Seymour had been boredly circling the Hive Five's dull base for what seemed ages. He hadn't seen Kyd Wykkyd for the entire morning, which earned odd curious looks of the others. They had fearfully interrogated him but all Seemore could respond with was a bemused, doleful "I don't know!". With their heightened fear of Elliot Knight looming around to viciously kill them (yes, Kyd had really taken it upon them to scare the daylights out of them all), they had all panickedly concluded to go out into Jump City for the day. Seymour had, of course, declined their hurried offer, still yearning to at least hug his taller boyfriend as he hadn't seen him all the dreary morning whatsoever. He was still yet to get changed from his loose, pastel green pyjamas and he was still half asleep as he mewled out Elliot's familiar name longingly. He swiftly slipped into Jinx's gothic bedroom- nobody here. He slid out again and trailed wearily up a floor until finally he tried the one place he was yet to see. The gym. Surely Kyd wouldn't- oh.
Kyd was entirely shirtless with only loose, black sports shorts and some sleek ADIDAS trainers. His ghostly pale skin seemed to glisten beautifully with mere sweat, his usual colourless cheeks flushed with exerted effort that, in Seemore's mind, was very pretty and complimentary. His long, black hair was wrapped securely in a purposefully messy bun, some freed, flowy strands framing his narrow face perfectly. His amber eyes seemed to be lit up with mere exhilarated determination, just like the stunning smile he wore rarely as he practicised precisely brawling against the most newest punch bag. With each sharp swing, Seymour could admiringly see his lean muscles ripple in his almost fluidly moving limbs, gawking idolizingly at the pure elegant agility of it all with an abashed smile.
Seemore bounded forwards and tackled Elliot into a tight embrace from behind, eliciting a surprised stiffen. Kyd impeded his fervent work out and with slight panting, looked down at the two thinner arms squeezing his muscled torso pleasedly and immediately he split into a contented smile. Seymour giggled amusedly as Elliot easily hoisted him up his back so that soon Seemore was securely looping his arms around Kyd's throat and tightly wrapping his legs around Elliot's bare waist. Kyd chuckled entertainedly, feeling Seymour fiddle gently with his silky, black hair.
"So. Were you watching me before?,"Elliot asked amusedly.
Seemore blushed profusely and admittedly gigglily,"Hard not to."
"Oh is that so? Never took you for a stalker,"Kyd teased impishly.
"Says the punk boy,"Seymour replied tauntingly, gently petting behind Elliot's ears.
Immediately, Kyd Wykkyd purred loudly, tilting his head backwards, closer to Seemore, so that he would please do it more. Of course, Seymour instantly complied eagerly.
Seemore delicately brushed his tender hands along Elliot's broader shoulders with a content smile, only to then laugh delightedly as Kyd easily swung Seymour into his pale arms bridal style instead. Seemore gazed up admiringly, still stunned by how Kyd's ghostly white skin seemed to sparkle, the pretty flush of exertion, presently profound physique and overall… handsomeness. How was Elliot so perfect? Seymour released a hitched breath, before beaming admiringly, placing his own hands on Kyd's sweaty chest. Elliot smiled warmly.
"Honey, can you be with me in a sec in my room? Just after you've… showered,"Seemore breathed stunnedly.
"Of course, love,"Kyd purred pleasedly, reluctantly lowering Seymour gently to the hard floor.
Elliot swiftly kissed Seemore's blushing cheek before easily teleporting away. Dazedly, Seymour meandered to his own, colourful bedroom, setting himself on his comfy, pastel bed in a comfortable position. Eventually, Elliot miraculously teleported inside, clearly relieved to feel so refreshed again as he sat besides his smaller boyfriend in some pyjama shorts and his extremely baggy The Rolling Stones t-shirt that he only wore if he unfortunately had nothing else to. His long, black hair was still dripping from it wrapped securely in a messy bun. He smiled amusedly and gently dragged a contented Seymour Smith onto his lap, caressing his blushing face lovingly. Seemore leaned into it, curling up comfortably, even as Kyd gently removed his useful helmet. Of course, everything went pitch black, but that only elicited Seymour to squeeze Elliot tighter. Kyd laughed pleasedly as Seemore nuzzled his widely grinning face into his lissom torso.
