Loonatics Story: Night Out - Part 2
Title: Night Out
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: TechxRev
Disclaimer: I don't own the Loonatics.
Summary: A night out on the town, a few good drinks with your buddies. Laughing and joking - then being reminded of your past and mistakes. Alcohol dulls the pain; but it also dulls common sense. He woke up, naked and sore, with his nose pressed to Rev's stomach....
Warnings: Beer, Bourbon, and SEX. Wiley sex at that.
Continued from Part 1 -----> http://g33kg1rl.livejournal.com/29750.html
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It was like following a trail of chaos and destruction. Feathers here and there, clothing flung wildly throughout the halls, several inventions tossed to the side as well as a net lying in the middle of a corridor. Duck had thought nothing of it other than Rev being lazy at first - but then he saw a large red shirt, and shoes that most certainly didn’t belong to the roadrunner ; and then he saw a pair of pants, oil stained and too long in the legs and too wide at the hips for the bird.
Duck raised a brow at them on the way to his room, stepping over a fizzled out and slightly damaged freeze ray, before staring blankly at his door with a vaguely coyote shaped dent in it. Rolling his eyes and then regretting it as the pounding pain in his head took over again and reminded him he had a hangover; Duck entered his room and threw the hula skirt from him, scowling at it. He had no idea why he was wearing it when he woke up. Probably some prank that idiotic rabbit dressed him in just to take pictures and soil his good reputation.
Changing his clothes and putting on a pair of sunglasses (there was never an excuse to not be stylish - even with a hangover), Duck then made his way to the kitchen so he could make himself his famous hangover remedy. Stumbling over half turned out pants and again further down the hall over a pair of shoes, Duck snarled then groaned and held his head. “I think the mutt finally ate motor mouth! He kicked the shoe across the hall and past the kitchen door.
“Not so loud.” Lexi whispered, her eyes still closed and her head cradled in her hands.
Ace lifted his own pair of sunglasses to look at Duck, his eyes red shot and his own hangover drink in hand. “What are yous talkin’ abouts, Duck?” He husked, his voice low and raspy.
Duck scowled and shook a pair of boxers off his foot, pointing at the clothing. “These. They’re everywhere.” He opened the fridge and pulled out a can of tomato juice and various other ingredients for his cure.
Lexi rubbed her eyes and sat back in her chair slow and cautious. “What?” She asked, a bit more of a snip to her voice.
“There’s feathers in the hallway. Is that clear enough for ya?” Duck snarled and slammed his mixer on the counter.
Everyone groaned in pain and bowed their heads, waiting for the pounding to stop.
It was several minutes and a painful blender whirling before anyone tried to remember what they were talking about before.
“Dabgrua be thuna?” Slam asked as he entered, pointing over his shoulder with a raised brow.
“Yeah, no idea what the feathers are about.” Duck laughed weakly, sipping at his drink. “My door even has a dent in it!”
Slam’s face twisted up in surprise - he was far more together than the others due to the fact he apparently suffered from no hangover. “Thugbu grubana Rev?”
“Well my feather’s sure ain’t blue.”
Ace frowned, “Come on guys, you know how Rev gets when he is totally wasted. He probably ran around naked.”
“Whrud hubav dwghi, buet gesv Tech?” Slam agreed only to raise a brow at their leader.
The bunny blinked and even Lexi lifted her head at that question. Where was Tech? The coyote had been adamant at the beginning of the night that he was going to drive them home. Well, they were home, but if Tech hadn’t been drunk, where was he? No one had seen him yet.
Then again, it was nearly noon. He was probably working already.
“Sudmak rabneskri geroi, bar skig ghowe picture Mallory rekfdi kiss-kissy.” Slam remembered, tapping his finger against his chin as he thought that over - and then headed for his pantry and proceeded to empty it out for breakfast - well, lunch.
Duck’s face went ashen and a light bulb went off. “Oh shit… that’s right! That reporter showed Tech that picture.”
“Yeahs,” Ace recalled, nodding in agreement as he vaguely remembered Tech leaving the table for the bar.
Duck scratched his head, if Tech did get drunk - and there was no roadrunner yet to be seen - what happened?
Ace was first from the table, swaying in place from the bout of dizziness that hit him, and he headed down the hall. Duck close on his fuzzy tail.
He just knew it! Duck had always said that one day the mutt would go crazy and eat one of them. He probably had tried to fry the poor bird brain after they got home. Rev was probably drugged and was running for his life, at normal roadrunner speed with no hope of escaping a hungry predator. He could just see it now, the torn remains, the milky eyes of his dead comrade, laid out like a feast on the floor of the coyote’s room.
“Oh my God, he ate Rev!” Duck shouted, his hands gripping at his head.
Lexi whined at his screaming and rubbed at her temple, raising a brow at him, “I don’t think he ate him.”
“But look at that dent in the wall! They must have attacked each other!”
“Keep it down, Duck. We’ll find out everythin’ in a sec!” Ace hissed and waved the panicking fowl off and reached for the laboratory’s door where the trail of destruction seemed to end.
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He woke slowly, warm and secure, pressed into the couch cushions. Rev could feel a few of his feathers bent and pushed out of place from the position he was in, but he didn’t care, it felt good. He felt good.
Wriggling and trying to get under the covers, Rev’s brow furrowed and he had a moment of annoyance because he couldn’t get the blankets up over his shoulders. And his foot was stuck. He pouted and tried again, curling his fingers in the thick fur to try and pull it over him-
Rev’s eyes snapped open and he stared up at a ceiling filled with wires and computer screens as well as various contraptions. His head hurt a bit, humming in that painful way a light hangover gave him and he looked to his chest. Tech slept on him, his nose pressing into his hip and a hand splayed across his chest. Rev’s head fell back, his lungs pulling for air and his mind spun wildly, a hundred questions running through his head - till one moment of clarity hit him. “We make a great team.” Everything rushed to the forefront of his brain, shoving his headache aside and he focused on the one glaring fact of all this - he and Tech had slept together.
Swallowing hard, Rev shifted again, looking down at Tech, his fur mussed, a bit of drool lining the corner of his mouth, and his ears flopped every which way.
He felt a flush spreading over his skin and his feathers rose along his arms and chest. Shyly, he reached out and smoothed a bit of his hair down between his ears, his fingers curling along his neck. Rev blushed a little more. His belly flipped the more he remembered of their night together. The longer he had a chance to really take in this situation the more nervous he became because this scenario was one he hadn’t realistically thought he would ever have a chance at.
It almost ruined him in that moment, thinking this would never happen again - sober at any rate. He struggled to get some leverage and pull himself up slowly, sitting with the coyote laying on his legs and pressed snug against his stomach and hips. His backside protested and he sucked in a breath, shifting and feeling the residual ache within his body. Rev’s crest flared, sticking up a bit more till his nerves got the best of him and it immediately fell flat against his head. Stroking Tech’s fur and smoothing it down along his shoulders, Rev trembled and bit his lower lip, taking a moment to study him, to feel him and remember the weight of Tech; how the coyote curled so naturally around him.
