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Title: Ravaging Garth
Author: Rae
Pairing: Roy/Garth
Rating:
Summary:
Soundtrack:
I paused outside the door and cringed, wondering if he was waiting up. He probably was; he seemed to have trouble sleeping when I was out on a date. A few more minutes passed before I ventured in. I would have waited longer, but he tended to freak if I stayed out past two.
"Hey, How did it go?"
I winced, glancing over my shoulder. Yep, there he was. Waiting. Son of a bitch.
"Pretty good." I shrugged, leaning back against the couch.
"Pretty good? That's it? What did you guys do?" He took a step closer and I scowled.
"Who are you, my mother? Back off, Roy."
"I'm just asking!" Speedy glared at me, getting pissed off like usual. That guy has such a short fuse; I swear to god it's impossible to have a polite conversation with him.
"Well don't! And don't wait up. That's getting creepy."
"Screw you! This is what I get for worrying about my friend..."
"Friend? Yeah right!" I walked toward the hall, flipping him off as I went. "We all know you want me, but you don't have to be so obvious about it!" I called mockingly, just trying to bug him. Next thing I knew, I was pinned against the wall. It happened so fast... I still don't know how he did it, but I went from walking to my room to staring into his eyes.
"Why the hell do you always say shit like that, Garth?" He hissed, pressing me closer to the wall.
"I wouldn't if it wasn't true. Even Starfire knows." I smirked, but that expression quickly disappeared as his hand left my arm and curled around my neck.
"So what if it is true...?" He muttered, leaning in closer.
I didn't even have time to protest before his lips were pressed against mine. I freaked and tried to pull back, but I was up against a wall. Genius. A few more seconds passed, and he still hadn't let go. I realized the only way to get free was to freak him out and bolt, so I kissed him back. Next thing I knew, his other arm was around my waist, my arms wrapped around his neck, and we were laying on the couch.
After he finally let go we just sat and stared at each other. I was still shocked, but he seemed pretty damn pleased with himself.
"Well... night. See you tommorow." Then he just stood up and walked off. I watched him go, then lay back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. No way that had just really happened.
*****
I sat on the couch, beating the game controller against the cushion. My fifth try today, and I still couldn't beat Bumblebee's score. That girl was good at gaming; she even beat Cyborg on a regular basis. Fortunately I had the Tower to myself, so no one was around to mock how badly I was doing. Or so I thought.
"You really are bad at that." I jumped and looked over my shoulder so fast that I almost got whiplash. And of course, there was Roy, smirking at me. "Hey, where is everyone?"
I turned back around, avoiding his eye. It had been a few weeks since the... thing had happened, and I was starting to believe it was just a dream. If it was, what the hell did it mean? He hadn't mentioned it, hadn't made any moves, so I had written it off as a nightmare. "Shut up. Bee's out with the guy TT West introduced her to, and Mas y Menos are probably off bugging Starfire again."
"What guy...? Oh, yeah. Hotspot." He walked up behind me and began idly playing with my hair. I froze.
"What are you doing?" I snapped, turning to face him and pulling my hair out of his grasp in the same motion. "And what is up with you?"
He just smirked and pounced on me, pining[pinning] me to the couch. "You really suck at that videogame, Garth. But I bet I could find a game you're good at..."
*****
"Okay Titans! I'm going out for the day. Try not to kill each other." Bumblebee walked out of the room, tugging on her t-shirt and jeans. I watched her go and rolled my eyes.
"Is she going out with Hotspot again?" Roy plopped down next to me and glanced at the door, eyebrow arched.
"Yep." I edged away slightly, glad that Mas y Menos were around. He hadn't done anything since the week before, but now I knew it wasn't a dream. I'd had a mark on my neck to prove it.
"Doesn't he live on the other side of the world?"
"Yeah. But knowing Bee she'll fly to Jump City and have Raven teleport her everytime they have a date." I got up and wandered towards the kitchen. He was still being good, but how much longer would that last?
"I don't think Raven will like that." He flipped through the magazine I had just dropped.
"I don't think Beast Boy will either." I smirked then leaned back against the counter. "Hey, where are Mas y Menos?"
He looked over at me and smiled slightly. "Oh, they went out a while ago."
