Seymour Smith, who was donned in loose, denim shorts with a striped sweater tucked in meticulously and some pastel green socks, had anxiously been gazing at Elliot Knight, in his Batman-like costume, unusually stressed, bustling around urgently, Of course Seemore knew why Kyd Wykkyd was so very hassled- after all, the dearly required leader of the Hive Five, Jinx, was of ill recently, eliciting both Mammoth and Gizmo demanding Elliot take it upon himself to immaculately plan the upcoming heists, without failure. Which seemed easy to object to- if they hadn't threatened selfishly to kick Seymour himself out of the whole team if he didn't accept it. Kyd knew exactly how much it meant to Seemore to stay in the Hive Five. Even though Elliot could easily knock them all unconscious, they would merely chase Seymour away, unfortunately implying Seemore would be entirely unable to participate in any team activity whatsoever. Therefore, Kyd had been determinedly perfecting their often flawed plans, soothing any fatuous arguments and doing the almost overwhelming load of burdening work that unfailingly followed with straining leadership. And Elliot was just used to winging it. On his own. Therefore, Kyd was horribly pressured, unrelentingly nibbling his poor lip so ruthlessly it was probably going to bleed soon- and Seymour, being his very own boyfriend, had a solemn duty to fix that.
Elliot was stressedly flitting the immense payments required to repair the horrible ruins of their toilet pipes after they had practically been annihilated in Gizmo's most recent weapon testing session. They would probably have to complete three vacuous heists to entirely pay for some at least sufficient repairs. He huffed frustratedly and instead peered at the electricity problems that were borderline dangerous. Why did Jinx have to be ill and dump him in charge? He was the loner, not the manager. His lissom frame never ceased to tense, willowy muscles tightened.
At least until Seemore delicately took Kyd's pale hand, pulling gently. With a slightly fake smile, Elliot turned around knowingly, tenderly squeezing Seymour's in return for a brief second. He spun back around to look back at his precious work urgently, furrowing his brow in immense concentration. Seemore pouted irritatedly and swiftly rested his smaller hand on his useful helmet dial, eliciting Kyd to tense warily yet again- and rightfully so.
With perfect aim, Seymour shot Elliot's overwhelming amount of countless papers from Kyd's gloved hands. They all fluttered annoyingly all over the hard floor, eliciting probably hours of organization. Elliot gawked irritatedly and was scarcely given anytime before Seymour roughly yanked on Kyd's long, bladed cape, wrenching him along eagerly. Kyd shook his head dolefully before becoming bitter. Rapidly, Elliot frustratedly spun around and tenderly grabbed Seemore's smaller forearms, gently pulling his hands away from Kyd's own sleek cape that provoked a small gasp. Elliot softened dolefully, though he still delicately held onto Seymour.
Kyd tenderly bought Seemore's limp hand to the side of his pale face and explained softly,"Look, honey, if I could, I would be in my room with you, kissing and hugging you. But right now. I have stuff to do. The toilet is bust and-."
"Pfft. We can just pee in Mammoth's room,"Seymour excused dismissively, affectionately caressing Elliot's narrow face.
"Well. I have no objection towards Mammoth suffering,"Kyd admitted sheepishly.
"And also you've been stressing over this stupid leadership thingy for ages. Who cares anyway? C'mon I'm going to make you destress,"Seemore replied pleadingly, deviously stepping closer into Elliot's fairly muscular figure and comfortably burying himself into Kyd with his forearms still being delicately held up.
Elliot bit his pale lip conflictedly, before blushing profusely as Seymour cajolingly nuzzled closer, feeling Kyd's already gentle grip on his thinner arms weaken lovingly, holding them floppily. He thought desperately of his voluminous work… or destress with Seemore. His imminent answer was inevitable.
"Okay. Help me destress, love,"Elliot sighed lovingly, tenderly dropping his weakened hold on Seymour's arms.
"Good!,"Seemore laughed pleasedly, swiftly grabbing Kyd's gloved hand and yanking him along eagerly.
Elliot stared admiringly, sighing contentedly.
It didn't take long for Kyd Wykkyd to be seated on Seymour's comfy bed in Seemore's colourful, overly bright bedroom, with Seymour cooing over him already.
"Ooh, do you wanna take yo-,"Seemore yammered coherently of almost nonsensical affectionate gushing before.
"Honestly, this isn't the best destressing I've ever seen, honey,"Elliot teased playfully, giggling sweetly afterwards.
Seymour blushed prettily before nodding embarrassedly and confessing blushily,"Yeah. Sorry. I just really worry when you are all stressed. C'mere. I have the perfect idea."
"Okay, sure,"Kyd relied trustingly, scotting closer to his smaller boyfriend relaxedly as he slowly closed his amber eyes.
Seemore smiled broadly and approached pleasedly. He gently placed his own hands on Elliot's awkwardly shaped cowl, pulling it off tenderly. Subsequently, Seymour giggled sweetly as Kyd's long, silky, black locks spilled voluminously over his willowy shoulders and he was soon fiddling with it tenderly, just beaming to see Kyd just look so… perfect. Elliot had his amber eyes closed beautifully, a pretty blush decorating his usually colourless cheeks and his luxurious locks dangled pleasantly like a picturesque frame to a narrow, flawless face with merely old battle scars, and down to lissom, hunched shoulders. Seemore released a hitched breath before shaking his head dismissively and swiftly removing Elliot's sleek gloves, long cape and obviously Kyd's large boots had already been off initially. Seymour leaned downwards and tenderly caressed Elliot's pale face, eliciting Elliot to slowly open his amber eyes, staring admiringly. Seemore smiled pleasedly.
