The kiss was gentle and sweet and Feliks was the one to break it.
“I guess I’ll have to change the sheets,” Feliks said, looking at the sticky mess on the comforter. Gilbert’s heart ached. Feliks didn’t have spare sheets.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Gilbert heard his voice say. “You can sleep with me.”
Feliks looked at him. “You’re—you’re really gay, aren’t you?”
“I—“ No, I’m straight, I just find you sexy and fun to fuck with. No, I’m straight, but you look like a girl—even though you have a dick and that doesn’t turn me off. No, I’m straight, I just like you, because you’re fucking hot in drag. No, I’m straight, you’re just fucking hot in drag and look pretty damn cute out of it. No, I’m straight, I just want to protect you and keep you safe. Fuck he sounded like a girl, or like a boy sounds about a girl.
No, I’m straight, but if you were a girl, I’d so date you. No, I’m straight, but that fact that you’re not a girl doesn’t mean that I don’t feel stupid and protective over you or keep me from wanting to fuck you, and hold you, and kiss you.
“Whatever, I’m still not as gay as Francis,” Gilbert said, rising from the bed. Feliks giggled and looked up at him.
“Oh honey, no one’s as gay as Francis Bonnefoy.”
Gilbert grinned and went to get a hand towel. He got it wet and warmed it in the microwave. He was aware of Feliks’ eyes on his awesome naked body. He smirked. Of course they were on him. Where else would they be? The microwave beeped and Gilbert took the cloth out.
“What are you—oh,” Feliks’ voice went soft as Gilbert gently wiped him clean. He slumped against Gilbert. “You’re too good at this.” Gilbert cleaned himself gently and picked Feliks up. “What are you?”
“I told you,” Gilbert said. “You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.” He lifted Feliks up. Feliks giggled and protested he could make it up the ladder himself. Gilbert ignored him and set him gently in the bed before clambering in himself.
“Aren’t you going to take my dress off?” Feliks whispered. Gilbert grinned and pulled the little dress over Feliks’ head and tossed it somewhere. He leaned over, grabbed his metre stick from the small ledge on the wall and turned off the lights. Feliks’ heels made noises as they were tossed across the room.
“Happy now?” Gilbert purred, holding his roommate in his arms. Feliks giggled and kissed him.
“Of course, I am, sexy.”
Gilbert woke up first. His back burned and his calf fucking hurt. He blinked his eyes open and saw Feliks curled up beside him looking positively angelic. Gilbert’s heart thunked in his chest. Feliks looked adorable. He smiled and brushed the hair from his face. He was just so cute!
Feliks scrunched his nose and cuddled closer to Gilbert. He mumbled something about five more minutes. Gilbert grinned. His—his what? Just what was Feliks to him now? After last night? Boyfriend? Fucktoy? Fuck buddy? His death wish?
Feliks opened his eyes and Gilbert stared. Who cared, Feliks was fucking adorable and cute in the morning. Gilbert smiled and touched his cheek tenderly.
“What—what am I doing in your bed?” Feliks asked after awhile. Gilbert’s face fell. Oh right, Feliks probably didn’t remember a thing.
“You don’t remember last night?” Gilbert asked. Feliks shook his head, wide eyed.
“Did I? Did we—oh God, your chest, I didn’t?”
Gilbert sighed. “Yes.”
“Wait, what were you doing, you didn’t like try to pull something, did you, if you, I’ll—“
“Feliks,” Gilbert said. “Shut up.” Feliks obeyed, pushing his lower lip out. Gilbert wanted to bite it. “Alfred brought you home. You were fucking crossfaded because apparently you can’t cope with the thought of Nataliya wanting to have sex with you.”
“Oh God, I told you everything again, didn’t I?” Feliks moaned, hiding his face in his hands. He peeked out in the most fucking adorable way possible. “Go on?”
“So, Alfred brought you home and I punched him because I don’t like his fucking face, oh and you were trying to get into his pants.”