It didn’t surprise him when he began to notice signs of Tech waking up. It scared him and he wished he could run, but he also feared what leaving might mean… and there was still hope that if he stayed, maybe there could be more between them.
He did lie down though, flinging an arm over his eyes to try and calm himself, to pretend he was asleep, to deny having just watched the coyote slumber; anything. His feathers fluffed away from his body. At the first moaning groan and the nuzzling and sniffing of Tech’s nose against his stomach and further down to his crotch. Rev gasped and Tech jerked, wincing as he opened his eyes just enough for him to stare at Rev’s abdomen.
Tech lay very still, his fingers curling through Rev’s feathers as he began to wake. Over his shoulder Rev could see his tail waking up and moving in the laziest wag he had ever seen. But it stopped and Tech sat up a bit more, rubbing his eyes and face till he could really look at him - and he blinked in surprise, his nostrils flaring, taking in the scent that lay between them once more and Rev could practically see Tech’s brain jump-start itself.
Rev had no doubts he looked panicked. He was feeling the same with how fast his own heart was beating against his ribs. Tech stared at his face, comprehension slow in coming and when everything fit into place and he came to the same jumbled memory as Rev had just minutes before, Tech jerked backwards, pushing away from him, a knee sliding forward and under Rev’s thigh to try and sit back.
Rev grabbed him, alarm overpowering him like a thrumming clock counting down to his destruction. Though he was horrified that he and Tech were going to have to talk about this, he was downright terrified of Tech panicking more than he already was and coming to some conclusion that couldn’t be further from the truth. Rev’s hands gripped at Tech’s shoulders, keeping him from fleeing the couch, forcing him to stay where he was.
The coyote’s nostrils flared again and his eyes flicked down between them and then back to Rev, his eyes wide.
Rev’s fingers moved from Tech’s shoulders to the back of his neck. His stomach flipped because he so brazenly buried his fingers into Tech’s fur. He stared at him owlishly, the blush draining from his face and his feathers lay tight over his body. All he could do was stare, desperate for him to see something in his fear that would give Tech the understanding that though this didn’t happen the way it should have, it wasn’t unwanted.
What was he supposed to say? Rev had forced this situation on every count. He had kissed him, he had seduced him, he had… even the sex, he had encouraged everything to this point - and even now, he had forced Tech to stay right where he was. Rev pulled his fingers free, though, he was unable to stop himself from dragging his palms down to his collarbone one last time. Rev’s lips parted and he blinked several times, lost on what to say for the first time in several years.
He moved and Rev jerked his eyes back up to Tech’s face, watching the coyote shyly smooth the hair atop his head down, amber eyes peeking at him, much more relaxed than before. “Hey…” Tech whispered.
Rev offered a nervous smile, his crest rising slowly with relief, “Hey-”
The sudden cry of panic from behind the door made them both jerk and pull away from each other, standing by the couch - and it was a contest as to what was more distracting; the fact some of their fellow comrades were obviously just outside of the lab or the fact they were both naked in front of the other. Rev could only vouch for himself because the latter was definitely where his mind was at. Being able to see Tech standing there unclothed and for his eyes only was a memory he most certainly was going to savor.
“Oh my God, he ate Rev!” Duck shouted, from the other side of the door.
“Uh…” Tech hesitated then his hands shot up and his powers flared, the locks on the doors sliding into place just as the handle wiggled and jiggled.
“But look at that dent in the wall! They must have attacked each other!”
“So…” Tech fumbled, a blush beginning to line his cheeks. “I think they want in.”
Rev nodded, snapping out of his reverie. “Uh, right…” he glanced about the room and dashed off, nothing but a lingering breeze as he jumped the balcony and by sheer momentum he ran along the side of the building to his own balcony and bedroom. He stumbled inside, pulling clothes on hurriedly, struggling into his pants. He paused suddenly, staring blankly at the t-shirt in hand. Rev reached behind him, sliding his fingers through his tail feathers and pressing his palm against his backside. He closed his eyes, shivering at the feel of the raw and aching sensation flaring inside him, at the brilliant pressure he placed there. He liked it very much; it was like a brand that no one else knew of; no one else would ever see - unless he were Tech.
Shaking himself from the fantasy, Rev scolded himself for the daydream. He didn’t know what any of this meant yet. Pulling his shirt on and struggling to walk without a noticeable limp, he hurried through the hallways, coming up behind the group as they tried every code they could think of to get the lab doors open. “What’s-going-on-guys?”
“Tech ate Rev!” Duck shrieked, pounding on the door. “I never got to say goodbye to the feather-butt!” he sobbed.
Rev was very happy for the feathers over his face - it hid the fact he was blushing and that fleeting memory of Tech’s talented tongue exploring… various territories down south.
“We’s checkin’ in on the Tech-man. He’s got inventions all over da place and a bunch of ‘em are busted up-” Ace stopped and blinked at Rev. Slam gave a shout of joy and hugged Rev, who gagged and struggled to get away.
Lexi laughed weakly at the sight of him then winced and held her head. “Ow… I’m glad you’re alive. I’m going to go hide under my bed now.” She whimpered and practically crawled away.
Duck didn’t say a word. In fact, he resolutely tried not to look at him or indicate he had just moments ago been worried. “Good ta see ya up before the crack of noon.” He grumbled.
Smiling up at Slam and then to Ace, he zipped forward, trying to be himself, trying to act as though nothing should be out of the ordinary of the fact he had indeed been inside the lab not 69.3 seconds ago. “So-you-trying-to-get-in-and-see-Tech? I-can-help! I-helped-program-most-of-the-codes-in-HQ! I-can-override-this-sucker-in-no-time!” he grinned and zipped over to the control panel and began furiously typing into the miniature computer. He purposefully typed in random codes and false starts to give Tech more time, but even for Rev, he couldn’t take too long and the locks clicked open and Rev was pushing the door open and walking inside soon enough with a skip to hide the aching waddle he felt like actually moving too.
“Tech-buddy?” Ace called, gazing about the room.
Slam wrinkled his nose as he entered and then sniffed again. His face twisted up and Rev felt a cold sweat break out over his brow. He glanced to the Tasmanian devil and shifted from one foot to the other.
“Smells like feet in here.” Duck scowled and kicked a grease rag out of his way and it landed on the table he and Tech had spent a majority of their time on.
“Hey, Tech? We’s haven’t seen yous this mornin’.” Ace called, peeking around one of the larger vehicles in the lab.
Slam sniffed at the air again, then blinked in surprise and rounded on Rev, his mouth opening, but Rev shot forward, grabbing Slam’s lips and holding them shut, shooting a nervous look at Ace and Duck to make sure they hadn’t noticed. Rev shook his head violently, eyes wide as he stared at Slam, trembling in fear and desperate for the Tasmanian to not say anything of what he had just discovered in scent alone. Even his feathers puffed up in worry.
“Tech? Yous in here?” Ace frowned and placed his hands on his hips before venturing further into the enormous room.
