Kyd Wykkyd was humming cheerfully as he gulped down his morning coffee, still smiling from his earlier moment with Seemore. He had specifically chosen today to situate his usual work out and was already prepared in his old, dirty tank top (that he would take off in a mere second anyway) and his loose black sports shorts. He had messily secured his long, black hair in an untidy bun, like always, and still had his purple nail varnish on his fingernails from where Seymour Smith had adorably pestered to do so. Nonetheless of his intense abhorrence towards it, he kept it on because… well, Seemore did it. Of course, he had silently watched Seymour train himself and honestly, it was immensely cute. He wasn't particularly muscular of course, rather skinny and scrawny, but he did actually have a fairly strong punch, but just terrible reaction times. He was perfectly immaculate at target practice, to such an extent he could probably easily shoot down Elliot Knight himself. But, obviously, Kyd could effortlessly defeat Seemore in close range.
"Honey?,"Seymour whined pleadingly from out of the blue, tenderly taking Elliot's pale hand.
Kyd spun around surprisedly and immediately beamed affectionately at the smaller boy, in his mint green joggers and a loose baby blue t-shirt. Seemore blushed pleasedly before snuggling closer into his taller boyfriend's lissom torso, contentedly feeling Elliot tightly embrace him back with soft hums. Kyd tenderly cupped Seymour's blushily smiling face in his pale hands, pulling him upwards so Elliot could easily lean down. Kyd eagerly pressed his own lips to Seemore's gently, instantly forgetting his exerting plan beforehand.
"Hey, errr, good morning, Wykkyd and… Seemore,"came Mammoth's gruff voice, laughing nervously.
Seymour blushed profusely, reluctantly, though rapidly, pulled away and instead hid himself in Elliot's broader shoulder. With a piqued hiss, Kyd wrapped a lanky arm around his quivering boyfriend protectively and huffed defensively.
"I know thirty ways to kill you from a distance, you know,"he growled menacingly, stepping forwards frighteningly.
Mammoth blanched alarmedly as he went into another round of shaking viciously. Seemore shook his head lamentingly and pleadingly grabbed Elliot's pale arm, soon wrenching him along the dull corridors. Kyd sighed defeatedly before cracking into an amused smile, striding forwards much too fast for Seymour's considerable small pace so that Seemore was struggling to not face plant the hard floor. Eventually, Seemore soon exhaled relievedly to finally be at the familiar gym door, and smiled pleasedly as Elliot hugged him momentarily, gently kissing his smaller boyfriend's blushing cheek before Kyd led Seymour inside with him. Seemore locked the door, of course, and admittedly went on his tip toes as he kissed Elliot's pale lips tenderly. Kyd instantly melted at the (very, very, very) cute fact his scrawnier partner was so adorably short and simply just evidently the pleasant affection. Elliot leaned down helpfully, before Seymour reluctantly moved away.
"I love you so much,"Kyd whispered vehemently, resting his pale hands on Seemore's skinny waist,"What was it you were wanting before we kissed and were rudely interrupted by that stupid oaf?"
"Oh. I just was asking if I could help you train,"he explained sweetly, sidling up to Elliot until their sides were bumping together.
"Sure? You can-,"Kyd began eagerly.
"Get into a push up position,"Seemore ordered firmly, yet also cajolingly.
"...Okay?,"Elliot said eventually.
Awkwardly, he swiftly tossed away his dishevelled tank top and lowered himself sheepishly into the expected position. Before groaning bemusedly.
"Go on. Get started,"Seymour giggled impishly, from where he was sat comfortably on Kyd's back.
"Is this your version of help, honey?,"Elliot taunted exasperatedly.
"Yes! And it's nice for me. Now. Go on!,"Seemore tittered entertainedly.
Kyd rolled his amber eyes irritatedly and began strainedly, grunting effortfully- meanwhile, Seymour leisurely rested on Elliot's bare back. Eventually, Kyd's pale arms shook with pure toil, already his lean muscles strained and struggling- as Seemore noticed that one of his fingernails was slightly uneven to his others. Earned sweat started to drip from Kyd- just while Seymour hummed cheerfully, tracing his gentle finger along Elliot's many battle scars on his bare back. With a defeated huff, Kyd Wykkyd collapsed, unable to assist but laugh as Seemore panickedly clung to his lissom torso. Seymour blushed profusely, peeling away reluctantly when an abrupt, mischievous smile brightened up his features. He keenly pounced besides Elliot.
"Can you teach me how to defend myself in close range?,"he exclaimed excitedly.
Kyd softened immediately, sitting up rapidly and tenderly caressed Seemore's blushing cheeks. He whispered lovingly,"But you don't need to. You have me."
"It's not that I'm going back to my old insecurities of being weak, Ellie. I just… want to,"Seymour assured kindly, swiftly pulling Kyd into a tender kiss.
"Okay, then, love,"Elliot agreed solacedly, as he enthusiastically stood up with Seemore.
"Right. I'm guessing I need to demonstrate,"Kyd shrugged bemusedly.
Seymour smiled slyly and replied suspiciously calmly,"No need for that. Just go against me, I know I can win."
Elliot raised his eyebrows incredulously and cajoled gently,"Wait- what? Honey, I don't really think-"
"Ellie. Trust me. And it's not like you'd ever really hurt me,"Seemore begged caringly.
"Well, okay, love. But I don't think this is gonna help…,"Kyd sighed confusedly, nonetheless tensing up into his usual battle stance.
Seymour grinned pleasedly and scarcely had time to even react before Elliot lunged agilely. Seemore staggered backwards clumsily and literally only saw Kyd crouched down in an almost animal-like crouch for a split second, before leaping up and pushing Seymour nimbly closer to the hard wall. Elliot soon pinned him securely, with a raised eyebrow and an entertained smile. Seemore just grinned back.
"So. Is this the winning? I told you so, didn't I?,"Kyd snickered amusedly.
"No- this is me winning now,"Seymour giggled slyly, eliciting Elliot to stiffen mistrustfully.
Abruptly, Seemore grabbed Kyd's pale face and kissed him tenderly on the lips, cunningly seeing Elliot's lanky arms fall down limp to his side and his usually guarded expression turn dreamy and unfocused. Slowly, Seymour impeded and swiftly, yet also suddenly pushed Kyd into the hard wall instead, pinning him down playfully. Seemore giggled mischievously as Elliot blinked bemusedly, before laughing sweetly just as he too rapidly realised exactly how Seymour had won.
Seymour Smith leaned forwards and lightly kissed Elliot Knight's blushing cheek. Kyd Wykkyd shook his head entertainedly as Seemore whispered cheekily.
"I told you so."