I felt my blood run cold as he stood up, approaching me slowly. "Really? Well. I think I'm going to go to my room." He grabbed my arm and I winced.
"Mind if I go with?"
"Yes!" I glared at him and tried to pull my arm away. "What are you doing?"
"You ever dated a guy?"
Where had that come from?? "No!"
"Exactly." He laughed and leaned towards me, but I turned my head. I wanted a better answer then that. Hell, I didn't even know what that meant!
"'Exactly'? What the fuck do you mean, 'exactly'?"
He scowled, and backed away a few inches. "If I had just asked you out you never would have said yes. But I figured that if I showed you that kissing me wasn't all bad, I'd have a better chance."
I blinked. Stared. Blinked again. "Wait...this was all part of an elaborate scheme?" I was amazed. I never thought Roy could put that much effort or thought into something.
"Kinda." he shrugged, then smirked. "So, we have a few hours alone. What should we do?"
I returned the smirk. "I'm sure you'll think of something." Okay, so it had been wierd. Not to mention confusing. But... I was impressed. And I had to admit, in all honesty, he was a really good kisser.
Title: Tides of War
Author: sladexrobin
Sequel to 'Ravaging Garth' by Rae, but from Roy's POV
Pairing: Roy/Garth, Roy/Robin[implied], BumbleBee/Hotspot[background]
Rating: Um... it gets all escalate-y... and Roy does some mental cussing... so, R.
Summary: Roy takes the teasing a step too far [or not far enough, rather] and Garth turns the tides of the ongoing battle...
A/N: Roy's POV... I'm not very happy with the tense situation [grammatically] so I might tweak that... otherwise, I'm rather pleased with this. ^__^
Soundtrack: I know there was a fic set to it recently, but 'Coin-Operated Boy' by the Dresden Dolls... the lighter side of it, ne? Also 'Fast As You Can' by Fiona Apple. Thank you once again to Kazmira for the music. ^__~
*****
You know, given the amount of time we all spend avoiding each other, or off doing our own things... it's a wonder this city hasn't been over run. I'm beginning to understand why Robin was so against the idea of a long distance relationship.
Not that I care now, of course.
I have to remember to thank him for his OCD like focus the next time I talk to him. Without it, I hardly think I'd be getting ready to go to the movies with Garth... for the third time this week. The local theater is having some month-long monster movie marathon... not that we've been paying a whole hell of a lot of attention, if you catch my drift.
When I opened my door, there he was, as he always was... leaning against the wall looking thoroughly out of place without his costume. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. He looks damn good in denim... it just catches me off-guard to see him standing there with his hands in his pockets and his face hidden by his hair.
He looked over at me as I stepped into the hall and I swear, that pleased little smile of surprise is like a drug. I lifted one hand to my face, brushing my fingers across the bridge of my nose... where my mask wasn't. I guess we all have our weaknesses.
"You ready?" He asked, his eyes traveling down my chest in a way I still haven't gotten used to as he turned toward me. "What are you wearing?" I smiled at the way he carefully didn't mention my lack of masked mystique. I slipped my arms around his waist and pulled him against me, speaking into his mouth.
"What? You said I looked good in grey..."
He kissed me, his hands playing with the collar of my turtleneck. He laughed and pulled back, resting his forearms on my shoulders.
"But a sweater? Seems a bit... sophisticated for you..."
I pushed him back against the wall, sliding my hands up his sides and untucking his predictably dark blue dress shirt.
"It was a present from Ollie..." I answered, keeping my voice carefully careless and bored even as my fingers traced the tight muscles of his abdomen. It was part of the game, making this seem normal, unremarkable... even while we were rushing on toward something deeper than either of us were ready for. Because as long as we didn't say it, didn't admit that we knew where we were headed or that we cared... we could keep making out in hallways and movie theaters without having to talk it to death.
"It's nice..." He said, gasping against my lips as my palms ghosted up his sides. "Maybe we should just stay in tonight... Just the two of us?" He asked, but I was already pulling away, hands in my pockets to keep them away from my eyes.
"Nah... you're too sophisticated for me." I quipped, already halfway down the hall. "Come on, we're gonna be late..."