Nodding hesitantly, Slam was released and seemed a bit dazed. He looked about the room again, looked to Rev, looked around the room. His eyes stopped on the lab table, back to Rev and then he laughed aloud and left the room, a rather amused glimmer in the devil’s eyes.
“Hey, dog-breath, you still alive?”
Rev sighed and snuck further into the lab, joining Ace and Duck as they worked their way around the equipment and machines. Duck paused to inspect one of the sky jets Tech was working on for the group when Rev spotted him first, his legs and tail sticking out from under one of his vehicles. Nudging Ace in the ribs, Rev hopped from one foot to the other, offering a grin that he hoped looked real instead of as phony as a $250 dollar bill.
“Oi! Tech!” Ace called again and Tech rolled out from under the vehicle, a dirty t-shirt and a loose and oily pair of pants on with headphones over his ears. He sat up and pulled them off, blinking innocently up at the three of them.
“Hey guys. Sorry, didn’t hear you. I’ve been working under here all morning.” He smiled and got to his feet, dusted himself off and placed his tools to the side. Rev held his breath as he tilted his head the moment the coyote bent over, his tail swaying lazily in the air.
Ace snorted and folded his arms, smirking at Duck. “See? Told yous. Tech here would never eat his good pal Rev!”
Tech’s face twisted up and he looked to Duck, a scowl immediately taking root. “I may be a coyote but I don’t allow my baser instincts to take over.” He growled, pushing past Duck, not giving Rev a second look.
His stomach flipped and Rev reminded himself this was an act. They could talk later when there wasn’t an audience.
“Yeah right!” Duck scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “Then why are your clothes everywhere and inventions broken all over the Tower? I even found some of Rev’s feathers in them!” he pointed a finger, eyes wild with accusation.
Tech simply raised a brow at Duck, allowing the silence to do the work for him before he spoke. “Are you done?”
Duck rolled his eyes.
“Rev was a bit tipsy last night.” Tech explained, staring directly at Duck. “The alcohol was slowing him down, but he is still a roadrunner and even in his inebriated state he was extremely fast. I had to employ many of my babies to try and catch him before he did something to hurt himself.” He explained, finally looking to Rev, silently asking for backup now. “Rev is a rather… friendly drunk; as well as a silly drunk. He kept trying to get me to play games.”
He stared at him for a moment, shocked at the implications his last sentence implied. Puffing up with indignation, Rev forced a laugh, glaring at the coyote as he scratched the back of his head, “Yeah… friendly. I-got-into-Tech’s-room-at-one-point-and-managed-to-get-him-to-play-dress-up-like-my-own-personal-doll.” He narrowed his eyes, his crest rising and tail ruffling loudly, “I-think-Tech-liked-being-told-what-to-do.”
Tech bristled slightly but not enough for Duck to notice - Ace did glance at Rev in confusion, but thanks to his hangover, Ace just didn’t want to deal with any of this at the moment. “Right then, well, I’ma give Lexi’s plan a shot. Hidin’ in bed seems like’a good idea ta me.”
Smiling at Ace, Tech nodded, waving to him, “Right; and I’ll clean up the mess, don’t worry about it,” he called after him, glancing at Duck who was rubbing his still throbbing head.
“So what the hell did you give Rev so he doesn’t have a hangover?” He whined, glaring at the roadrunner like it was his fault he was still feeling the effects of getting totally smashed the night before.
Rev blinked and opened his mouth, a very intelligent, “Uhhhh…” escaping.
“Water.” Tech piped up, staring at Rev directly. Duck might as well have not been there for all the attention he was giving the duck. “Now, I have work to do. Loud work.”
Grumbling, Duck waved his hand at the mutt and left, “-get no respect around here, even when trying to save the life of your comrade-” his voice trailed out of range - and the second he was gone, Tech raised his hand to the door, flicking it shut and locking it soundly behind him.
Rev puffed up again, his feathers rising and his crest bristling atop his head. His fists fell on his hips, daring Tech to insult him again. He had not wanted this. He had thought for a fleeting moment after they had woken up that perhaps everything would be okay that he might for the second time in his life get his wish granted. But one was enough. He should have known that. He shouldn’t have expected so much in the first place.
The coyote took a moment to set his wrench to the side, amber eyes never leaving his. As he approached, Rev held onto the annoyance, the anger, the hurt… he had too. If he wanted any hope to get through this with any sort of dignity.
Tech stared at him, stopping in front of him with no more than a foot of space between them. His ears twisted to listen at the door and then back towards Rev - then his tail dropped, hanging limp behind him and he swallowed nervously. Rev tilted his head.
“So… I think we have a few hours before they check on me again.” He said, averting his eyes. “Um…. We should probably...” he paused peeking at Rev then away again.
The anger evaporated and was replaced with embarrassment. Was it really going to be this awkward between them from now on? Rev shifted from one foot to the other. “I-might-have-been-drunk-but-I-wasn’t-so-drunk-that-I-was-playing-games-with-you. I… I-really…” he swallowed hard. What was he supposed to say after that? The awkwardness was already overwhelming enough as it was.
Tech rubbed along the length of his nose, nibbling at the corner of his lip. “Well…”
Rev blushed and folded his arms over his chest, hunching in on himself defensively. “The chase was hot.” He mumbled, his toes curling against the floor.
Chuckling and forcing Rev to look back at him, Tech smiled, staring down at their feet as well. “It was rather… stimulating.”
He caught Rev’s eye. The nervous pre-Loonatics, post-grad scientist was standing there in front of him instead of Tech E. Coyote, super genius and inventor extraordinaire. Rev could almost image the coke-bottle thick glasses on his nose making his amber eyes much larger and goofy. He wondered if Tech saw him as the same struggling college kid he had been when they first met with no direction in his life. He had been naked of the majority of his feathers for the first three months after the meteor hit; and if it hadn’t been for Zadavia, he would still be trying to pay off those medical bills. Rev had only found his calling in life after dropping out of school to study with Tech.
The silence curled around them, claiming everything except the air they shared between them, heating up the space and tugging at their chests like an invisible thread connected them.
“Sorry…” Rev swallowed, his feathers falling and laying sleek against his skin.
Tech only stared at him for a while, his tongue flicking out to lick at his lips. “W-why? I’m the one who should apologize. I wasn’t nearly as drunk as you.”
Looking down and nodding, Rev tried to hide the lump of ice that just dropped in his belly, “I-just-mean-I’m-sorry-for-getting-you-into-this-mess. Don’t-worry, I-won’t-let-this-get-in-the-way-of-the-team. It-was-just-one-night, right? No-reason-it-should-keep-us-from-working-together-like-we’ve-always-done.” He smiled, weak and dishonest - and Rev knew it showed. He shouldn’t have been surprised. Why on earth would Tech want to be saddled with someone like him? He knew he was annoying to him at times - but in his defense he only did that because he enjoyed watching Tech get riled up because of him.
