Marshall Lee nearly dropped his guitar when he heard a knock at the door. He never had unanticipated company.
He opened the door to see Prince Gumball standing on the porch, shielding himself from the rain with an umbrella. That ridiculous umbrella of his, the purple one with the hearts. He had a tremendous pout, and his skin was greying again.
"A month," he said flatly.
Marshall Lee leaned against the doorframe and shrugged.
"It's been a month. A month of silence. A month of awkwardly jerking off onto my sheets every night. What the fuck?"
"I got sick of running after you, man. I always initiate stuff, and you act like you don't even want it sometimes. It makes me feel like shit."
"Oh."
"If you want me, you have to come and get me sometimes. And it took you a month, so... I was starting to figure you didn't."
Gumball snorted. "I'm not here for a booty call."
"Then why are you here, Bonnibel?"
"Just..." He shifted from foot to foot. "Can I come in, please? I don't like rain."
Marshall Lee sighed and floated inside, letting Gumball follow him. "That's right, don't you melt or something if you get rained on?"
"I'm made of sugar. Sugar and water don't mix. Or rather they do mix, a little too well. So I guess you could say I 'melt'."
"Just like the wicked witch you are, eh?"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing. An old reference."
Gumball shook off his umbrella and propped it against the wall. He looked so exhausted. A tiny corner of Marshall Lee's heart melted.
"Why are you here?" he repeated, more gently.
Gumball clicked his tongue irritably. "I don't really know. I'm not in the mood to fuck, but I just feel so... tightly wound. I need to relax. And you've been my - stress relief, I guess. So I sort of just came here," he said quickly.
"So, you want a... non-erotic massage?" asked Marshall Lee, quirking an eyebrow.
"That actually sounds really nice."
"Come here, you." He led Gumball to his bed and tugged the prince's shirt off. He rubbed his hands together to warm them a little, then started massaging his upper back. "Wow, you're really tense."
"I know," grumbled Gumball.
"Here, let me get some lotion. For a smoother massage."
After a few minutes, Gumball was breathing heavily. "You're really good at this," he said breathily.
When he actually moaned, Marshall Lee stopped and put his head in his hands. "What are we doing?" he groaned.
Gumball turned around and scooted closer to him. "I mean, maybe we can have sex after all."
"You said you didn't want to."
"I let you take me to your bed and start touching my half-naked body, so I guess I do want to."
"I will not play the role of the evil seducer again!"
"All we ever do is play roles. Come on, Marshall Lee~"
"Why did you ask me to leave the other day? You weren't done. We weren't done."
"Sure seemed like you finished to me," mumbled Gumball. "Why do you care?"
"Just tell me the truth."
"You called me Bonbon! You called me- that, and no one's called me that in hundreds of years. It was your special name for me, and I haven't heard it since we broke up, and it just brought back a lot of memories, and I have no fucking idea why you would call me that."
Marshall Lee's eye widened. "Oh! Oh, my glob. I don't remember saying that... my brain was a post-orgasm mush, you know?"
"So it didn't... mean anything?"
"No."
"Oh."
"You don't have feelings for me, do you? Because you'd be breaking your own rules."
"No, you idiot. It just felt... weird. It reminded me of when we were dating."
"You broke up with me, Bonnibel."
"You think I'd forget?"
"No. Just... reminding you. You always act like I'm such a villain, but I'm not the one who broke your heart."
Gumball's eyes flashed. "Yes you fucking are. You broke my heart by not caring. I had no choice but to end things, because my heart broke every time you left me behind or forgot about me."
"Oh."
"We're just too different, Marshall Lee. But for some reason we have unbelievable chemistry, and we can never deny each other any hedonistic whim. So... let's keep hooking up, okay? Because we can't be together but our bodies can't be apart."
Marshall Lee sighed. "We're not as different as you think."
"Hm?"
"My MO is floating around space not caring, and your MO is caring very much about a lot of people from a distance. Neither of us is very good at loving people in close proximity."
"So...?"
"So let's keep hooking up."
"Awesome."
"But for now, you need some rest."
"I-"
"That's an order. Get some sleep."
"Okay." Gumball crawled under the blanket and fell asleep almost immediately.
Marshall Lee stared at him for a while before shaking his head and lying down next to him. "Poor overworked bastard."
Marshall Lee moaned softly. He was having the best dream. There were the most amazing sensations, and he could almost smell sugar.
His eyes fluttered open, but the dream didn't go away. He gradually realized that Gumball was between his legs, his mouth rounded beautifully around Marshall Lee's cock. "Good morning," he purred.
Gumball looked up with wide eyes. Marshall hummed in approval and laced his fingers through Gumball's soft hair.
As the prince continued his ministrations, part of Marshall Lee wanted to stop him and have proper sex, but it was just too beautiful. He lied back and let the pleasure pulse through him until his finished in Gumball's mouth.
"Good morning," Gumball said a bit hoarsely, beaming. He looked so cute with his tousled pink hair framing his face. His glowing face, Marshall Lee noted smugly. Gumball snuggled against his chest like he was made to fit there.
"Let me get you off."
"No need, I wanked before I woke you up." He stood and pulled on his shirt, then winked. "If you want that particular pleasure, you'll have to come see me soon." And he was gone.
Marshall Lee groaned and rolled onto his side. He felt both deliciously satisfied and strangely empty. "That boy will be the death of me," he muttered.