*****
"You know," Garth began, and the sound of his voice made me look around at the people filing past us out of the theater. The movie was over, and I hadn't even seen the previews. "Making out with you is getting expensive..."
I snorted, grinning and watching the last couple disappear out into the lobby, my arms still wound around his torso.
"What are you trying to say, Garth? I'm not worth it?"
"No... I'm just curious what I'd get if I paid a little more..."
I knew he was joking, but it still stung a little, somewhere in the back of my mind. Looking around quickly to make sure we were really alone, I pulled my arms away from him and pushed myself over the flimsy seat arm, straddling his lap as well as the small seat would allow. I slid my hands through his hair in that way that always reduces him to shuddering little noises and kissed him as deeply as I could, tasting every recess of his mouth and half hoping that someone would walk into the darkened theater... After a long moment I let him breathe, smirking and murmuring against his temple, "How much more are you willing to pay, Garth?"
He pulled me down into another kiss, but I could tell that was as much of an answer as I was going to get. He was holding himself too tense, stopping all his normal squirming and instinctual movements. Sighing against his mouth, I pushed myself to my feet and offered him my hand, knowing that he wasn't really comfortable doing anything beyond making out in a semi-public place...
"Home?"
"Home." He responded, and the relief in his eyes was almost painful... but mostly it was just sexy on a level I didn't want to contemplate.
*****
I'm still surprised whenever someone knocks on my door. I guess I got used to no one really caring where I was or what I was doing... now though, since this thing with Garth, it seems like as soon as I close the door something is happening that requires my attention... I wonder if this is why Robin stays up nights, locked away in his lab where no one dares to bother him. Or--
>>Knock~knock~knock<<
Never a dull moment in the life of a teen super hero.
"What? It's open." I called, not looking up from my laptop, not caring that I was sprawled all over my bed until I looked up. "Garth, what's going on?" I asked, forcing myself not to sit up, not to act shocked. He was playing my part... taking control of the game. And he was wearing those jeans again... but his normal, casual, predictable dress shirt had been replaced by a tank top that made Bee's costume look baggy.
"Nothing." He said, voice perfectly level, controlled... fuck, but he was hot like this. Even more than when he was flustered and kind of hostile. I almost lost it when he sat on the edge of my bed, peering at my laptop. It was all I could do not to grab him and jump him right there... but that was a step neither of us could really afford to take. It had to stay a game... I told myself it was for the team. I've been telling myself that for years... about everything. Eventaully, it becomes true. I swear it does... "What are you working on?"
"Nothing." I replied, doing my very best, most annoying Garth impression. It didn't even get the ghost of a glare out of him. Something was up. Something big. "What do you want?" I asked, and the words came out harsher than I meant them to, more suspicious and ragged... but he still didn't do anything more than blink.
"I just figured... everyone is out and we still have a few hours before Robin and his crew get here..." He shrugged, not noticing how tense I'd become. Shit, the party... I'd forgotten they were coming. It'd been a whole year after all, and we hadn't killed each other. If that wasn't a reason to celebrate, nothing was.
But it also meant seeing Robin... and Garth... in the same place.
Good thing all of this was just a game. Just a diversion from the stress of saving the city every other day...
Otherwise, I'd be in deep trouble.
I'm not really all that good at hiding my feelings, you see... might have noticed that about me. Everyone knew I'd had a crush on Robin, since way before that 'Master of Games' fiasco... and I know my team knows exactly what's going on with Garth. But Robin doesn't know me and Garth are, you know...
And Garth sure as hell doesn't know that my 'crush' ever went beyond the distant pining stage...
I take it back.
I'm in deep, deep, deep trouble...
Part Three
Title: Upping the Ante
Author: Rae
Sequel to 'Tides of War' by, once again from Garth's POV
Pairing: Roy/Garth
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Garth tries to repay Roy, but it ends up backfiring.
A/N: Um...This part is pretty short, and angsty, and you should really read the second part or this won't make sense.
*****
'This shirt is really uncomfortable.', For some reason, that was the main thought running through my head. Which made no sense, because it was no tighter then my uniform. The difference was Roy didn't look at me like that when I wore my uniform.