“No, I didn’t mean that-”
“I-should-go-shower-and-get-something-to-eat. I’ll-check-back-later-see-if-there-is-anything-I-can-do…” He babbled as he walked to the door, eager to flee and leave these feelings behind - or at least allow himself to mourn the loss of what could have been in the safety of his shower.
Tech’s hand grabbed his elbow, stopping him and staring at him with wide eyes, “Did… did I hurt you?”
Rev’s face contorted in confusion. How could he answer that without being honest?
“You’re walking funny. I didn’t… I shouldn’t have....” he growled, staring at Rev’s hips as though expecting to see blood and damage.
“I’m-not-hurt.” He insisted, pulling his arm away from his grasp. “I’m-just-sore.” He huffed and immediately blushed afterwards. “Just-unlock-the-door-please. I’ll-get-out-of-your-hair.”
He did as he asked - Tech waved his hand, the door opened and Rev left, a stiffness in his back and a brave walk to try and cover up the fact the lingering ache that had been so wonderful just minutes ago, was now a stab to the heart because it now became a reminder that last night was a mistake.
Rev swallowed hard, hurrying as quickly as possible through the halls to get to his room and hide for a while. He hadn’t expected this - of every possible outcome, he had thought there would be something more to their actions than a brushing aside of it. He stopped, pressing a hand to the wall of the hallway, holding himself up and trying to remember how to breathe.
“Rev?”
The roadrunner jolted and turned sharply, looking over his shoulder at Tech down at the end of the hallway. Panic throbbed into his body, leaving him with only his fight or flight instincts. He fled, slow and emotional steps trying to get him out of there. Biting his lower beak, Rev could hear the coyote following him, close behind and gaining. He just needed to get to his room, shut that door and he could shut out the pain like he always did.
But hands grabbed him, arms wrapping about him securely and pulling him back against a broad chest. One arm wrapped about his shoulders and neck, leaving him with no option but to lean back against him, wilting where he stood - and the arm around his waist tightened, drawing him flush against his body.
Rev choked on a sob. Squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing hard, Rev took a moment to focus on not crying. He was a grown roadrunner - he wasn’t supposed to feel this weak. It took a moment and Tech’s brow to press against his shoulder before he shuddered and gripped at his arms, not sure if he was clinging to him or getting ready to push him away. Tech tightened his hold on him, turning his head to nuzzle at his neck, and Rev melted all the further. A shuddering breath wracked his body and Rev clung to Tech’s hand.
“I really-really like you…” Rev’s voice barely spoke - though with the way Tech’s ear hung down near his mouth, the coyote was sure to hear him.
“I like you too.” Tech whispered back.
Rev shook his head, his face twisting up once again and he turned his head toward his, pressing his cheek to Tech’s. “No, I really-really like you. I wouldn’t have done that last night if I didn’t…. if I didn’t like you in that way.”
Tech remained silent and Rev turned away, his belly twisting in on itself so tightly he felt as though nothing but pain was replacing the blood in his veins and his bones were cracking and shattering through his body with despair.
There was a kiss to his cheek and Rev shook, suddenly pushing at his arms and needing to get away. “Don’t…”
“I think I always liked you too… I just didn’t realize till last night in what way.” Tech tightened his arms, keeping him in place, holding him tight against his body.
Rev’s head fell back, turning slightly so his beak pressed against Tech’s temple. He paused, his shattered heart hovering within his breast like glass shards frozen in time. “I-really-wanted-to-date-you.”
Tech’s fingers rubbed at his hip, breathing deeply against him. As warm and solid as this moment felt, it hurt. This was what he wanted, Tech didn’t….Rev inhaled sharply, eyes snapping open as he was twirled about, suddenly facing Tech with the coyote’s hands cupping his cheeks. “Okay.”
Snorting and turning his eyes away, Rev touched his hands, curling his fingers about the coyote’s and he pushed them gently from his face. “You don’t have to make up for anything. I started it-”
“I’m not.” Tech blushed, his thumbs grabbing onto Rev’s fingers before he had a chance to drop his hands. Rev stared at their hands, another patter of his heart and a fresh rush of dread overwhelming him.
Stepping into his space, blushing deeper, tail tucked between his legs, Tech nudging his nose at the corner of Rev’s beak. The roadrunner peeked towards him, catching his eyes.
“Rev, I would really like to see where this goes.”
“Why?” He whispered, his hands still gripping tightly to Tech’s hands, unwilling to let them go even as Tech began to wrap his arms about his waist.
“Because…I like you. Who better to-” Rev watched his cheeks warm up and color under his sparse fur along his muzzle, “-to fall in love with than your best friend?”
Rev smiled, weak and watery, his fingers tightening about his behind him at the small of his back. The ache within him warmed, become a whole feeling; a feeling of bliss that was suddenly a promise for happy and new memories presented to him.
“I would like that.” He whispered, though he shook. He didn’t want this sudden hope to disappear.
Tech smiled, a bit scared, a bit nervous as well, but nodded, staring him in the eyes, releasing one of his hands so he could in turn press his palm against Rev’s shoulder, “Me too.” he assured. Tech hesitated and Rev’s stomach flipped, though this time the fear was dissipating and a heady, anxious feeling rushed in, making him dizzy.
“You-can-kiss-me-now.” Rev blurted out on a dying voice.
Another smile, a soft chuckle, and Tech leaned in, kissing him, wrapping him securely against him and Rev clung to him, melting, clinging to his clothing, and he cooed in his throat. This was a good kiss, Rev decided and wrapped an arm about Tech’s neck. And it was a start. He had honestly thought his fantasies would remain just that; till last night; and again this morning he had thought his hopes would be dashed when Tech told him it was just a one time thing. He had thought this would just be nothing but a memory. This kiss though, this kiss that swept him up into the warmth of Tech’s fur, this kiss that came after words of affirmation and wanting to try; this kiss was a promise, a confirmation that it wasn’t just himself who had these feelings. Rev chirped bravely, letting him know he was happy, and Tech rumbled in agreement, his fingers threading through Rev’s tail feathers, pressing against that ache…
And Rev loved it. He loved him. They just needed time to explore this new part of their lives between each other. And perhaps a few extra-curricular activities thrown in on the side too. Rev didn’t want to give up these kisses and groping hands so easily.
Rev pulled back, his feathers ruffling and he shivered, staring into darkened eyes rimmed in gold. “Meep meep.” He gasped, holding tight to Tech’s fur.
Tech nodded, licking his lips.
It was unspoken, something they both wanted and didn’t need to voice. Rev turned running down the hall with Tech close on his heels and occasionally swiping his fingers through his tail feathers. They collided against his door, fumbling against each other, groping each other, struggling to open the door as their lips locked and they fell into the bedroom; Tech’s powers clenched and locked the door behind them. A humming moan of approval echoing from the bedroom; and more followed throughout the rest of the day.
The clothing in the hallway never did get picked up.
~End~
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Author's Note:
It took me many long years to finally post this thing, but here it is :) Robina, I hope you like it. After editing it and fixing it up, I rather love it myself now. <3
I hope you enjoyed it!
