Dormancy Desire: Chapter 1
Static Shock
Dormancy Desire
By: Krystal Johnson
Chapter 1
A/N: Hello, everyone. I'll keep this short. This is a multi-chapter, Virgil/Richie fic, obviously. This is dedicated to the good people at The Gas Station of Solitude on Live Journal. I love you guys! 8D This is to hold you off until I complete Richie-Bug! It's in the making! (This'll be the third time uploading this because every time I re-read it, I found a mistake and HAD to fix it!)
Disclaimer: Oh, Heathus! I wish! Not mine, I just love playing with toys. Don't sue me. I'm poor! Dx
It had been a long day in the restless city of Dakota. The summer's heat cooling ever so slightly in the night. Sweaty and sore, Static opened the door to the Gas Station of Solitude, Gear right behind him. Virgil quickly pulled off his mask and coat, throwing them carelessly to the corner near the boarded-up windows. Richie sighed as he removed his helmet, lifting his head to soak up the cooler air and kicked off his jet-skates, which had been damaged during the night's patrol. He ran his fingers over his forehead to move the damp bangs sticking to him from sweat. "Rich, can you turn on the fan?" Virgil asked, plopping on the old sofa, one leg hanging off of it, the other draping across. Richie obliged, switching the fan on and putting it on the small stand next to the sofa. He put Backpack on the desk and walked over to the mocha- colored teen, arms folded, face pout-y. "What?" Virgil asked innocently. "V," Richie whined. "scoot over! I wanna lay in front of the fan, too!" Virgil laid his head back on the arm of the sofa, closing his eyes. "I'm not moving. I'm already comfy." To emphasize his point, ma made fake snoring sounds and when he stopped and opened his eyes, he broke out in laughter at Richie's expression. Richie put his hands on his hips and his frown turned upward as an idea hit him. "Hey, do you want a soda?" Virgil was clutching his stomach and laughing too hard, he didn't see the smirk on the others face, "Yeah! A... Haha! A Pepsi, thanks! Hehee!" He said between breaths.
Richie strode over to the soda machine he'd created and accepted the two sodas the mechanical arms handed him. Making sure Virgil was still laughing on the couch, he shook one of the sodas as hard as he could, and walked back. "Here." He said, popping open his soda. As he lifted the rim to his lips, he kept one eye on the other, keeping a few feet from him, but enough to not be suspicious. "Thanks, bro." Virgil said while moving to open his after he'd calmed down. He slid his finger under the tab. "I don't even know what was so-" POP! The soda exploded and it was Richie's turn to be clutching his sides, laughing hysterically. Virgil's face was covered in foam and dark liquid. His hair was dripping and the uppermost part of his shirt stuck to him. The soda had run down his arms and a large amount of it had soaked his pants. "Oh, man! Haha! That was awesome!" Richie clutched his mouth, trying to subdue the laughing fit. Virgil stood up and waved his arms to fling the liquid off his hands. "I laugh at something and you give me a shaken-up soda?" He had a stern look on his face. Richie frowned. "Oh, come on, bro. You know it was funny." Virgil smiled and nodded. "Yeah. It was!" He giggled and quickly looked at Richie sternly. "But still. You do know this means war, right?" Richie shrugged. "I figured." They both perched their sodas next to the fan. They posed in fake fighting positions. Richie waved his hand at Virgil, signaling him to make the first move. Virgil lunged at him. Richie sidestepped the attempted attack and grabbed Virgil's shirt, flinging him back to the couch. Virgil grabbed Richie's arm and pulled him down with him. They tussled on the couch for a few minutes before they were out of breath.
"Let..go." Richie growled, panting. Virgil strengthened his grip on the blond's wrists. "Nope." He said smiling in triumph. "Well, then... I'll just.. Um.." Richie sighed. "Okay. You win. Now let go." Richie tugged. "Nope. You might try poking my side again." Virgil laid his head back against the arm of the couch keeping a firm grip on the others wrists. Richie shifted his knee which pressed against Virgil's thigh. "Ow! That hurts, Rich!" He looked at him. "Well I'm uncomfortable. I can't keep sitting like this." Virgil thought for a second. He parted his legs a few inches to allow the other boy room. He released one wrist to push the blond's legs under his, so Richie was laying his head on Virgil's chest with their legs intertwined. Richie's face looked as red as a cherry. His heart pounded in his ears, and he started to wonder if the dark-skinned boy could feel it, which made it beat just that much harder, though he was grateful his head was facing away from his friend's knowing just how much hotter it got. Virgil laid his head back down, and stared at the stained ceiling. A smile pulled away at his mouth.
They laid there for a few minutes. 'What came over me to do that? Am I nuts!? But it doesn't feel wrong. It actually feels nice. But this isn't supposed to! This is my best friend! This is RICHIE! Not some gi-' Virgil's internal argument was interrupted by Richie's shaky voice. "What?" The electric hero asked, lifting his head and tilting it to the side, trying to see his partner's face past the blond hair being blown from the fan. "Are.. you awake?" Virgil lifted an eyebrow. 'Of all the questions he could ask, why'd he ask one so... weird?' "Umm.. Yeah?" He said, confusion clear in his voice. Richie tilted his head down more, hiding his face once again. "Then.." He asked quietly, almost whispering. "Why are you doing this?" Virgil was taken aback. 'Oh, God. I freaked him out!' "Because, it's hot, and I don't feel like moving, and if I let you go you'll attack me, and theres not enough room on the couch and.. Umm.. Cause.." Virgil wracked his brain for a good way to word his sentence. "You.. Uhh, are comfortable." Richie had to lift his head a bit to hear the last part over the fan. "If you're not cool with it, you don't have to.. uh, stay." he finished lamely. Richie didn't move. Instead, he pulled at his wrists. Virgil released them and was about to apologize when Richie wrapped his arms around the other teen's waist. "I'm fine with it." Richie said, smiling, and laid his head back on Virgil's chest, ignoring the sticky substance on his clothes. Virgil let out a relieved sigh and settled back against the couch arm. As they laid there, Richie's mind wandered. He thought about the repairs needed to be made on his skates, and remembered how he had kicked the soda machine while wearing them a while ago, and mentally giggled at his prank. His mind drifted to the soda dripping down Virgil's face; his lips, his chin, his jaw-line. 'He looked so...' His eyes widened. 'Bad thoughts, go away before..'
As Virgil was dozing off, Richie shifted his hips. 'Dammit.' He thought. Another shift and Virgil opened his eyes drearily. "What's wrong, bro?" he whispered, feeling the tiresome day taking it's toll on him. Richie pushed the couch to lift himself enough to look into the others face, but adverted his eyes as soon as they connected with Virgil's. "I just.. It's, umm.." His eyes were unfocused, and his mouth agape. Virgil took note of the deep scarlet color appearing on the super-genius' face. "Ri-" The blond quickly stood up. "What's up? Are you okay?" He quickly asked. Richie let out a noise somewhere between a sigh and a whimper; He looked guiltily at his worrying friend. "I'm sorry, V. I just.." His eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but Virgil's'. He spotted the bathroom. He finally looked toward the other boy's face, and adverted his eyes to look just to the left of Virgil's ear. "I just need a shower. This heat is doing a number on me." Before he could respond, Richie was already slamming the bathroom door shut. Virgil stared at the door. "Was it something I said?"