Why the hell had I even worn this? I tugged at it, trying to make it more comfortable, and noticed Roy's expression. The look of complete and utter shock. That was why I had worn this, why I had changed out of my dress shirt. He was always surprising me, like when he had gone maskless to the theaters, and I had wanted to return the favor.
I was amazed he hadn't jumped me yet. That was one of that bad parts of this relationship; every time we were alone he slammed me up against something. Since we had started dating I had become very intimate with the hallway walls.
Still, I had started this, so I knew I had to keep playing. I leaned closer, pretending to look at the screen of the laptop, while trying to keep a calm and collected expression on my face.
Damn. He was still just laying there. What else could I do?
"You okay? You seem kind of tense...", I murmered, leaning closer to him. He hadn't said anything since my last comment, but that could have been because he seemed to be having trouble breathing. That breathing problem just got worse as I laid my hand on his arm.
Funny thing was, he didn't seem to think that I knew how he felt. And I didn't know exactly, but the way he acted suggested more then just some mild crush. How blind did he think I was? That was another reason I had decided to do this; I wanted him to know that despite the fact that making out in public kind of freaked me out, I did like being with him. Not that there was anything serious going on, of course.
Shit. Was I in denial, or were we just idiots?
"Garth...", Roy started talking, and I winced. I knew that tone; it was the lecturing, condescending one that I doubt he even knew he had.,"You need to leave."
"Why?", I whispered.
"Because I can't control myself much longer. In about 5 seconds I'm going to jump you.", His voice sounded oddly strained, not the cool mocking tone I was used to.
"So?", He froze, then turned slightly to look at me, eyes wide. I smirked, "I'm not joking Roy.", He stared at me blankly for another few moments then shook his head, biting his lip like he was trying to keep from saying something.
"No. I can't. Get out."
I scowled and leaned my head on my hand, "Damn. We have a few hours alone and you decide to be bitchy."
That was when his famous temper decided to kick in, "Get the hell out of my room!"
I stood up and walked towards the door, pissed. I didn't know why he was acting like this, but I had already decided not to do anything more. If this was what happened when I made an effort and tried to play the 'game', then he could go to hell. I didn't really care.
Title: Ravaging Garth
Author: Rae
Pairing: Roy/Garth
Rating:
Summary:
Soundtrack:
I paused outside the door and cringed, wondering if he was waiting up. He probably was; he seemed to have trouble sleeping when I was out on a date. A few more minutes passed before I ventured in. I would have waited longer, but he tended to freak if I stayed out past two.
"Hey, How did it go?"
I winced, glancing over my shoulder. Yep, there he was. Waiting. Son of a bitch.
"Pretty good." I shrugged, leaning back against the couch.
"Pretty good? That's it? What did you guys do?" He took a step closer and I scowled.
"Who are you, my mother? Back off, Roy."
"I'm just asking!" Speedy glared at me, getting pissed off like usual. That guy has such a short fuse; I swear to god it's impossible to have a polite conversation with him.
"Well don't! And don't wait up. That's getting creepy."
"Screw you! This is what I get for worrying about my friend..."
"Friend? Yeah right!" I walked toward the hall, flipping him off as I went. "We all know you want me, but you don't have to be so obvious about it!" I called mockingly, just trying to bug him. Next thing I knew, I was pinned against the wall. It happened so fast... I still don't know how he did it, but I went from walking to my room to staring into his eyes.
"Why the hell do you always say shit like that, Garth?" He hissed, pressing me closer to the wall.
"I wouldn't if it wasn't true. Even Starfire knows." I smirked, but that expression quickly disappeared as his hand left my arm and curled around my neck.
"So what if it is true...?" He muttered, leaning in closer.
I didn't even have time to protest before his lips were pressed against mine. I freaked and tried to pull back, but I was up against a wall. Genius. A few more seconds passed, and he still hadn't let go. I realized the only way to get free was to freak him out and bolt, so I kissed him back. Next thing I knew, his other arm was around my waist, my arms wrapped around his neck, and we were laying on the couch.
After he finally let go we just sat and stared at each other. I was still shocked, but he seemed pretty damn pleased with himself.
"Well... night. See you tommorow." Then he just stood up and walked off. I watched him go, then lay back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. No way that had just really happened.
