Red and Black – Chapter 19

EXAMS ARE OVER THANK FUCK FINALLY! I now have the whole summer to write for you guys but I might disappear somewhere in the middle cause I'm moving house again and the first weekend of July cause that's speech (graduation) day but apart from that I should be good.

I'm really pleased about all the support I've been receiving on this fic recently, I got my seal of approval from thunderbirdgordon (RP) on Tumblr which is great!

I've also started a new fic called In My Life which you can find on my page and it's one of those new recruit fics.

Anyway, moving on – in which Gordon can't walk and needs Scott to save him.

There was a buzzing sound coming from besides him that came with a bright light. Gordon opened his eyes and squinted at the disturbance. Grunting, he reached over to the night stand to grab it and turn it off. When his vision adjusted he looked at the phone and saw Scott's name with three messages below it. Gordon pushed himself off the covers and sat upright in the king-sized bed and unlocked his phone to look at the messages.

Scott: Dude wake up we're late as hell (9:03)

Scott: Squid-face wake the fuck up you lazy shit (9:14)

Scott: You need to be ready to leave in 10 or I'm draining the pool (9:20)

Gordon looked at the clock on the top of his phone: 9:27

"Fuck!" Gordon said, quite loudly. He thrust the covers off and leapt out of bed. Tim groaned at his absence in the bed, he stretched a little and finally opened his eyes to see a naked Gordon running around the room hurriedly trying to find the clothes they had discarded all over the floor the previous night, at least he was trying to run. Gordon was dragging his feet behind himself as he went, before managing to trip himself and fell face first onto the covers and looked up to see Tim laughing at him.

"Good morning to you too, handsome." He said when he finally finished giggling at his boyfriend's attempt of walking.

"I can't fucking walk!" Gordon protested, but still smiling. Shit, he thought, how the fuck am I gunna explain this one to dad?

"Looks like I did it right!" Came the reply. Gordon buried his face in the sheets to hide his own embarrassment, only to hear the rustling of the fabric getting nearer to him. He lifted his face only to see Tim right in front of him, he smiled as Tim pecked a kiss on his forehead.

"Hang on," he said, and rolled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed his trousers off the floor before pulling them on. He darted to the other side of the bed and threw Gordon's boxers and trousers at him for him to catch. Gordon wriggled into them pretty quickly and tried to stand up again, exquisite pain shooting through him and soon found himself sat down on the bed again.

"So why the rush? You gotta leave this early?" Gordon grinned weakly and held up his phone,

"Scott's gunna be here in two minutes and I'm screwed, thanks to you might I add?" They laughed softly and Tim walked over with his shirt and shoes to kiss him again.

"Just doing my job." Tim said with a suave smirk on his face.

"It should not be legal for you to be this cute and pleased with yourself." Gordon said, still trying to pull himself up as Tim zipped his bag shut and put it by the door of their room.

"How about we change that?" Tim asked, before pulling Gordon's arm around his neck and reaching under him before lifting him off the covers, carrying him bridal style to the door. Gordon tried to protest, but he was enjoying the moment too much to stop laughing. Oh my god, Gordon thought to himself savouring what little time there was left before he's have to leave, please never let this end.

Tim put the red-head down on his feet next to the door and held his waist close to him, tightly; unsure if Gordon still needed support. Gordon ignored the pain and stepped up onto his tiptoes to kiss him again, leaning his arms on his shoulders to keep himself up. But it couldn't end, soon there was a knock at the door, they both knew who it was. Tim let Gordon's waist as he stepped down, and Gordon opened the door.

"Hey bro, we need to leave now, dad wants us for something." Tim reached his palm out to greet Scott,

"Hi, I'm Tim." He said, shaking Scott's hand.

"Hi, it's good to meet you." Scott, answered hurriedly, keen to get going as Gordon wheeled his tiny bag past him. Gordon dashed back inside the room again, cupped Tim's face to gently pull him down for a last kiss, breaking away quickly and sadly running out the door again.

"I love you!" He shouted as he and Scott ran down the hall, hoping that they wouldn't miss their take off slot.

"I love you too!" They heard Tim shout as they reached the elevator, climbing inside and closing the door.

"Ow!" Gordon quietly let out a small wince out pain and smiled lightly as he ran his hand down his back to soothe the source.

"That good?" Scott asked, letting himself sound impressed.

"You would not believe how amazing that was." Came Gordon's reply, dragging his suitcase out of the lift. They talked together as they walked out of the hotel and put their bags into the rented car.

"By the way Scott, thanks for the rubbers." He said as they strapped themselves in.

"No problem, I just want my little brother to be safe." Scott drove them through Paris for some time before finally speaking again.

"Also," Scott began,

"You forgot to mention that he is in fact, really hot." Gordon almost chocked on his own breath, this was certainly not something he had expected to here from his brother.

"I try and make good decisions, don't I?" He smirked, managing to throw something back at him as he attempted to process what just happened.

"You try little brother, you try."

Meh sorry that was kinda shite.

I will update pretty soon, I've got some parties and stuff to go to and two jobs to work but I will do my best.

I'm currently in the middle of planning another fic, so watch this space if you dare.

LATER PEASANTS