It's been 3 weeks.
The days became a cycle. Eat, intercourse, eat more, bathe, watch tv, eat again, go back to bed.
They tried to keep their hopes up, but they started to get tired of being indoors.
They missed going to the forest, they missed walking to the nacho stand, they even missed that damned observatory.
Smart Beavis was taking a bath in the bathroom. And Smart Butthead was on the couch reading a book that he acquired from earth.
It was called Of Mice and Men, it was an old American book about 2 best friends working at a cattle ranch far away from home. One of them, named Lennie, had special needs, and the other, George always had to guide him with everything.
An incident involving Lennie had them both chased away from their hometown.
It sounded innocent at first, but the more you read, the more depressing it became.
Smart Beavis read through it once and never wanted to read it again.
Smart Butthead chose it as his favorite earth book.
He compared George and Lennie to him and Smart Beavis, rejects who have nowhere to fit in.
George loved Lennie like a brother, and protected him by making excuses for Lennie's disability, and doing anything in his power to keep him happy, until he had no choice but to do something drastic to save him from a worse fate.
Smart Butthead thought of it as a beautitful story about rejection from society and how cruel the world could be. The second half and ending of the book might have been unfortunate, but Smart Butthead still loved the tale nonetheless.
He was quick to finish it, but he didn't feel like reading through it again, even though he did it nearly every time he picked up that book in particular.
He placed it on the coffee table and soon thought about Smart Beavis. He had only started his bath 15 minutes ago, and had welcomed Smart Butthead to join him if he wanted.
Smart Butthead was much more used to water, but still was uncomfortable with it and it usually takes him forever to settle down. But he was starting to miss Smart Beavis. So he got up from the choice and walked into the bathroom.
Smart Beavis' underdress were folded and stored underneath the towel rack, neither of them had to wear their robes, there was no need since they weren't going into public anytime soon.
Smart Butthead sighed before removing his own underdress, storing it on the other side of the rack.
He stared at the deformed mirror for a second, a reminder of his tantrum from a few weeks ago. He shut his eyes and quickly turned away, not wanting to be reminded.
He opened the bath curtain to find Smart Beavis on one side, only his head and upper chest was visible. He filled the tub nearly to the brim, and it was full of suds from the liquid soap he poured.
His eyes darted to Smart Butthead and he scooched over, allowing Smart Butthead to sit down slowly. He was visibly disturbed by the inability to see the water.
"Glad you could join me, Smart Butthead. Make yourself comfortable." Smart Beavis said, smiling softly.
Smart Butthead gave him a small smile in response. He sat so that his knees were visible, he scooched over to where Smart Beavis was and wrapped an arm around him.
"I'm always comfortable when I'm with you…"
As he spoke, Smart Beavis began to rub soap into his skin, and began cleaning him.
They spend the time chatting away about random subjects before Smart Beavis lifted his left hand above the water.
"Have I ever shown you this?" He pressed his hand on the water, where steam began to fill the room.
Smart Butthead stared in wonder. He knew Smart Beavis could have fire or plasma come from his fingertips. But he wasn't aware of his ability to create steam with water.
Smart Beavis never failed to surprise him, and he's known the guy for 19 years (probably more in normal earth years).
He himself had neat powers. He could move portals, teleport, and was part of the smartest known race in existence.
And those were only the default abilities his species had. Everyone had at least one unique power, while the supreme leaders had everything.
Smart Butthead just had the ability to control glass.
Sure it would come in handy, but it couldn't create wonders like Smart Beavis' pyrokinesis.
He hated to admit it, but he was jealous to a certain degree.
He gave Smart Beavis a kiss on the cheek as an attempt to get the thought out of his mind. His skin was soft and warm, it would be better if he was dried off and out of the bathtub.
Smart Beavis quickly turned around and embraced him, planting kisses all over his neck.
Smart Butthead rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Smart Beavis, you are too adorable."
"And you have an enormous shlong." Smart Beavis replied.
Smart Butthead was flustered by the comment, smiling sheepishly at him as Smart Beavis loosened his embrace to face his lover.
"I hope we can go home soon…" He sighed under his breath. Smart Butthead hard hum and put a hand under his chin, propping his head up.
"I hope so too, even though I feel at home with you anywhere…"
They shared a kiss that lasted about a minute or two before they both pulled away.
Smart Beavis nuzzled into his shoulder, unplugging the water, causing it all to slowly go down the drain.
Smart Butthead watched it flow down, it reminded him of how his fear sparked in the first place.
He wasn't ready to tell Smart Beavis his perspective of the story, but Smart Beavis had already read the file about it.