"You looked great training, honey,"Seymour sighed caringly,"I honestly need to see it more."
"Is it the technique or the fact you were gawking at me? But I would like to see you train too! You'll be cute,"Kyd replied softly, smiling contentedly as he saw Seemore pouting thoughtfully with his chin resting serenely on Elliot's larger shoulders.
"Hey, love? Still alive down there,"Kyd requested curiously, waving his pale hand in Seemore's face.
Seymour still remained delved heavily in his deep musings.
Finally, Elliot pouted resentfully at the awful lack of attention and pleadingly grabbed Seemore's stunned face, abruptly kissing him on the lips gently. Seymour gasped startledly from the abrupt interruptions before sighing relievedly and kissing back tenderly, his own hands resting on Kyd's pale face. Seemore squeezed Elliot's skinny torso closer, breaking away to instead bury himself further into his larger partner. Kyd securely wrapped his lanky arms around him, humming curiously.
"What were you thinking about before?,"he enquired inquisitively, as he delicately prodded Seymour's ribs.
Seemore blushed profusely as he stiffened up to see in the general direction of Elliot Knight. Elliot raised his eyebrow expectantly.
"Oh. I was just thinking of how we first met, first kiss, first date and all of that,"Seymour giggled amusedly.
Kyd chuckled brightly," I vividly remember each. When we first met, it was when you were screaming and running away from literally just a dumb a bee. You tripped up and I caught you… you looked at me in the most admiring way anyone ever has. Everyone else saw me as a threat- but you...the friendless dork with braces. It was so funny, I pushed you off and called you a weak braceface and you just turned around and said thanks in such a cute way."
"Yeah. I kept following you even though you treated me like I was a pest at first. I guess I was in love with the prospect of finally having a friend after ages of being bullied and the way you caught me… I had never been… touched like that. My mum neglected me, but I don't blame her. She had her stupid, abusive husband to deal with- but enough with my dark thoughts. It didn't take me long to get you crushing on me, hmm? I have you now, honey, and that's all I need, you care for me and everything,"Seemore sighed lovingly, especially as Kyd hugged him almost suffocatingly tight, before brightening up,"But our first kiss was… not very subtle."
"Hey! I love you and all but you were so oblivious. I had to go big for you to get the message,"Elliot huffed indignantly.
"Go big? Not a good enough wording for it, love. You literally grabbed me from the lunch hall, dragged me into your room and pinned me to the wall. I was just wondering what i had done wrong when I found you kissing me. But anyway, what do you mean oblivious?",Seymour replied exasperatedly.
Kyd snorted entertainedly,"Very, very oblivious. Okay, here's a few examples. I literally said 'I want to know what you taste like' and you handed me your strawberry lip balm and said it's great for dry lips! I shoved a pride flag in your face, just to give you a small hint I was gay and you legit said you liked rainbows too! I even once-"
"Okay! Okay! I may be a tiny, miniscule bit oblivious. But you have zero self awareness! When are you going to learn that you can't just go and get breakfast in only your boxers with all the HIve Five there?,"Seemore retaliated amusedly.
"Why should I care? They would be too scared to do anything about it,"Elliot snickered wickedly.
"Pretty much sums up our first date. When the waiter got my order wrong, you started having a go at that poor guy and you hissed like a mad man that if anyone did anything you would kill them all. I walked out to try and stop you and I stubbed my toe and before I knew it you were asking if I was okay or if you would need to carry me home! Everyone kept looking at us like lunatics. And then as soon as we were finished and a waitress came for us to pay, you growled and snarled on purpose to scare the daylights out of her so you wouldn't have to pay!,"Seymour sighed reapprovingly.
"Well. What can I say? You asked for pasta, you shoulda got pasta,"Kyd excused defensively, protectively hugging Seemore even closer.
Seymour Smith giggled sweetly, eliciting Elliot Knight to beam pleasedly as he wriggled upwards to gently press his lips to his taller boyfriend's. They pulled away eventually and sighed in unison-
"I love you".