Title: I Love You
Author: St. Danger
Posted On: July 7th, 2009
Summary: "How dense are you?" Training, declarations of love, attempted suicides, hospital stays, aftermath of a drunken alley fight, jealousy at a pub, awkward discoveries, and a day in the life. Ah, it must be K-Unit slash! Oneshot.
Genres: Romance/Angst/Humour.
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Rider or any of the K-Unit.
Warnings/Rated For: Language, angst, slash, the usual.
Notes: I'm American, so apologies for any non-British termage. If you read my "He'll Be Fine" fic you can totally see the sparks between these two there, XD I'm pretty sure this is the first fic that mainly features the pairing of them, so yay! I chose these two because so little is canon with them. Originally was a oneshot, but I seperated it into the seperate scenes and added some extra stuff, along with editing it a bit. So, enjoy!
Three Months Prior
"I-It's f-fuh-reaking c-cold!" Neal spluttered, teeth chattering.
"You're th-the one who's s-so d-damn stubborn!" Seth exclaimed, annoyed.
The duo were sitting in Neal's living room, freezing their tails off because the heat in his apartment was busted. He obstinately refused to go to Seth's apartment, claiming he was alright, but his chattering teeth and constant shivering betrayed him.
"F-Fine! We'll go to y-your p-place!" Neal stood up, and Seth happily followed suit.
They took Seth's car to the apartment, where the heat was working perfectly fine.
"Warmth!" Neal cried joyfully as feeling returning to his body.
"I'll m-make some cocoa." Seth went into the kitchen.
He filled a kettle with water from the tap, put it back on the stove, and turned on the flame. He returned to the living room, where Neal was sitting on the couch, bundled up in a blanket. He sat down, and the other man lifted up the blanket so they could huddle together for warmth. They just sat there for a little while, curled up.
"Thanks." Neal said softly.
"For what?" Seth asked, his eyes shut as he rested his head on Neal's shoulder.
"For saving me from freezing to death."
Seth laughed a little, and looked up at him. "No problem."
They stayed like that, their faces a few centimeters apart and eyes locked. Neal shifted and loosely grasped Seth by his shoulders, keeping their connection strong. Their lips were now almost touching, barely brushed together but not quite. Their eyes were half-shut, like they were drifting away into a dreamland. Neither one moved for what felt like the longest time.
Neal opened his mouth, either to kiss Seth or say something. The kettle whistled, jolting them apart.
Very reluctantly, Seth got up, walked to the kitchen, and turned off the stove. He just stood there for a moment, thoughts racing so fast he felt like his mind was a blank.
He didn't even hear Neal walk over.
"Hey." he whispered.
Seth turned around. "Yea–" he was cut off by Neal's mouth catching his own and pressing him against the counter. Neal's hands slid to Seth's waist, keeping their hips flush. His hands wove through Neal's hair, anchoring them together as his back arched over the counter. The kissing grew more intense, hands and lips roaming and tongues dancing heatedly. Neal had Seth pinned against the counter, their bodies pressed so tightly together and their minds clouded.
The telephone rang.
Both of them sprung apart, and both felt immense desolation at the sudden loss of the other. Just as quickly as they had lurched apart, they sprung back. The kiss this time was gentler, less heated.
The phone stopped ringing, not that either of them were going to answer it anyway. They parted, gasping and panting for breath.
"Wh.. I...That..." the normally talkative Neal just stumbled on half-formed words, because there were only three words that he knew that would convey his feelings.
"I love you." Seth panted, beating him to the punch.
"I love you too." Neal smirked, his arms sliding around Seth's back and waist, holding him close.
Neal dragged Seth to the living room and down on the couch. He pulled him onto his lap, Seth's arms wrapped around his neck. Both were thoroughly enjoying the fact that their affections were returned.
"Guess what?" Neal murmured, nuzzling his nose under Seth's chin.
"What?"
He kissed the corner of the other man's lips. "I'm not cold anymore."