Smart Beavis stepped out first, wrapping a towel around his body. Before tossing a towel to Smart Butthead, who was still in the tub.
He snapped out of his trance and quickly dried himself. Putting his underdress back on and grabbing Smart Beavis' hand after he does the same.
Smart Beavis began to feel hungry, and tapped Smart Butthead's shoulder, hoping he could satisfy his appetite.
"Smart Butthead, could you please order us something to eat, I cannot wait for dinner to be served and I'm afraid it's going to be trash like yesterday."
Smart Butthead got out his communicator. "What do you desire?"
Smart Beavis pondered over that for a second. "Maybe… just some soup?"
Smart Butthead nodded before typing in the request and sending it.
Suddenly he noticed an old text notification in his inbox. It was from Smart Stuart, who somehow got his number. Worst of all, there was no block feature.
"Hey, how are you and Smart Beavis doing? I can try to swing by whenever I can but if you have ANY questions about what is going on, I can explain everything."
Smart Butthead grimaced, but was curious when they could leave.
So he texted back.
"I would like to know when this will end, and when we will be sent home."
He put his communicator on the coffee table and smiled as he focused his attention onto Smart Beavis.
Smart Beavis grinned back, leaping into his arms bridal style.
Smart Butthead planted a kiss on his lips. "Where to, my beloved?"
Smart Beavis pointed to the couch, where Smart Butthead walked and sat down, letting his boyfriend lay in his lap.
The way Smart Beavis looked as he made himself comfortable nearly melted his lover's heart. He was curled up into a tiny ball, looking up at his partner expecting him to give him affection.
Smart Butthead caved in and caressed him, before turning on the tv for background noise.
He soon saw his communicator vibrate, and he checked if Smart Stuart replied to this question, turns out he did.
"Apologies, but I don't have a proper answer. But I will probably be given one in around 2-4 weeks. I could find a way to pay you both a visit if ever desired."
Smart Butthead sighed heavily, a small "Damn it." emitting from his mouth, and was getting ready to reply before Smart Beavis snatched the communicator from his hand, looking through the message history.
"How was he able to contact you?" He muttered under his breath as he search through.
He sighed as well and handed the communicator back.
"I don't know if I can handle staying here too much longer."
He reached his hands out to hold Smart Butthead's face.
"But, at least it will be with you and only you, and I think I can wait longer for an answer because of that reason."
He pressed his lips against Smart Butthead's, not letting go for a second or two before pulling away.
The door knocked, signaling their order had arrived and Smart Butthead got up from the couch to grab it.
He returned with a large bowl of cheddar broccoli soup, Smart Beavis' favorite.
Smart Butthead handed it to him, which caused him to perk up and eat it quickly, he LOVED the stuff.
Smart Beavis took a spoonful and pointed it towards Smart Butthead's mouth, in which he gladly accepted the small amount of soup. And soon enough, they were sharing it while watching some cheap drama series.
Soon, the bowl was empty, mainly because of Smart Beavis' appetite. He sighed and rested against Smart Butthead's body, satisfied.
Smart Butthead sensed his tiredness and carried him to the bedroom, keeping him in his arms as he slid under the covers.
"Dear, would you desire anything else before you rest?" Smart Butthead asked.
Smart Beavis grasped his hand. "Can you tell me where that song is from? The song that I hear you hum."
Smart Butthead sighed, knowing he had to be honest.
"It was made up by that worker at the lab, the one who'd always care for us."
Smart Beavis tilted his head. "The one with the turquoise hair?"
Smart Butthead nodded. "Yes, her. Sometimes, when you would cry in the middle of the night, she could come up to our quarters and hold you, while humming that tune. She'd also hum it while feeding us our meals. It stuck with me, and It's still soothing to me."
Smart Beavis smiled lovingly. "Well, I wish I could remember hearing her voice, but at least I can hear it coming from you. And you sound like an angel."
Smart Butthead playfully shoved him. "No, I do not. Quit trying to flatter me."
Smart Beavis kept his smile, pressing his face into his boyfriend's chest.
"Can I at least hear it again?"
He felt his head be caressed before hearing his love's answer of "Anything for you, my dearest."
He heard his soft voice hum, and it soothed him once again. He yawned, kissing his neck, the vibrations from his voice being felt on his lips.
Smart Butthead rocked him back and forth, looking down as Smart Beavis drifted to sleep. He was also getting tired, and the rocking stopped once his lover was asleep.
He planted a kiss on the bridge of his nose.
"Goodnight, love."