~Melissa the Damgel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: TechxRev
Disclaimer: I don't own the Loonatics.
Summary: A night out on the town, a few good drinks with your buddies. Laughing and joking - then being reminded of your past and mistakes. Alcohol dulls the pain; but it also dulls common sense. He woke up, naked and sore, with his nose pressed to Rev's stomach....
Warnings: Beer, Bourbon, and SEX. Wiley sex at that.
Continued from Part 1 -----> http://g33kg1rl.livejournal.com/29750.html
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It was like following a trail of chaos and destruction. Feathers here and there, clothing flung wildly throughout the halls, several inventions tossed to the side as well as a net lying in the middle of a corridor. Duck had thought nothing of it other than Rev being lazy at first - but then he saw a large red shirt, and shoes that most certainly didn’t belong to the roadrunner ; and then he saw a pair of pants, oil stained and too long in the legs and too wide at the hips for the bird.
Duck raised a brow at them on the way to his room, stepping over a fizzled out and slightly damaged freeze ray, before staring blankly at his door with a vaguely coyote shaped dent in it. Rolling his eyes and then regretting it as the pounding pain in his head took over again and reminded him he had a hangover; Duck entered his room and threw the hula skirt from him, scowling at it. He had no idea why he was wearing it when he woke up. Probably some prank that idiotic rabbit dressed him in just to take pictures and soil his good reputation.
Changing his clothes and putting on a pair of sunglasses (there was never an excuse to not be stylish - even with a hangover), Duck then made his way to the kitchen so he could make himself his famous hangover remedy. Stumbling over half turned out pants and again further down the hall over a pair of shoes, Duck snarled then groaned and held his head. “I think the mutt finally ate motor mouth! He kicked the shoe across the hall and past the kitchen door.
“Not so loud.” Lexi whispered, her eyes still closed and her head cradled in her hands.
Ace lifted his own pair of sunglasses to look at Duck, his eyes red shot and his own hangover drink in hand. “What are yous talkin’ abouts, Duck?” He husked, his voice low and raspy.
Duck scowled and shook a pair of boxers off his foot, pointing at the clothing. “These. They’re everywhere.” He opened the fridge and pulled out a can of tomato juice and various other ingredients for his cure.
Lexi rubbed her eyes and sat back in her chair slow and cautious. “What?” She asked, a bit more of a snip to her voice.
“There’s feathers in the hallway. Is that clear enough for ya?” Duck snarled and slammed his mixer on the counter.
Everyone groaned in pain and bowed their heads, waiting for the pounding to stop.
It was several minutes and a painful blender whirling before anyone tried to remember what they were talking about before.
“Dabgrua be thuna?” Slam asked as he entered, pointing over his shoulder with a raised brow.
“Yeah, no idea what the feathers are about.” Duck laughed weakly, sipping at his drink. “My door even has a dent in it!”
Slam’s face twisted up in surprise - he was far more together than the others due to the fact he apparently suffered from no hangover. “Thugbu grubana Rev?”
“Well my feather’s sure ain’t blue.”
Ace frowned, “Come on guys, you know how Rev gets when he is totally wasted. He probably ran around naked.”
“Whrud hubav dwghi, buet gesv Tech?” Slam agreed only to raise a brow at their leader.
The bunny blinked and even Lexi lifted her head at that question. Where was Tech? The coyote had been adamant at the beginning of the night that he was going to drive them home. Well, they were home, but if Tech hadn’t been drunk, where was he? No one had seen him yet.
Then again, it was nearly noon. He was probably working already.
“Sudmak rabneskri geroi, bar skig ghowe picture Mallory rekfdi kiss-kissy.” Slam remembered, tapping his finger against his chin as he thought that over - and then headed for his pantry and proceeded to empty it out for breakfast - well, lunch.
Duck’s face went ashen and a light bulb went off. “Oh shit… that’s right! That reporter showed Tech that picture.”
“Yeahs,” Ace recalled, nodding in agreement as he vaguely remembered Tech leaving the table for the bar.
Duck scratched his head, if Tech did get drunk - and there was no roadrunner yet to be seen - what happened?
Ace was first from the table, swaying in place from the bout of dizziness that hit him, and he headed down the hall. Duck close on his fuzzy tail.
He just knew it! Duck had always said that one day the mutt would go crazy and eat one of them. He probably had tried to fry the poor bird brain after they got home. Rev was probably drugged and was running for his life, at normal roadrunner speed with no hope of escaping a hungry predator. He could just see it now, the torn remains, the milky eyes of his dead comrade, laid out like a feast on the floor of the coyote’s room.
“Oh my God, he ate Rev!” Duck shouted, his hands gripping at his head.
Lexi whined at his screaming and rubbed at her temple, raising a brow at him, “I don’t think he ate him.”
“But look at that dent in the wall! They must have attacked each other!”
“Keep it down, Duck. We’ll find out everythin’ in a sec!” Ace hissed and waved the panicking fowl off and reached for the laboratory’s door where the trail of destruction seemed to end.
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He woke slowly, warm and secure, pressed into the couch cushions. Rev could feel a few of his feathers bent and pushed out of place from the position he was in, but he didn’t care, it felt good. He felt good.
Wriggling and trying to get under the covers, Rev’s brow furrowed and he had a moment of annoyance because he couldn’t get the blankets up over his shoulders. And his foot was stuck. He pouted and tried again, curling his fingers in the thick fur to try and pull it over him-
Rev’s eyes snapped open and he stared up at a ceiling filled with wires and computer screens as well as various contraptions. His head hurt a bit, humming in that painful way a light hangover gave him and he looked to his chest. Tech slept on him, his nose pressing into his hip and a hand splayed across his chest. Rev’s head fell back, his lungs pulling for air and his mind spun wildly, a hundred questions running through his head - till one moment of clarity hit him. “We make a great team.” Everything rushed to the forefront of his brain, shoving his headache aside and he focused on the one glaring fact of all this - he and Tech had slept together.
Swallowing hard, Rev shifted again, looking down at Tech, his fur mussed, a bit of drool lining the corner of his mouth, and his ears flopped every which way.
He felt a flush spreading over his skin and his feathers rose along his arms and chest. Shyly, he reached out and smoothed a bit of his hair down between his ears, his fingers curling along his neck. Rev blushed a little more. His belly flipped the more he remembered of their night together. The longer he had a chance to really take in this situation the more nervous he became because this scenario was one he hadn’t realistically thought he would ever have a chance at.
It almost ruined him in that moment, thinking this would never happen again - sober at any rate. He struggled to get some leverage and pull himself up slowly, sitting with the coyote laying on his legs and pressed snug against his stomach and hips. His backside protested and he sucked in a breath, shifting and feeling the residual ache within his body. Rev’s crest flared, sticking up a bit more till his nerves got the best of him and it immediately fell flat against his head. Stroking Tech’s fur and smoothing it down along his shoulders, Rev trembled and bit his lower lip, taking a moment to study him, to feel him and remember the weight of Tech; how the coyote curled so naturally around him.