"Well, c'mon, get changed from your boring costume,"he giggled expectantly, eagerly shoving a large, baggy, baby blue t-shirt and loose pyjama shorts into Kyd's lanky arms.
Elliot huffed reluctantly before rolling his amber eyes exasperatedly and grudgingly teleporting away. Seemore immediately pelted around the flamboyant bedroom, beaming elatedly. Hurriedly, he gathered his precious items he had scrupulously chosen- and delightfully too. Eventually, he finished and eagerly dropped them on the thick duvet, sighing satisfiedly. Seymour smiled dreamily, only to then gasp-
"Hey, honey,"Kyd sighed lovingly, slightly tensely resting on his front on the comfy bed besides Seemore.
Seymour blushily saw how the blue, vast t-shirt hung loosely around Elliot, even reaching up to Kyd's pale thighs that were covered with baggy sleepwear shorts nearing his knees. He could easily decipher the tightened muscles in Elliot's agile frame that were usually slackened when he was with Seemore- still tightened. Seymour dampened dolefully, slumping dolorously and as expected, Kyd gawked alarmedly, shuffling closer anxiously. Worriedly, he hugged Seemore reassuringly tightly, frowning concernedly. However, it soon turned to baffled confusion as Seymour morosely felt Elliot's tensed muscles up his lanky arms, squeezing disappointedly. Seemore sighed again, feeling himself vehemently yearn for comfort from his taller boyfriend.
Kyd stiffened anxiously, before eventually realising Seymour probably wouldn't be explaining anything right now.
"Honey, what is it? Is it something I've said?,"Elliot asked worriedly, soothingly cradling Seemore to himself.
Seymour sighed non-committedly, though tenderly caressed Kyd's bare shoulder from where the large t-shirt hung off awkwardly. Seemore resolutely stayed silent as Elliot delicately poked his ribcage, frowning nervously. Eventually, Seymour finally looked up and gave him a mere split second before Kyd was abruptly pulled into a soft kiss, Seemore urgently holding Elliot's pale face straight. Kyd stiffened surprisedly before finally melting, returning the comforting kiss gently. Seymour shuffled closer contentedly, resting his own hands on Elliot's broader shoulders as Elliot simultaneously tenderly stroked Seemore's blushing face and smaller back. Seemore entirely forgot his previous insecurities, musing only of the Kyd kissing him reassuringly. Meanwhile, Elliot closed his amber eyes wearily, pleasedly feeling half of his stressed tension leave his lanky limbs, though not completely of course. Eventually, they reluctantly parted, Seymour blushing contentedly as he lovingly squished Kyd's pale face in his smaller hands. Elliot softened admiringly just to see Seemore now brightened and cheerful. Seymour flashed an excited beam, eliciting a warm smile in return.
"Okay, honey, go back to your stomach. You are going to distress real good,"he announced confidently, only to then gaze questioningly as Kyd gently placed his pale finger on Seemore's once moving lips.
"Love. What was it before?,"Elliot asked anxiously.
"Nothing, honest. I was just kinda sad you were still tense even with me. I just thought that maybe I wasn't good enough to make you completely relax,"Seymour admitted wearily with a heavy sigh.
"Honey! No! Don't you see? I'm tense because I know that if I fail, you're gonna be hurt and I can't ever let that happen. You're too precious for anyone to ever hurt you again. You think I haven't seen your scars? Private has hurt you so much already, you can't have anymore suffering,"Kyd confirmed passionately, gently lifting up Seemore's striped sweater to reveal his countless scars over Seymour's skinny chest.
Seemore smiled conflictedly as Elliot delicately traced through the once painful scars, frowning dolefully before Seymour shook his head dismissively and sighed heavily,"C'mon. Go on your stomach now, Ellie."
Kyd nodded obediently and did so stiffly, smiling uncertainly- unexpectedly, subsequently blushing prettily with a relaxed sigh.
Seymour was soothingly massaging the once stressed tension from his loosening muscles, seemingly immaculate at it. Elliot hummed contentedly and buried his pale face into the comfy bed, perfectly satisfied with Seemore rhythmically squeezing soothingly, who was giggling sweetly as Kyd moaned softly, now entirely slackening, laying limp. Seymour sighed pleasedly continuing to massage expertly until after a while he pulled back. Only to delightedly see Elliot was already fast asleep, mumbling incoherently. Seymour grinned maliciously, diabolically pulling out the pink nail varnish.
Finally, much later, Kyd Wykkyd stirred relaxedly. He felt entirely serene, his once tensed muscles completely slack and surprisingly soothed. He had been tucked kindly under a light blanket and he pleasedly felt Seemore's scrawny figure pressed into him, now sound asleep too all over again. Elliot Knight lovingly hugged him tightly into him, lightly kissing Seymour Smith's cheek. At least before he realised-
1, his long, black hair was braiding into thik platts.
2, his fingernails were all painted pink.
3, he literally had a purple bow in his hair.
"Seymour! What have you done to me?"