The two boys were cuddled up together at literally one in the morning. Seymour Smith, who was in pastel green, short-bottomed, short-sleeved pyjamas, was smirking amusedly at his boyfriend, Elliot Knight, who was in a comfy tank top and some loose sleepwear shorts. Seemore was resting wide awake on Kyd Wykkyd's warm lap, pleasedly feeling Elliot's lanky arms securely wrapping around his smaller figure. It had been an outrageously hot day today and honestly, it was still unpleasantly hot but the couple simply refused to peel away from each other. Therefore, they were sat on the cool floor and Seemore had even considered removing his useful helmet, just like Kyd had decided to allow his long, black, smooth hair down entirely, when usually he held it neatly in a loose, low ponytail. And yes, Seymour was continually messing with it, smiling sweetly the whole time. Seemore had maliciously picked the classic Titanic to watch, insisting he adored it fervently and yearned to rewatch it- even though he actually loathed it. In fact, the only reason he was torturing himself with it, was because it always elicited Elliot to sob at Jack's dolorous death. And yes (again!), he loved to tease his taller partner about it mercilessly. Elliot gulped slightly as he too realised it was upcoming soon and intelligently concluded to focus on his smaller boyfriend. Kyd squeezed him tenderly, closing his amber eyes sweetly.
Seymour giggled entertainedly and lightly poked the tip of Kyd's pale nose, causing him to smile contentedly and press his narrow face closer. Cutely, Seemore laughed adorably as Elliot nuzzled into his blushing cheek, perfectly fine with Seymour resting his relaxed hands peacefully on Kyd's broader shoulders, swiftly starting to even massage them tenderly. Immediately, Elliot melted and practically collapsed into Seemore, moaning softly. Seymour giggled delightedly and began threading tranquilly through his luxurious, long hair, even braiding it. Kyd sighed contentedly, as always adoring the weekly sleepover. Unfortunately, they had to be immensely discreet- Private Hive was extremely homophobic. To be bluntly honest, they weren't surprised. And if they were to ever be found out, chances are Seemore would be murdered torturously in cold blood or just unable to return with Private still there ever again. Nonetheless, they ensured they could meet up, relishing each time too. Seymour beamed comfortably, before brightening with a great idea.
"Well, Kyddie Cat, you sorted that yet? Your, as you call it 'feline defect',"he asked entertainedly.
"No, Seymour Smith, touch me in the way I think you will and I will honestly push you off,"Elliot warned playfully, pulling back so they were facing each other.
"Maybe, maybe not,"Seemore giggled cheekily, gently cupping Kyd's narrow face in his warm hands.
"See, just so you know, I hate you,"he sighed in gamesome exasperation.
"Well guess what, El? Me too,"Seymour replied sweetly, gently wrenching Elliot's pale face closer.
Soon, they were gently kissing, Seemore tenderly caressing across his shoulders, even massaging them as to watch him slump relaxedly into his smaller frame. Elliot hummed contentedly and relaxedly rested his caring hands on Seymour's skinny waist, squeezing delicately. Then, of course, Seemore was unable to help himself and eagerly petted tenderly behind his boyfriend's ears, beaming and giggling simultaneously as he actually began purring pleasedly. Elliot glared irritatedly before grudgingly accepting the fact he might just tolerate it. Well, tolerate in the sense that he adored it. But still. Kyd pulled away reluctantly and instead scooped Seemore up bridal style, soon gently dropping him so that he lay sideways across his pleasant lap. Seymour grinned amusedly as his cute purrs died out when he abruptly realised where they were at in the boring film, Titanic. Immediately, he yanked Elliot's narrow face to his playing screen, squishing it lovingly, snickering amusedly. Kyd stared curiously. Only to then sniff. Seemore smiled slyly and curled up supposedly winsomely, instantly cradling Elliot's pale hand to him. Soon, Elliot was full on weeping, though attempting urgently to stifle them.
"W-why? Ja-jack is so g-good! Wh-why ca-can't he ju-just come with her a-and li-live?,"he cried anguishedly.
"Oh my, oh my, look who has his crush on Jack from Titanic,"Seymour taunted wickedly, wriggling around until he was smirking entertainedly right in his boyfriend's face.
"Shut it, you don't understand my pain,"Kyd blubbered exasperatedly, yet also distressedly.
"You call me weak, but…?,"Seymour sang teasingly, lightly sliding a finger down Elliot's flushed cheek before squishing his pale face again lovingly.
Elliot scowled embarrassedly, though continued to sob profusely as he anticipatedly continued watching with wide, amber eyes intently, ignoring even his partner even when Seemore softly kissed his pale lips. Seymour did it again before groaning annoyedly as he too realised it was a futile effort- obviously Jack meant more to him right now. Seemore pleadingly poked Kyd's ribs. He was still ignored. Finally piqued enough, he yanked hard on Elliot's long, black hair, eliciting his tearful, also irked partner to spin around outragedly. Seymour sighed relievedly and tightly hugged him, burying himself into Elliot's warm torso. Kyd stiffened irritatedly, before giving up his fruitless try to persist with his piqued wrath, instead cradling him closer. Elliot shook his head slightly before chuckling sweetly, especially as Seymour Smith gently wiping away a few of his spilling tears down his flushed cheeks. Then, they were yet again kissing, Seemore wrapping his thinner arms around his neck, and Kyd's pale arms across Seymour's back and the other resting on Seymour's blushing cheek. Elliot tenderly pulled away but ensured their foreheads were gently pressed together and they shared the air between them. They both smiled sweetly, both with a pretty blush.
"Well. You are my Jack. But unlike Rose, I'm not gonna leave you. You can just be with me, honey,"Kyd breathed caringly.
Seemore split into a cheerful beam and tenderly they fell into a kiss.
Again.