It didn’t surprise him when he began to notice signs of Tech waking up. It scared him and he wished he could run, but he also feared what leaving might mean… and there was still hope that if he stayed, maybe there could be more between them.
He did lie down though, flinging an arm over his eyes to try and calm himself, to pretend he was asleep, to deny having just watched the coyote slumber; anything. His feathers fluffed away from his body. At the first moaning groan and the nuzzling and sniffing of Tech’s nose against his stomach and further down to his crotch. Rev gasped and Tech jerked, wincing as he opened his eyes just enough for him to stare at Rev’s abdomen.
Tech lay very still, his fingers curling through Rev’s feathers as he began to wake. Over his shoulder Rev could see his tail waking up and moving in the laziest wag he had ever seen. But it stopped and Tech sat up a bit more, rubbing his eyes and face till he could really look at him - and he blinked in surprise, his nostrils flaring, taking in the scent that lay between them once more and Rev could practically see Tech’s brain jump-start itself.
Rev had no doubts he looked panicked. He was feeling the same with how fast his own heart was beating against his ribs. Tech stared at his face, comprehension slow in coming and when everything fit into place and he came to the same jumbled memory as Rev had just minutes before, Tech jerked backwards, pushing away from him, a knee sliding forward and under Rev’s thigh to try and sit back.
Rev grabbed him, alarm overpowering him like a thrumming clock counting down to his destruction. Though he was horrified that he and Tech were going to have to talk about this, he was downright terrified of Tech panicking more than he already was and coming to some conclusion that couldn’t be further from the truth. Rev’s hands gripped at Tech’s shoulders, keeping him from fleeing the couch, forcing him to stay where he was.
The coyote’s nostrils flared again and his eyes flicked down between them and then back to Rev, his eyes wide.
Rev’s fingers moved from Tech’s shoulders to the back of his neck. His stomach flipped because he so brazenly buried his fingers into Tech’s fur. He stared at him owlishly, the blush draining from his face and his feathers lay tight over his body. All he could do was stare, desperate for him to see something in his fear that would give Tech the understanding that though this didn’t happen the way it should have, it wasn’t unwanted.
What was he supposed to say? Rev had forced this situation on every count. He had kissed him, he had seduced him, he had… even the sex, he had encouraged everything to this point - and even now, he had forced Tech to stay right where he was. Rev pulled his fingers free, though, he was unable to stop himself from dragging his palms down to his collarbone one last time. Rev’s lips parted and he blinked several times, lost on what to say for the first time in several years.
He moved and Rev jerked his eyes back up to Tech’s face, watching the coyote shyly smooth the hair atop his head down, amber eyes peeking at him, much more relaxed than before. “Hey…” Tech whispered.
Rev offered a nervous smile, his crest rising slowly with relief, “Hey-”
The sudden cry of panic from behind the door made them both jerk and pull away from each other, standing by the couch - and it was a contest as to what was more distracting; the fact some of their fellow comrades were obviously just outside of the lab or the fact they were both naked in front of the other. Rev could only vouch for himself because the latter was definitely where his mind was at. Being able to see Tech standing there unclothed and for his eyes only was a memory he most certainly was going to savor.
“Oh my God, he ate Rev!” Duck shouted, from the other side of the door.
“Uh…” Tech hesitated then his hands shot up and his powers flared, the locks on the doors sliding into place just as the handle wiggled and jiggled.
“But look at that dent in the wall! They must have attacked each other!”
“So…” Tech fumbled, a blush beginning to line his cheeks. “I think they want in.”
Rev nodded, snapping out of his reverie. “Uh, right…” he glanced about the room and dashed off, nothing but a lingering breeze as he jumped the balcony and by sheer momentum he ran along the side of the building to his own balcony and bedroom. He stumbled inside, pulling clothes on hurriedly, struggling into his pants. He paused suddenly, staring blankly at the t-shirt in hand. Rev reached behind him, sliding his fingers through his tail feathers and pressing his palm against his backside. He closed his eyes, shivering at the feel of the raw and aching sensation flaring inside him, at the brilliant pressure he placed there. He liked it very much; it was like a brand that no one else knew of; no one else would ever see - unless he were Tech.
Shaking himself from the fantasy, Rev scolded himself for the daydream. He didn’t know what any of this meant yet. Pulling his shirt on and struggling to walk without a noticeable limp, he hurried through the hallways, coming up behind the group as they tried every code they could think of to get the lab doors open. “What’s-going-on-guys?”
“Tech ate Rev!” Duck shrieked, pounding on the door. “I never got to say goodbye to the feather-butt!” he sobbed.
Rev was very happy for the feathers over his face - it hid the fact he was blushing and that fleeting memory of Tech’s talented tongue exploring… various territories down south.
“We’s checkin’ in on the Tech-man. He’s got inventions all over da place and a bunch of ‘em are busted up-” Ace stopped and blinked at Rev. Slam gave a shout of joy and hugged Rev, who gagged and struggled to get away.
Lexi laughed weakly at the sight of him then winced and held her head. “Ow… I’m glad you’re alive. I’m going to go hide under my bed now.” She whimpered and practically crawled away.
Duck didn’t say a word. In fact, he resolutely tried not to look at him or indicate he had just moments ago been worried. “Good ta see ya up before the crack of noon.” He grumbled.
Smiling up at Slam and then to Ace, he zipped forward, trying to be himself, trying to act as though nothing should be out of the ordinary of the fact he had indeed been inside the lab not 69.3 seconds ago. “So-you-trying-to-get-in-and-see-Tech? I-can-help! I-helped-program-most-of-the-codes-in-HQ! I-can-override-this-sucker-in-no-time!” he grinned and zipped over to the control panel and began furiously typing into the miniature computer. He purposefully typed in random codes and false starts to give Tech more time, but even for Rev, he couldn’t take too long and the locks clicked open and Rev was pushing the door open and walking inside soon enough with a skip to hide the aching waddle he felt like actually moving too.
“Tech-buddy?” Ace called, gazing about the room.
Slam wrinkled his nose as he entered and then sniffed again. His face twisted up and Rev felt a cold sweat break out over his brow. He glanced to the Tasmanian devil and shifted from one foot to the other.
“Smells like feet in here.” Duck scowled and kicked a grease rag out of his way and it landed on the table he and Tech had spent a majority of their time on.
“Hey, Tech? We’s haven’t seen yous this mornin’.” Ace called, peeking around one of the larger vehicles in the lab.
Slam sniffed at the air again, then blinked in surprise and rounded on Rev, his mouth opening, but Rev shot forward, grabbing Slam’s lips and holding them shut, shooting a nervous look at Ace and Duck to make sure they hadn’t noticed. Rev shook his head violently, eyes wide as he stared at Slam, trembling in fear and desperate for the Tasmanian to not say anything of what he had just discovered in scent alone. Even his feathers puffed up in worry.
“Tech? Yous in here?” Ace frowned and placed his hands on his hips before venturing further into the enormous room.