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And he's like so annoying (part 6b/X)
(Anonymous) 2010-09-20 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)“I guess I’ll have to change the sheets,” Feliks said, looking at the sticky mess on the comforter. Gilbert’s heart ached. Feliks didn’t have spare sheets.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Gilbert heard his voice say. “You can sleep with me.”
Feliks looked at him. “You’re—you’re really gay, aren’t you?”
“I—“ No, I’m straight, I just find you sexy and fun to fuck with. No, I’m straight, but you look like a girl—even though you have a dick and that doesn’t turn me off. No, I’m straight, I just like you, because you’re fucking hot in drag. No, I’m straight, you’re just fucking hot in drag and look pretty damn cute out of it. No, I’m straight, I just want to protect you and keep you safe. Fuck he sounded like a girl, or like a boy sounds about a girl.
No, I’m straight, but if you were a girl, I’d so date you. No, I’m straight, but that fact that you’re not a girl doesn’t mean that I don’t feel stupid and protective over you or keep me from wanting to fuck you, and hold you, and kiss you.
“Whatever, I’m still not as gay as Francis,” Gilbert said, rising from the bed. Feliks giggled and looked up at him.
“Oh honey, no one’s as gay as Francis Bonnefoy.”
Gilbert grinned and went to get a hand towel. He got it wet and warmed it in the microwave. He was aware of Feliks’ eyes on his awesome naked body. He smirked. Of course they were on him. Where else would they be? The microwave beeped and Gilbert took the cloth out.
“What are you—oh,” Feliks’ voice went soft as Gilbert gently wiped him clean. He slumped against Gilbert. “You’re too good at this.” Gilbert cleaned himself gently and picked Feliks up. “What are you?”
“I told you,” Gilbert said. “You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.” He lifted Feliks up. Feliks giggled and protested he could make it up the ladder himself. Gilbert ignored him and set him gently in the bed before clambering in himself.
“Aren’t you going to take my dress off?” Feliks whispered. Gilbert grinned and pulled the little dress over Feliks’ head and tossed it somewhere. He leaned over, grabbed his metre stick from the small ledge on the wall and turned off the lights. Feliks’ heels made noises as they were tossed across the room.
“Happy now?” Gilbert purred, holding his roommate in his arms. Feliks giggled and kissed him.
“Of course, I am, sexy.”
Gilbert woke up first. His back burned and his calf fucking hurt. He blinked his eyes open and saw Feliks curled up beside him looking positively angelic. Gilbert’s heart thunked in his chest. Feliks looked adorable. He smiled and brushed the hair from his face. He was just so cute!
Feliks scrunched his nose and cuddled closer to Gilbert. He mumbled something about five more minutes. Gilbert grinned. His—his what? Just what was Feliks to him now? After last night? Boyfriend? Fucktoy? Fuck buddy? His death wish?
Feliks opened his eyes and Gilbert stared. Who cared, Feliks was fucking adorable and cute in the morning. Gilbert smiled and touched his cheek tenderly.
“What—what am I doing in your bed?” Feliks asked after awhile. Gilbert’s face fell. Oh right, Feliks probably didn’t remember a thing.
“You don’t remember last night?” Gilbert asked. Feliks shook his head, wide eyed.
“Did I? Did we—oh God, your chest, I didn’t?”
Gilbert sighed. “Yes.”
“Wait, what were you doing, you didn’t like try to pull something, did you, if you, I’ll—“
“Feliks,” Gilbert said. “Shut up.” Feliks obeyed, pushing his lower lip out. Gilbert wanted to bite it. “Alfred brought you home. You were fucking crossfaded because apparently you can’t cope with the thought of Nataliya wanting to have sex with you.”
“Oh God, I told you everything again, didn’t I?” Feliks moaned, hiding his face in his hands. He peeked out in the most fucking adorable way possible. “Go on?”
“So, Alfred brought you home and I punched him because I don’t like his fucking face, oh and you were trying to get into his pants.”