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Title: Mesh and Paint
Fandom: Green Lantern Corps
Characters: Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner
Prompt: 007 - Days
Word Count: 664
Rating: PG
Summary: Guy is not a fan of diplomatic assignments. Kyle is not helping.
Author's Notes: Fluff and slash (m/m relationship). Set now-ish.
No amount of diplomacy was enough to excuse three days spent in a tiny freezing hole in the ground. No, Guy corrected himself, not even a hole in the ground - it was a hole in a giant piece of rock. If there had been dirt there, he could have found something flammable and set it on fire. Or perhaps a ring-ignited campfire would have been too much of a display of power for this backwater rock. What passed for government on the ball of mud he’d been sent to visit was wary of the Green Lantern Corps and its members, insisting on an inordinate amount of what they called self-restraint and Guy called pure idiocy. By this time, their paranoia was probably justifiable; if it had been up to Guy, he might have just slagged the entire planet and see if the Sinestro Corps or the Red Lanterns or anyone else could use it then. He had followed orders and played nice, and it had gotten him three days in a hole in the ground at sub-zero temperatures.
Patience was so very overrated.
It had paid off, though - he’d been the conduit for negotiation that just might keep part of this sector safer than it would have been, not to mention ensuring a line of communication between sectors. It had also taken three days rather than the expected week, possibly because Guy had lost patience after all and hinted in a remarkably subtle fashion that while the Green Lantern Corps was willing to be reasonable, the Yellows and Reds and whatever other colors popped up before this godforsaken mess was resolved might not be so accommodating. It had been a very small explosion, really.
Finally, finally, Oa was in sight again, where he could get a hot shower and possibly some sleep, among other things. Kyle was on that list somewhere, too, which made it only efficient to head to his place first and commandeer his shower.
Arriving at Kyle’s door, Guy discovered two things. First, he’d lost track of enough time in that cave to not realize that he’d reach Oa at the equivalent of three in the morning, and second, that Kyle wasn’t actually in his apartment. Cursing the Guardians’ particularly poor timing, Guy made use of the shower anyway before returning to his own room above the bar.
His bedroom held the answer to where the Guardians had sent Kyle, which was precisely nowhere. The light from the uncovered window spilled over Guy’s very definitely occupied bed. Muttering about an ambush, Guy closed the blinds loudly. It had no effect on Kyle, who could - and had and would - sleep through anything. Guy reached out and poked him roughly. “Move over.”
“Nnn?” While not a word, at least it was an answer.
“I got a bar to run in the morning. I need my beauty sleep.”
“Guy!” Before Guy could so much as blink, he found himself with an armful of clinging Kyle. There was something odd, though.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Kyle pulled back. It was too dark to see his face, but his voice was very definitely sheepish. “I missed you?”
“Right. I got that. But that don’t explain why you’re only wearin’ my football jersey. Where’d you even find the damn thing?”
“Uh, in your closet?”
Guy shook his head. He’d forgotten he even had it; he’d worn it while putting himself through college, playing for Michigan until an injury closed that door. The jersey must have been in one box or another and gotten dragged along to Oa without him noticing. He supposed there were worse things that could have been unearthed; an old football jersey was, after all, just a shirt. “Uh huh,” was all he said.
A moment passed in silence, and Kyle started to edge toward the door.
“I thought I told you to move over,” Guy said. He didn’t need to see the resulting brilliant smile to know it was there.
FINIS
Fandom: Green Lantern Corps
Characters: Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner
Prompt: 007 - Days
Word Count: 664
Rating: PG
Summary: Guy is not a fan of diplomatic assignments. Kyle is not helping.
Author's Notes: Fluff and slash (m/m relationship). Set now-ish.
No amount of diplomacy was enough to excuse three days spent in a tiny freezing hole in the ground. No, Guy corrected himself, not even a hole in the ground - it was a hole in a giant piece of rock. If there had been dirt there, he could have found something flammable and set it on fire. Or perhaps a ring-ignited campfire would have been too much of a display of power for this backwater rock. What passed for government on the ball of mud he’d been sent to visit was wary of the Green Lantern Corps and its members, insisting on an inordinate amount of what they called self-restraint and Guy called pure idiocy. By this time, their paranoia was probably justifiable; if it had been up to Guy, he might have just slagged the entire planet and see if the Sinestro Corps or the Red Lanterns or anyone else could use it then. He had followed orders and played nice, and it had gotten him three days in a hole in the ground at sub-zero temperatures.
Patience was so very overrated.
It had paid off, though - he’d been the conduit for negotiation that just might keep part of this sector safer than it would have been, not to mention ensuring a line of communication between sectors. It had also taken three days rather than the expected week, possibly because Guy had lost patience after all and hinted in a remarkably subtle fashion that while the Green Lantern Corps was willing to be reasonable, the Yellows and Reds and whatever other colors popped up before this godforsaken mess was resolved might not be so accommodating. It had been a very small explosion, really.
Finally, finally, Oa was in sight again, where he could get a hot shower and possibly some sleep, among other things. Kyle was on that list somewhere, too, which made it only efficient to head to his place first and commandeer his shower.
Arriving at Kyle’s door, Guy discovered two things. First, he’d lost track of enough time in that cave to not realize that he’d reach Oa at the equivalent of three in the morning, and second, that Kyle wasn’t actually in his apartment. Cursing the Guardians’ particularly poor timing, Guy made use of the shower anyway before returning to his own room above the bar.
His bedroom held the answer to where the Guardians had sent Kyle, which was precisely nowhere. The light from the uncovered window spilled over Guy’s very definitely occupied bed. Muttering about an ambush, Guy closed the blinds loudly. It had no effect on Kyle, who could - and had and would - sleep through anything. Guy reached out and poked him roughly. “Move over.”
“Nnn?” While not a word, at least it was an answer.
“I got a bar to run in the morning. I need my beauty sleep.”
“Guy!” Before Guy could so much as blink, he found himself with an armful of clinging Kyle. There was something odd, though.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Kyle pulled back. It was too dark to see his face, but his voice was very definitely sheepish. “I missed you?”
“Right. I got that. But that don’t explain why you’re only wearin’ my football jersey. Where’d you even find the damn thing?”
“Uh, in your closet?”
Guy shook his head. He’d forgotten he even had it; he’d worn it while putting himself through college, playing for Michigan until an injury closed that door. The jersey must have been in one box or another and gotten dragged along to Oa without him noticing. He supposed there were worse things that could have been unearthed; an old football jersey was, after all, just a shirt. “Uh huh,” was all he said.
A moment passed in silence, and Kyle started to edge toward the door.
“I thought I told you to move over,” Guy said. He didn’t need to see the resulting brilliant smile to know it was there.
FINIS