"Yes, they will be soooo happy…" Speedy muttered. "Hush! People are coming!"

"Hush as in 'they might not find us'? We are two naked guys in a box, and they shut us in here… you think they forgot?" Red asked.

"No, you idiot, but… oh shit."

"What?"

"We're dead."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Open it up." The order was coming from outside, and Red quickly gathered their clothes together. They had no time to put them on, however, before the lid was pulled off. The expressions on the faces of the people outside were rather… interesting.

"What? You've never seen two gorgeous young men in packing straw before?" Red asked.

"This is the way to travel, you know…" Speedy added.

"I just knew it was you two…" Slade muttered, while Robin folded his arms and tried to look stern. "Get out."

The teens happily obliged, still buck naked, and strolled past the other couple, and the guards, as if nothing was strange about the situation at all. Red X paused in front of them.

"Box-sex. We recommend it."

Slade and Robin glanced at each other, and then Robin muttered.

"That's not a box, it's a crate."

The End