*****
I sat on the couch, beating the game controller against the cushion. My fifth try today, and I still couldn't beat Bumblebee's score. That girl was good at gaming; she even beat Cyborg on a regular basis. Fortunately I had the Tower to myself, so no one was around to mock how badly I was doing. Or so I thought.
"You really are bad at that." I jumped and looked over my shoulder so fast that I almost got whiplash. And of course, there was Roy, smirking at me. "Hey, where is everyone?"
I turned back around, avoiding his eye. It had been a few weeks since the... thing had happened, and I was starting to believe it was just a dream. If it was, what the hell did it mean? He hadn't mentioned it, hadn't made any moves, so I had written it off as a nightmare. "Shut up. Bee's out with the guy TT West introduced her to, and Mas y Menos are probably off bugging Starfire again."
"What guy...? Oh, yeah. Hotspot." He walked up behind me and began idly playing with my hair. I froze.
"What are you doing?" I snapped, turning to face him and pulling my hair out of his grasp in the same motion. "And what is up with you?"
He just smirked and pounced on me, pining[pinning] me to the couch. "You really suck at that videogame, Garth. But I bet I could find a game you're good at..."
*****
"Okay Titans! I'm going out for the day. Try not to kill each other." Bumblebee walked out of the room, tugging on her t-shirt and jeans. I watched her go and rolled my eyes.
"Is she going out with Hotspot again?" Roy plopped down next to me and glanced at the door, eyebrow arched.
"Yep." I edged away slightly, glad that Mas y Menos were around. He hadn't done anything since the week before, but now I knew it wasn't a dream. I'd had a mark on my neck to prove it.
"Doesn't he live on the other side of the world?"
"Yeah. But knowing Bee she'll fly to Jump City and have Raven teleport her everytime they have a date." I got up and wandered towards the kitchen. He was still being good, but how much longer would that last?
"I don't think Raven will like that." He flipped through the magazine I had just dropped.
"I don't think Beast Boy will either." I smirked then leaned back against the counter. "Hey, where are Mas y Menos?"
He looked over at me and smiled slightly. "Oh, they went out a while ago."
I felt my blood run cold as he stood up, approaching me slowly. "Really? Well. I think I'm going to go to my room." He grabbed my arm and I winced.
"Mind if I go with?"
"Yes!" I glared at him and tried to pull my arm away. "What are you doing?"
"You ever dated a guy?"
Where had that come from?? "No!"
"Exactly." He laughed and leaned towards me, but I turned my head. I wanted a better answer then that. Hell, I didn't even know what that meant!
"'Exactly'? What the fuck do you mean, 'exactly'?"
He scowled, and backed away a few inches. "If I had just asked you out you never would have said yes. But I figured that if I showed you that kissing me wasn't all bad, I'd have a better chance."
I blinked. Stared. Blinked again. "Wait...this was all part of an elaborate scheme?" I was amazed. I never thought Roy could put that much effort or thought into something.
"Kinda." he shrugged, then smirked. "So, we have a few hours alone. What should we do?"
I returned the smirk. "I'm sure you'll think of something." Okay, so it had been wierd. Not to mention confusing. But... I was impressed. And I had to admit, in all honesty, he was a really good kisser.
Title: Tides of War
Author: sladexrobin
Sequel to 'Ravaging Garth' by Rae, but from Roy's POV
Pairing: Roy/Garth, Roy/Robin[implied], BumbleBee/Hotspot[background]
Rating: Um... it gets all escalate-y... and Roy does some mental cussing... so, R.
Summary: Roy takes the teasing a step too far [or not far enough, rather] and Garth turns the tides of the ongoing battle...
A/N: Roy's POV... I'm not very happy with the tense situation [grammatically] so I might tweak that... otherwise, I'm rather pleased with this. ^__^
Soundtrack: I know there was a fic set to it recently, but 'Coin-Operated Boy' by the Dresden Dolls... the lighter side of it, ne? Also 'Fast As You Can' by Fiona Apple. Thank you once again to Kazmira for the music. ^__~
*****
You know, given the amount of time we all spend avoiding each other, or off doing our own things... it's a wonder this city hasn't been over run. I'm beginning to understand why Robin was so against the idea of a long distance relationship.
