[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. Short? Oops? I'm sO sorry?! I have a good excuse for not updating though, lots of Christmas stuff going on at my place right now. Have some grumpy kitty Wykkyd and Joey being Joey.]
Kyd Wykkyd now out of costume sat on his bed, boredly and angrily picking at the coarse strings of his intimidating looking bass guitar. What you'd normally call a 'bad day' is it raining without your umbrella, receiving a pop quiz without your being prepared, perhaps just being confronted with something unexpected. What Elliot called a 'bad day' is being chased through the freezing rain across countless rooftops for several hours because a certain birdie just didn't know when to give up. Robin had attached a device to his cape already, so wherever Kyd Wykkyd teleported Robin was there and ready.
His back hurt, his very bones felt like ice, and he was ready to explode on something or someone.
Crowe had simply popped over to the HIVE to check on Kyd, maybe hang out for a bit until Robin settled down from his 'I hate Kyd Wykkyd he is a jerkface it's his fault I have a cold now' rant.
Crowe opened the door to his boyfriend's room smiling, but instead of being greeting with a kind kiss like he normally was he came face to face with an obviously seething Elliot. Crowe had a feeling from his still drenched hair and shivering body that he knew why Elliot was so angry. The blonde walked over and sat next to Elliot on the still messy dark bed before laying his head on Elliot's shoulder and soothingly running his hand up and down Elliot's upper arm.
"Wanna talk?" Crowe said just above a whisper, as softly as possible. Crowe knew fully well what Elliot was capable of when he was angry, he'd seen him decemate and flatten entire acres of land before.
Crowe took note of the frustrated silence he received in return and took that as a 'no'. Crowe closed his eyes and listened to the deep bass playing a somewhat familiar melody. Crowe opened his eyes to look up at Elliot, noticing how the dark bass's noises were slowly calming him down. His posture was still hunched over the guitar and his face was still scrunched in frustration, but it was slowly working.
Crowe reached up and moved some of Elliot's ebony hair away from his face softly, moving it behind his ear. He softly starting singing the melody Elliot was playing, barely loud enough for Elliot to hear but just enough to calm him to the point of relaxing.
"My youth, my youth is yours, tripping on skies sipping waterfalls, my youth, my youth is yours, runaway now and forevermore, my youth, my youth is yours, a truth so loud you can't ignore, my youth, my youth, my youth...my youth is yours~." Crowe sang subtly as he watched Elliot visibly uncurl and relax from the day's stress. Joey's voice always seemed to calm him, no matter how angry he was or what chaos was consuming him. His life could spiral into some whirlwind twister and nothing around him could dare to make any sense, yet Joey's voice whether he was singing or just speaking to him always rang out above all the noise and hurtful things he told himself.
Joey took off his mask and quickly wiped what make up he could off his face, there was no need for masks or disguises with Elliot. He was the one person Joey could trust his entire life with.
Joey finally got Elliot to let go of the beloved bass, still singing as he set the instrument down on the floor beside the bed. Eventually the couple got into the position where they were both laying down on the bed, Elliot holding him by the waist and laying his head on his much smaller boyfriend's chest. Joey ran his slim fingers through Elliot's ebony hair in a soothing way, still softly singing to him as Elliot sighed in relief from all the tension of today.
"When the lights are flashing like a photobooth and the stars exploding, we'll be fireproof~..." Joey sang softly as he felt Elliot pull him even closer, giggling at his usually nonchalant and emotionless boyfriend's behavior. Elliot leaned up and starting covering Joey's exposed neck in what felt like hundreds of loving kisses, smiling happily. Never in a hundred years would he have expected or thought to be in such a situation before he met Joey. Never once did he dare to dream that one day he'd ever be capable of someone loving him, taking care of him.
Elliot pulled away finally, smiling lovingly as he ran a hand down Joey's face softly. Joey leaned into the hand, melting against the feeling of Elliot's skin against his. Elliot smiled one last time before finally silencing his still singing boyfriend with a slow kiss to Joey's softer lips.
"I love you…" Elliot mused quietly as Joey buried his face in Elliot's chest this time.
[Yeah? I hope to update much more frequently now that I'm back home and not running up and down malls to buy gifts! Reviews and requests are much appreciated, they are what fuel me to keep writing!]