Nodding hesitantly, Slam was released and seemed a bit dazed. He looked about the room again, looked to Rev, looked around the room. His eyes stopped on the lab table, back to Rev and then he laughed aloud and left the room, a rather amused glimmer in the devil’s eyes.
“Hey, dog-breath, you still alive?”
Rev sighed and snuck further into the lab, joining Ace and Duck as they worked their way around the equipment and machines. Duck paused to inspect one of the sky jets Tech was working on for the group when Rev spotted him first, his legs and tail sticking out from under one of his vehicles. Nudging Ace in the ribs, Rev hopped from one foot to the other, offering a grin that he hoped looked real instead of as phony as a $250 dollar bill.
“Oi! Tech!” Ace called again and Tech rolled out from under the vehicle, a dirty t-shirt and a loose and oily pair of pants on with headphones over his ears. He sat up and pulled them off, blinking innocently up at the three of them.
“Hey guys. Sorry, didn’t hear you. I’ve been working under here all morning.” He smiled and got to his feet, dusted himself off and placed his tools to the side. Rev held his breath as he tilted his head the moment the coyote bent over, his tail swaying lazily in the air.
Ace snorted and folded his arms, smirking at Duck. “See? Told yous. Tech here would never eat his good pal Rev!”
Tech’s face twisted up and he looked to Duck, a scowl immediately taking root. “I may be a coyote but I don’t allow my baser instincts to take over.” He growled, pushing past Duck, not giving Rev a second look.
His stomach flipped and Rev reminded himself this was an act. They could talk later when there wasn’t an audience.
“Yeah right!” Duck scoffed, folding his arms over his chest. “Then why are your clothes everywhere and inventions broken all over the Tower? I even found some of Rev’s feathers in them!” he pointed a finger, eyes wild with accusation.
Tech simply raised a brow at Duck, allowing the silence to do the work for him before he spoke. “Are you done?”
Duck rolled his eyes.
“Rev was a bit tipsy last night.” Tech explained, staring directly at Duck. “The alcohol was slowing him down, but he is still a roadrunner and even in his inebriated state he was extremely fast. I had to employ many of my babies to try and catch him before he did something to hurt himself.” He explained, finally looking to Rev, silently asking for backup now. “Rev is a rather… friendly drunk; as well as a silly drunk. He kept trying to get me to play games.”
He stared at him for a moment, shocked at the implications his last sentence implied. Puffing up with indignation, Rev forced a laugh, glaring at the coyote as he scratched the back of his head, “Yeah… friendly. I-got-into-Tech’s-room-at-one-point-and-managed-to-get-him-to-play-dress-up-like-my-own-personal-doll.” He narrowed his eyes, his crest rising and tail ruffling loudly, “I-think-Tech-liked-being-told-what-to-do.”
Tech bristled slightly but not enough for Duck to notice - Ace did glance at Rev in confusion, but thanks to his hangover, Ace just didn’t want to deal with any of this at the moment. “Right then, well, I’ma give Lexi’s plan a shot. Hidin’ in bed seems like’a good idea ta me.”
Smiling at Ace, Tech nodded, waving to him, “Right; and I’ll clean up the mess, don’t worry about it,” he called after him, glancing at Duck who was rubbing his still throbbing head.
“So what the hell did you give Rev so he doesn’t have a hangover?” He whined, glaring at the roadrunner like it was his fault he was still feeling the effects of getting totally smashed the night before.
Rev blinked and opened his mouth, a very intelligent, “Uhhhh…” escaping.
“Water.” Tech piped up, staring at Rev directly. Duck might as well have not been there for all the attention he was giving the duck. “Now, I have work to do. Loud work.”
Grumbling, Duck waved his hand at the mutt and left, “-get no respect around here, even when trying to save the life of your comrade-” his voice trailed out of range - and the second he was gone, Tech raised his hand to the door, flicking it shut and locking it soundly behind him.
Rev puffed up again, his feathers rising and his crest bristling atop his head. His fists fell on his hips, daring Tech to insult him again. He had not wanted this. He had thought for a fleeting moment after they had woken up that perhaps everything would be okay that he might for the second time in his life get his wish granted. But one was enough. He should have known that. He shouldn’t have expected so much in the first place.
The coyote took a moment to set his wrench to the side, amber eyes never leaving his. As he approached, Rev held onto the annoyance, the anger, the hurt… he had too. If he wanted any hope to get through this with any sort of dignity.
Tech stared at him, stopping in front of him with no more than a foot of space between them. His ears twisted to listen at the door and then back towards Rev - then his tail dropped, hanging limp behind him and he swallowed nervously. Rev tilted his head.
“So… I think we have a few hours before they check on me again.” He said, averting his eyes. “Um…. We should probably...” he paused peeking at Rev then away again.
The anger evaporated and was replaced with embarrassment. Was it really going to be this awkward between them from now on? Rev shifted from one foot to the other. “I-might-have-been-drunk-but-I-wasn’t-so-drunk-that-I-was-playing-games-with-you. I… I-really…” he swallowed hard. What was he supposed to say after that? The awkwardness was already overwhelming enough as it was.
Tech rubbed along the length of his nose, nibbling at the corner of his lip. “Well…”
Rev blushed and folded his arms over his chest, hunching in on himself defensively. “The chase was hot.” He mumbled, his toes curling against the floor.
Chuckling and forcing Rev to look back at him, Tech smiled, staring down at their feet as well. “It was rather… stimulating.”
He caught Rev’s eye. The nervous pre-Loonatics, post-grad scientist was standing there in front of him instead of Tech E. Coyote, super genius and inventor extraordinaire. Rev could almost image the coke-bottle thick glasses on his nose making his amber eyes much larger and goofy. He wondered if Tech saw him as the same struggling college kid he had been when they first met with no direction in his life. He had been naked of the majority of his feathers for the first three months after the meteor hit; and if it hadn’t been for Zadavia, he would still be trying to pay off those medical bills. Rev had only found his calling in life after dropping out of school to study with Tech.
The silence curled around them, claiming everything except the air they shared between them, heating up the space and tugging at their chests like an invisible thread connected them.
“Sorry…” Rev swallowed, his feathers falling and laying sleek against his skin.
Tech only stared at him for a while, his tongue flicking out to lick at his lips. “W-why? I’m the one who should apologize. I wasn’t nearly as drunk as you.”
Looking down and nodding, Rev tried to hide the lump of ice that just dropped in his belly, “I-just-mean-I’m-sorry-for-getting-you-into-this-mess. Don’t-worry, I-won’t-let-this-get-in-the-way-of-the-team. It-was-just-one-night, right? No-reason-it-should-keep-us-from-working-together-like-we’ve-always-done.” He smiled, weak and dishonest - and Rev knew it showed. He shouldn’t have been surprised. Why on earth would Tech want to be saddled with someone like him? He knew he was annoying to him at times - but in his defense he only did that because he enjoyed watching Tech get riled up because of him.