Not that I care now, of course.
I have to remember to thank him for his OCD like focus the next time I talk to him. Without it, I hardly think I'd be getting ready to go to the movies with Garth... for the third time this week. The local theater is having some month-long monster movie marathon... not that we've been paying a whole hell of a lot of attention, if you catch my drift.
When I opened my door, there he was, as he always was... leaning against the wall looking thoroughly out of place without his costume. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. He looks damn good in denim... it just catches me off-guard to see him standing there with his hands in his pockets and his face hidden by his hair.
He looked over at me as I stepped into the hall and I swear, that pleased little smile of surprise is like a drug. I lifted one hand to my face, brushing my fingers across the bridge of my nose... where my mask wasn't. I guess we all have our weaknesses.
"You ready?" He asked, his eyes traveling down my chest in a way I still haven't gotten used to as he turned toward me. "What are you wearing?" I smiled at the way he carefully didn't mention my lack of masked mystique. I slipped my arms around his waist and pulled him against me, speaking into his mouth.
"What? You said I looked good in grey..."
He kissed me, his hands playing with the collar of my turtleneck. He laughed and pulled back, resting his forearms on my shoulders.
"But a sweater? Seems a bit... sophisticated for you..."
I pushed him back against the wall, sliding my hands up his sides and untucking his predictably dark blue dress shirt.
"It was a present from Ollie..." I answered, keeping my voice carefully careless and bored even as my fingers traced the tight muscles of his abdomen. It was part of the game, making this seem normal, unremarkable... even while we were rushing on toward something deeper than either of us were ready for. Because as long as we didn't say it, didn't admit that we knew where we were headed or that we cared... we could keep making out in hallways and movie theaters without having to talk it to death.
"It's nice..." He said, gasping against my lips as my palms ghosted up his sides. "Maybe we should just stay in tonight... Just the two of us?" He asked, but I was already pulling away, hands in my pockets to keep them away from my eyes.
"Nah... you're too sophisticated for me." I quipped, already halfway down the hall. "Come on, we're gonna be late..."
*****
"You know," Garth began, and the sound of his voice made me look around at the people filing past us out of the theater. The movie was over, and I hadn't even seen the previews. "Making out with you is getting expensive..."
I snorted, grinning and watching the last couple disappear out into the lobby, my arms still wound around his torso.
"What are you trying to say, Garth? I'm not worth it?"
"No... I'm just curious what I'd get if I paid a little more..."
I knew he was joking, but it still stung a little, somewhere in the back of my mind. Looking around quickly to make sure we were really alone, I pulled my arms away from him and pushed myself over the flimsy seat arm, straddling his lap as well as the small seat would allow. I slid my hands through his hair in that way that always reduces him to shuddering little noises and kissed him as deeply as I could, tasting every recess of his mouth and half hoping that someone would walk into the darkened theater... After a long moment I let him breathe, smirking and murmuring against his temple, "How much more are you willing to pay, Garth?"
He pulled me down into another kiss, but I could tell that was as much of an answer as I was going to get. He was holding himself too tense, stopping all his normal squirming and instinctual movements. Sighing against his mouth, I pushed myself to my feet and offered him my hand, knowing that he wasn't really comfortable doing anything beyond making out in a semi-public place...
"Home?"
"Home." He responded, and the relief in his eyes was almost painful... but mostly it was just sexy on a level I didn't want to contemplate.
*****
I'm still surprised whenever someone knocks on my door. I guess I got used to no one really caring where I was or what I was doing... now though, since this thing with Garth, it seems like as soon as I close the door something is happening that requires my attention... I wonder if this is why Robin stays up nights, locked away in his lab where no one dares to bother him. Or--
>>Knock~knock~knock<<
Never a dull moment in the life of a teen super hero.
"What? It's open." I called, not looking up from my laptop, not caring that I was sprawled all over my bed until I looked up. "Garth, what's going on?" I asked, forcing myself not to sit up, not to act shocked. He was playing my part... taking control of the game. And he was wearing those jeans again... but his normal, casual, predictable dress shirt had been replaced by a tank top that made Bee's costume look baggy.
