A/N:I do not own Generator REX – if I did the show would definitely be ranked R rather than PG.

Inspired by the corny and impudent Noah/Rex fanfictions I've stumbled across the

Providence dark legacy

Charter ocho: the signs

By your-biohazardous-friend

Rex felt uneasy, to say at least. He might remember just 18 months and he would love to remember everything, treasure all the memories, during this short period of time – except this one.

Noah pinned him to the wall and, right now, was groping his butt.

Rex didn't know and didn't care why. It was simply all wrong. He was feeling disgusted and, if not the moral objections for that, he would definitely re-arrange his friend's face with his smack hands.

He liked Noah – sure, he was his best buddy – but as he remembered: groping someone's ass this way, was rather something that should be done to someone more than a friend and… of the opposite gender.

He would love to grope Circe's ass himself… or Holiday's.

Rex shrieked as Noah's hands hovered down his back, disappearing under his trousers.

The older teen's thigh was pressed in between Rex's legs as the dry lips kissed their way down the Mexican's neck.

"if it's a prank…" Rex started, fighting with the urge to puke "…then I do not like it at all"

Noah stopped the groping and stroking - his eyes winded to the size of large pizza's plates.

"you… don't like it?" the blond asked visibly surprised.

Rex glared at the companion.

"I-I… though…" Noah stammered "the signs… you… I though…"

"what signs?" The EVO knitted his eyebrows.

"that you're… gay and tha…" the older teen tried to calm himself

"gay as in… happy?" Rex cut into Noah's sentence. Nothing made sense. The sick feeling was still heavy in his guts.

"as in homosexual" Noah replied bluntly – 'happy'? Noah could bet his own pants it was Six who messed up Rex's vocabulary.

"and the signs were?" Rex chose his wording carefully

"boasting about your affection toward Holiday?" Noah asked.

Rex raised his eyebrows.

"I thought it was a cover" Noah admitted, then cleared his throat as he met Rex's cold glare.

"you're always playing basketball with me despite the fact that you obviously suck at it…" Rex brow twitched at the comment "…and the wet dream, you had as you stayed in my house month ago – you moaned my name"

Rex's face brightened, just thinking about this humiliating situation. Thanks God, Noah's mother was a very understanding woman and approached the whole mess unflinchingly.

"I was dreaming about Circe that night" Rex mumbled "and it wasn't your name - it was 'Now' and 'Ah'! Not 'Noah'!"

"so… you're… straight?" Noah asked after a while disturbing silence.

"Heterosexual?" The blond added meeting Rex's another confused look. The Mexican shrug his shoulders.

"let's just forget about it ok?" Noah asked, trying to save the last speck of respect that Rex might have of him " I will just go… to the bathroom, you know to…"

"to…?" Rex echoed questionably as Noah closed the bathroom's door right before Rex's nose.

"… to take care of… stuff, my happy-…" the sentence was cut short with a shriek as Noah turned on the tap "it's so cooold!"

Rex eyed the doors with disdain.

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