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Yet another fic, this one is meant to delve deeper into polyesterman's personality, and to cheer fullmetal_cute up.
Fandom: New Mutants Vol. 2
Character: Wither
Rating: PG-13, for nudity (yet undescribed)
Disclaimer: Marvel owns Wither. If I owned him, do you think I'd put him into character limbo? I don't think so!
Title: Skinny Dipping
Kevin flopped onto his back and felt sweat bead under his knees. That was definitely something he hadn't been prepared for this summer: the oppressive heat.
He turned his head so that the breeze (what little there was) could cool his neck. At this angle, he could see the door of the closet, holding every damned long-sleeved black outfit he owned. If they were cotton, he might not have minded so much. Sooraya's enormous burqa was made of cotton, and she never seemed to sweat. But his clothes were all synthetic, and trapped the sweat right next to his skin.
Industrial-strength deodorant didn't even cut it on the hottest days.
Kevin was forced to flip over onto his side for the seventh time that night, and spied his clock radio. 1:23. One in the goddamn morning. He'd had it. Growling like a grizzly, he snapped up his towel and stomped out of his room, still clad in only his boxers.
Still fuming as he left the dorm, Kevin studiously ignored the size nine spots of dead grass that he left in his wake. The instant he reached the pool, he stripped off his shorts and dove into the dark water.
He surfaced, gasping with laughter from the cold. This was what heaven should be. Kevin savored the caress of the water, so very different from all of the fabric he covered himself in during the day. First thing I do next morning is buy shirts with short sleeves. Maybe even a swimsuit. Kevin smiled as he frolicked like a dolphin, thinking such impossible thoughts. I'm going to take hour-long, ice-cold showers in the middle of the day. He turned an awkward somersault in the water. He knew he wasn't going to do any of these things. I'm going to play sports with my shirt off. Kevin gave one great scissor-kick towards the surface.
Reality would hit in the morning. He wasn't going to do anything that might hurt the others. He couldn't trust them to not do something stupid, like touch him. Still, it was bliss to just fantasize for the moment, when even gravity didn't matter. Kevin swam back to the edge of the pool, and felt around blindly for his discarded towel.
His fingers brushed against something cool and metallic. He continued along the strange surface, coming to toes and ankles. Kevin stared up into Cessily's mercury face, glinting in the scarce moonlight.
"Hey, Kevin."
"Um.. hi, Cess. Can I have my towel, please?"
"Oh, this? Yeah, okay." She put his towel down on the ledge, and turned around. Kevin hauled himself out of the water and whipped the towel around his waist as quickly as he could manage.
"Cessily, did you follow me?"
She turned around, hurt radiating out of her pupil-less eyes. "Of course not, Kevin. What are you afraid of? You can't hurt me."
"I know." That's why I'm afraid you could hurt me. Startled by his thoughts, Kevin stammered out, "I gotta go..." and ran. Cessily remained where she was, holding his boxers gingerly.
Fandom: New Mutants Vol. 2
Character: Wither
Rating: PG-13, for nudity (yet undescribed)
Disclaimer: Marvel owns Wither. If I owned him, do you think I'd put him into character limbo? I don't think so!
Title: Skinny Dipping
Kevin flopped onto his back and felt sweat bead under his knees. That was definitely something he hadn't been prepared for this summer: the oppressive heat.
He turned his head so that the breeze (what little there was) could cool his neck. At this angle, he could see the door of the closet, holding every damned long-sleeved black outfit he owned. If they were cotton, he might not have minded so much. Sooraya's enormous burqa was made of cotton, and she never seemed to sweat. But his clothes were all synthetic, and trapped the sweat right next to his skin.
Industrial-strength deodorant didn't even cut it on the hottest days.
Kevin was forced to flip over onto his side for the seventh time that night, and spied his clock radio. 1:23. One in the goddamn morning. He'd had it. Growling like a grizzly, he snapped up his towel and stomped out of his room, still clad in only his boxers.
Still fuming as he left the dorm, Kevin studiously ignored the size nine spots of dead grass that he left in his wake. The instant he reached the pool, he stripped off his shorts and dove into the dark water.
He surfaced, gasping with laughter from the cold. This was what heaven should be. Kevin savored the caress of the water, so very different from all of the fabric he covered himself in during the day. First thing I do next morning is buy shirts with short sleeves. Maybe even a swimsuit. Kevin smiled as he frolicked like a dolphin, thinking such impossible thoughts. I'm going to take hour-long, ice-cold showers in the middle of the day. He turned an awkward somersault in the water. He knew he wasn't going to do any of these things. I'm going to play sports with my shirt off. Kevin gave one great scissor-kick towards the surface.
Reality would hit in the morning. He wasn't going to do anything that might hurt the others. He couldn't trust them to not do something stupid, like touch him. Still, it was bliss to just fantasize for the moment, when even gravity didn't matter. Kevin swam back to the edge of the pool, and felt around blindly for his discarded towel.
His fingers brushed against something cool and metallic. He continued along the strange surface, coming to toes and ankles. Kevin stared up into Cessily's mercury face, glinting in the scarce moonlight.
"Hey, Kevin."
"Um.. hi, Cess. Can I have my towel, please?"
"Oh, this? Yeah, okay." She put his towel down on the ledge, and turned around. Kevin hauled himself out of the water and whipped the towel around his waist as quickly as he could manage.
"Cessily, did you follow me?"
She turned around, hurt radiating out of her pupil-less eyes. "Of course not, Kevin. What are you afraid of? You can't hurt me."
"I know." That's why I'm afraid you could hurt me. Startled by his thoughts, Kevin stammered out, "I gotta go..." and ran. Cessily remained where she was, holding his boxers gingerly.