"Nothing." He said, voice perfectly level, controlled... fuck, but he was hot like this. Even more than when he was flustered and kind of hostile. I almost lost it when he sat on the edge of my bed, peering at my laptop. It was all I could do not to grab him and jump him right there... but that was a step neither of us could really afford to take. It had to stay a game... I told myself it was for the team. I've been telling myself that for years... about everything. Eventaully, it becomes true. I swear it does... "What are you working on?"
"Nothing." I replied, doing my very best, most annoying Garth impression. It didn't even get the ghost of a glare out of him. Something was up. Something big. "What do you want?" I asked, and the words came out harsher than I meant them to, more suspicious and ragged... but he still didn't do anything more than blink.
"I just figured... everyone is out and we still have a few hours before Robin and his crew get here..." He shrugged, not noticing how tense I'd become. Shit, the party... I'd forgotten they were coming. It'd been a whole year after all, and we hadn't killed each other. If that wasn't a reason to celebrate, nothing was.
But it also meant seeing Robin... and Garth... in the same place.
Good thing all of this was just a game. Just a diversion from the stress of saving the city every other day...
Otherwise, I'd be in deep trouble.
I'm not really all that good at hiding my feelings, you see... might have noticed that about me. Everyone knew I'd had a crush on Robin, since way before that 'Master of Games' fiasco... and I know my team knows exactly what's going on with Garth. But Robin doesn't know me and Garth are, you know...
And Garth sure as hell doesn't know that my 'crush' ever went beyond the distant pining stage...
I take it back.
I'm in deep, deep, deep trouble...
Part Three
Title: Upping the Ante
Author: Rae
Sequel to 'Tides of War' by, once again from Garth's POV
Pairing: Roy/Garth
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Garth tries to repay Roy, but it ends up backfiring.
A/N: Um...This part is pretty short, and angsty, and you should really read the second part or this won't make sense.
*****
'This shirt is really uncomfortable.', For some reason, that was the main thought running through my head. Which made no sense, because it was no tighter then my uniform. The difference was Roy didn't look at me like that when I wore my uniform.
Why the hell had I even worn this? I tugged at it, trying to make it more comfortable, and noticed Roy's expression. The look of complete and utter shock. That was why I had worn this, why I had changed out of my dress shirt. He was always surprising me, like when he had gone maskless to the theaters, and I had wanted to return the favor.
I was amazed he hadn't jumped me yet. That was one of that bad parts of this relationship; every time we were alone he slammed me up against something. Since we had started dating I had become very intimate with the hallway walls.
Still, I had started this, so I knew I had to keep playing. I leaned closer, pretending to look at the screen of the laptop, while trying to keep a calm and collected expression on my face.
Damn. He was still just laying there. What else could I do?
"You okay? You seem kind of tense...", I murmered, leaning closer to him. He hadn't said anything since my last comment, but that could have been because he seemed to be having trouble breathing. That breathing problem just got worse as I laid my hand on his arm.
Funny thing was, he didn't seem to think that I knew how he felt. And I didn't know exactly, but the way he acted suggested more then just some mild crush. How blind did he think I was? That was another reason I had decided to do this; I wanted him to know that despite the fact that making out in public kind of freaked me out, I did like being with him. Not that there was anything serious going on, of course.
Shit. Was I in denial, or were we just idiots?
"Garth...", Roy started talking, and I winced. I knew that tone; it was the lecturing, condescending one that I doubt he even knew he had.,"You need to leave."
"Why?", I whispered.
"Because I can't control myself much longer. In about 5 seconds I'm going to jump you.", His voice sounded oddly strained, not the cool mocking tone I was used to.
"So?", He froze, then turned slightly to look at me, eyes wide. I smirked, "I'm not joking Roy.", He stared at me blankly for another few moments then shook his head, biting his lip like he was trying to keep from saying something.
"No. I can't. Get out."
I scowled and leaned my head on my hand, "Damn. We have a few hours alone and you decide to be bitchy."
That was when his famous temper decided to kick in, "Get the hell out of my room!"
I stood up and walked towards the door, pissed. I didn't know why he was acting like this, but I had already decided not to do anything more. If this was what happened when I made an effort and tried to play the 'game', then he could go to hell. I didn't really care.