“No, I didn’t mean that-”
“I-should-go-shower-and-get-something-to-eat. I’ll-check-back-later-see-if-there-is-anything-I-can-do…” He babbled as he walked to the door, eager to flee and leave these feelings behind - or at least allow himself to mourn the loss of what could have been in the safety of his shower.
Tech’s hand grabbed his elbow, stopping him and staring at him with wide eyes, “Did… did I hurt you?”
Rev’s face contorted in confusion. How could he answer that without being honest?
“You’re walking funny. I didn’t… I shouldn’t have....” he growled, staring at Rev’s hips as though expecting to see blood and damage.
“I’m-not-hurt.” He insisted, pulling his arm away from his grasp. “I’m-just-sore.” He huffed and immediately blushed afterwards. “Just-unlock-the-door-please. I’ll-get-out-of-your-hair.”
He did as he asked - Tech waved his hand, the door opened and Rev left, a stiffness in his back and a brave walk to try and cover up the fact the lingering ache that had been so wonderful just minutes ago, was now a stab to the heart because it now became a reminder that last night was a mistake.
Rev swallowed hard, hurrying as quickly as possible through the halls to get to his room and hide for a while. He hadn’t expected this - of every possible outcome, he had thought there would be something more to their actions than a brushing aside of it. He stopped, pressing a hand to the wall of the hallway, holding himself up and trying to remember how to breathe.
“Rev?”
The roadrunner jolted and turned sharply, looking over his shoulder at Tech down at the end of the hallway. Panic throbbed into his body, leaving him with only his fight or flight instincts. He fled, slow and emotional steps trying to get him out of there. Biting his lower beak, Rev could hear the coyote following him, close behind and gaining. He just needed to get to his room, shut that door and he could shut out the pain like he always did.
But hands grabbed him, arms wrapping about him securely and pulling him back against a broad chest. One arm wrapped about his shoulders and neck, leaving him with no option but to lean back against him, wilting where he stood - and the arm around his waist tightened, drawing him flush against his body.
Rev choked on a sob. Squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing hard, Rev took a moment to focus on not crying. He was a grown roadrunner - he wasn’t supposed to feel this weak. It took a moment and Tech’s brow to press against his shoulder before he shuddered and gripped at his arms, not sure if he was clinging to him or getting ready to push him away. Tech tightened his hold on him, turning his head to nuzzle at his neck, and Rev melted all the further. A shuddering breath wracked his body and Rev clung to Tech’s hand.
“I really-really like you…” Rev’s voice barely spoke - though with the way Tech’s ear hung down near his mouth, the coyote was sure to hear him.
“I like you too.” Tech whispered back.
Rev shook his head, his face twisting up once again and he turned his head toward his, pressing his cheek to Tech’s. “No, I really-really like you. I wouldn’t have done that last night if I didn’t…. if I didn’t like you in that way.”
Tech remained silent and Rev turned away, his belly twisting in on itself so tightly he felt as though nothing but pain was replacing the blood in his veins and his bones were cracking and shattering through his body with despair.
There was a kiss to his cheek and Rev shook, suddenly pushing at his arms and needing to get away. “Don’t…”
“I think I always liked you too… I just didn’t realize till last night in what way.” Tech tightened his arms, keeping him in place, holding him tight against his body.
Rev’s head fell back, turning slightly so his beak pressed against Tech’s temple. He paused, his shattered heart hovering within his breast like glass shards frozen in time. “I-really-wanted-to-date-you.”
Tech’s fingers rubbed at his hip, breathing deeply against him. As warm and solid as this moment felt, it hurt. This was what he wanted, Tech didn’t….Rev inhaled sharply, eyes snapping open as he was twirled about, suddenly facing Tech with the coyote’s hands cupping his cheeks. “Okay.”
Snorting and turning his eyes away, Rev touched his hands, curling his fingers about the coyote’s and he pushed them gently from his face. “You don’t have to make up for anything. I started it-”
“I’m not.” Tech blushed, his thumbs grabbing onto Rev’s fingers before he had a chance to drop his hands. Rev stared at their hands, another patter of his heart and a fresh rush of dread overwhelming him.
Stepping into his space, blushing deeper, tail tucked between his legs, Tech nudging his nose at the corner of Rev’s beak. The roadrunner peeked towards him, catching his eyes.
“Rev, I would really like to see where this goes.”
“Why?” He whispered, his hands still gripping tightly to Tech’s hands, unwilling to let them go even as Tech began to wrap his arms about his waist.
“Because…I like you. Who better to-” Rev watched his cheeks warm up and color under his sparse fur along his muzzle, “-to fall in love with than your best friend?”
Rev smiled, weak and watery, his fingers tightening about his behind him at the small of his back. The ache within him warmed, become a whole feeling; a feeling of bliss that was suddenly a promise for happy and new memories presented to him.
“I would like that.” He whispered, though he shook. He didn’t want this sudden hope to disappear.
Tech smiled, a bit scared, a bit nervous as well, but nodded, staring him in the eyes, releasing one of his hands so he could in turn press his palm against Rev’s shoulder, “Me too.” he assured. Tech hesitated and Rev’s stomach flipped, though this time the fear was dissipating and a heady, anxious feeling rushed in, making him dizzy.
“You-can-kiss-me-now.” Rev blurted out on a dying voice.
Another smile, a soft chuckle, and Tech leaned in, kissing him, wrapping him securely against him and Rev clung to him, melting, clinging to his clothing, and he cooed in his throat. This was a good kiss, Rev decided and wrapped an arm about Tech’s neck. And it was a start. He had honestly thought his fantasies would remain just that; till last night; and again this morning he had thought his hopes would be dashed when Tech told him it was just a one time thing. He had thought this would just be nothing but a memory. This kiss though, this kiss that swept him up into the warmth of Tech’s fur, this kiss that came after words of affirmation and wanting to try; this kiss was a promise, a confirmation that it wasn’t just himself who had these feelings. Rev chirped bravely, letting him know he was happy, and Tech rumbled in agreement, his fingers threading through Rev’s tail feathers, pressing against that ache…
And Rev loved it. He loved him. They just needed time to explore this new part of their lives between each other. And perhaps a few extra-curricular activities thrown in on the side too. Rev didn’t want to give up these kisses and groping hands so easily.
Rev pulled back, his feathers ruffling and he shivered, staring into darkened eyes rimmed in gold. “Meep meep.” He gasped, holding tight to Tech’s fur.
Tech nodded, licking his lips.
It was unspoken, something they both wanted and didn’t need to voice. Rev turned running down the hall with Tech close on his heels and occasionally swiping his fingers through his tail feathers. They collided against his door, fumbling against each other, groping each other, struggling to open the door as their lips locked and they fell into the bedroom; Tech’s powers clenched and locked the door behind them. A humming moan of approval echoing from the bedroom; and more followed throughout the rest of the day.
The clothing in the hallway never did get picked up.
~End~
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Author's Note:
It took me many long years to finally post this thing, but here it is :) Robina, I hope you like it. After editing it and fixing it up, I rather love it myself now. <3
I hope you enjoyed it!
~Melissa the Damgel