"I don't want it good. I want it Tuesday." -Jack L. Warner
Joey woke up to the sound of light breathing rumbling from a rising chest below him; hot skin rubbing against his own sent sparks of gentle pleasure throughout his entire nervous system as the teen continued to rest upon the soothing titan. The boy yawned and settled deeper, choosing to close his heavy eyes instead of facing the morning demands. It was too early to officially get up; the sun not fully exposing itself from beyond the dewy hills, and the moon still ridiculously stubborn to release its temporary reign of the sky. Even the birds had not begun their daring calls of nature's harmonious songs to forlorn mates, and the scuttles of the burrowing woodland creatures hadn't yet switched out of its nocturnal rhythm. Only the clanking of wiry machinery still echoed throughout the tower, but nothing of the blaring alarms or news interrupted the stillness of the beginning day. All was quiet in its sleep contrived paralysis; a blissful spell of the unconscious.
Still awake with closed eyes, Joey shifted on top of the other, his hand roaming up towards the larger teen's neck, softly fluttering his fingertips against the divots of the other's clavicle. Weaving his digits in and out the crevices of the older boy's body he graciously observed the slight stirs, finding those brief flinches absolutely galvanizing. Like falling leaves trailing a pathway through the forest the golden haired titan ran his mischievous hands over the outline of the other's pulsating flesh; a trail of faint goosebumps appeared.
Joey smiled, his emerald eyes now abandoning its prior blindness and instead choosing to watch his fingers dance along his smothered partner's limbs causing a breath to hitch every time he found a sensitive spot.
A lumbering arm whacked him on the side roughly.
"Mhm stop, tryin' t' sleep," Mal murmured, partially incomprehensible with the amount of nighttime lisp still residing inside his mouth.
A glint of chaos flashed through Joey's hypnotic gaze as he sped up his prodding no longer obeying the laws of peace.
Mal groaned as his own silver orbs blurrily forced themselves open, sighting a bouncing teen of boundless delight from above.
Grabbing both Joey's wrists with a delicate touch Mal spoke, his voice deep and scratchy from being so unused from the previous hours.
"Morning to ya too," He yawned, the clock beside them flashed: 6:34 AM.
Turning his attention back to the ball of energy now grinning so wide his face looked almost split in half, Mal released those tiny wrists and tiredly asked, "Why did you get up so early?"
'Wanted to.'
"Right. Thought so."
Wrapping both his arms around the smaller boy Mal pulled Joey into a tight embrace, his hands tangling into the other's knotted curls as they both snuggled deeper under the covers. Joey sighed contently, his face now pressed into Mal's neck breathing in his intoxicatingly sweet aroma. From the otherside of the room bursts of speckled sunlight attempted to shine through the unconcealed spots of the curtains, the moon probably venturing away now that the stars have receded. The coos of lovestruck birds barely heard had started, their cries traversing through the fresh breeze along with the unpredictable tapping of paws from the critters darting in the woods. And although the tower was calm, a storm of thunderous footsteps would soon march down the titanium halls when the clock struck the next hour, for the moment everything was a waiting game. But to the two titans bundled in the warmth of an oversized blanket on a bed only meant for one the time was restful.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Jolting abruptly nearly toppling Joey to the floor Mal immediately reached over to shut off the alarm now clamoring into their ears. As the sound ceased from a smashed button Mal gave the other a ruminant look.
"It's Tuesday isn't it."
'Yeah.'
"Morning meeting."
'Yep.'
"Great."
Joey nodded, his bed hair frazzled and untamed as he kissed Mal's cheek.
'Good luck!' He signed, hopping out of bed in search of his discarded uniform thrown hastily on the floor the night before.
Mal dragged his hands over his face in a hopeless moan as kicked off the rest of the sheets, his legs slightly shivering from the air conditioner's icy blasts.
Tuesday, it was Tuesday. The day he despised the most because of the seemingly unremitting paperwork and financial negotiations partaking in limitless piles of filing and press conferences. As the oldest and the leader this was the cursed burden of his responsibilities; he was the head of this team and with that title came his continuous duty of parleying. His younger teammates were somewhat aware of his business, but mostly left in the dark.
Mal shook his head. He wasn't very fond of letting them know the extent of the work that had to be arranged so that they could continue being the heroes the city so desperately needed.
Dressed in his uniform, his cuffs finally clinking together, Joey sat down next to Mal and patted him on the back thoughtfully, those thick curls of his unruly as ever, unfixed until one of the girls demanded him to comb through it.
'I'll save you some breakfast.'
And with that Mal received another one of Joey's kisses this time maidenly gliding over his own chapped lips before leaving the room with a smile and wave. Admittedly watching the other saunter away brought a faint feeling of jealousy to spur briefly inside his heart, but what had to be done shall be done.
Gathering his own clothes off of a nearby chair Mal began the process of garbing himself. When he was dressed the titan picked up his mystic trumpet from the case where it lay all night and twirled the Horn of Gabriel through his fingers as he played a low brassy note; a swirling vortex of reds and blacks appeared in front of him.
"Tuesdays… if only they knew," Mal huffed.
He stepped through the portal.