Yeesh
So, it's a bit late. I apologize. This is my first fic in this fandom. Hopefully, I didn't fuck it up.
I wrote for SWEETTALK101 for These Teen Hearts exchange. I hope you like it!
Rainbow
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: William/Gabe
Disclaimer: These colorful boys aren't mine. Sadly.
William doesn't think he's drunk. He *shouldn't* be.
He swishes the amber liquid, licking his lips, idly wondering if maybe someone had slipped him something. No, he bought this one and he hasn't put it down yet. Damn it, he thinks. It would have explained what was going on. He rubs his eyes with his free hand, hoping if he rubbed hard enough it would go away.
"Fuck," he grunts when he looks up.
The colors are still there; swirls of red, purple, white, and black stretching from Gabe's body. It reminded William of Pigpen from the Peanuts cartoons, except Pigpen had always been dirty. Gabe had never been this...colorful. William shrugs to himself after a moment, passing it off as the club being too dark and the lights being too bright. He decided to ignore the obvious fact that it was only Gabe that had a fucking rainbow around his body.
He waits until he's properly drunk before he relents to Gabe's crooked finger, pink sparking from his fingertip like a fired gun.
Bright, bright yellow engulfs Gabe when William slides through the crowd to dance with him. He squints against the brightness, almost reaching out to wave away the flecks of brown floating around him. William is about to ask Gabe if he was aware of the rainbow he was radiating, but light reds and orange bleed into the dimming yellow, making William's skin tingle.
"You have colors."
Gabe leans forward, yelling a "huh?" over the bass of the music.
William does reach out then, pressing his fingers against Gabe's shoulder, watching the colors change instantly to a blinding white. Gabe laughs; reds, browns, and orange tittering slightly, then bolding again. He wraps his arms around William's waist, pulling him close so now William was in the haze of Gabe's crazy ass aura.
William tries to explain to him when they finally stumble out of the club and into a cab, but all he manages to do is smack a dozing Gabe a few times with his flailing hands.
"Man, are you still fucking talking about that?"
Gabe curls closer, the calm blue haze rippling.
"Gabe, seriously, you're, like, glowing colors and shit."
William sighs, closing his eyes against the shifting colors. Gabe chooses that moment to trail wet kisses on his neck.
"What the hell did you take and why didn't you share?"
William glares at Gabe's hair when he feels his warm hand slip between his thighs. He wasn't above groping in the backseat of a cab, but, fuck, those damn swirls of colors were irritating his dehydrated brain. William pushed Gabe away, groaning when red turned into gray. Gabe sat up, pouting at him.
"What? I was listening! So, I have a rainbow! Big deal."
"No, but. It's just. I never saw your aura before."
"My 'aura?'"
If William were radiating colors, he'd probably be giving out streaks of black. He climbs out of the cab before Gabe could whine at him about the fare.
William tumbled onto the mattress, tired and a little annoyed. He squeezed his eyes shut when he saw Gabe's aura shining bright through the darkness.
"Dude, you can't shut it off or dim it or something?"
The bed dipped, and William wishes that he and Gabe weren't such good friends so that Gabe would have gotten a hotel instead. He wants to go to sleep and forget all about Gabe's stupid psychadelic aura.
"Why does it bug you so much?"
William buries his face in his pillow.
"Because it's just you! I think you're doing it on purpose."
William yelps when Gabe pushes him onto his back and straddles his waist, crossing his arms over his chest, petulant pout screwing his mouth. Black and dark blue erupt from Gabe and really, it's just tiresome now.
"Oh yes, because *everything* is about William Beckett."
They're both drunk and William's head is really starting to hurt from whatever the fuck Gabe is emitting and fuck it, William leans up to kiss Gabe. Gabe pushes him away after a moment, pinning his wrists to the bed, uncoiling his body to stretch along William's.
The swirls of colors are deliberate, hanging around them like a net, orange and red red red. William swallows thickly, curling and uncurling his fingers. Gabe's eyes are literally smoky, pink creeping in at the edges. Gabe draws forward to murmur against his neck.
"What color am I now?"
William doesn't remember much after that. It's all in colors and friction; red smears on his thighs, pink kisses along his collarbone and a dark blue fog around their hips. When he wakes up, he's suprised there aren't paint-like remnants all over the bed, on his body. Gabe is snoring, sprawled ontop of him, mumbling, completely rainbow free. William runs his hand through Gabe's hair, down his back. He raises his hand to his face. Nothing. He sighs in relief, letting his head fall back, his eyes slipping shut. He doesn't realize he had been dozing until he heard Gabe's squeaky "Oh my god!" He jerks awake, sitting up. He squints at Gabe. He looks like he did when he was telling him about that goddamn cobra.
"What?"
Gabe pointed at William's direction, but for some reason William knew it wasn't *at* him. William looked around.
"Gabe? What?"
A slow, knowing smile spread across Gabe's face.
"You're pink!"
William let out a loud "fuck!" and fell back against the bed, arm covering his eyes.
I wrote for SWEETTALK101 for These Teen Hearts exchange. I hope you like it!
Rainbow
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: William/Gabe
Disclaimer: These colorful boys aren't mine. Sadly.
William doesn't think he's drunk. He *shouldn't* be.
He swishes the amber liquid, licking his lips, idly wondering if maybe someone had slipped him something. No, he bought this one and he hasn't put it down yet. Damn it, he thinks. It would have explained what was going on. He rubs his eyes with his free hand, hoping if he rubbed hard enough it would go away.
"Fuck," he grunts when he looks up.
The colors are still there; swirls of red, purple, white, and black stretching from Gabe's body. It reminded William of Pigpen from the Peanuts cartoons, except Pigpen had always been dirty. Gabe had never been this...colorful. William shrugs to himself after a moment, passing it off as the club being too dark and the lights being too bright. He decided to ignore the obvious fact that it was only Gabe that had a fucking rainbow around his body.
He waits until he's properly drunk before he relents to Gabe's crooked finger, pink sparking from his fingertip like a fired gun.
Bright, bright yellow engulfs Gabe when William slides through the crowd to dance with him. He squints against the brightness, almost reaching out to wave away the flecks of brown floating around him. William is about to ask Gabe if he was aware of the rainbow he was radiating, but light reds and orange bleed into the dimming yellow, making William's skin tingle.
"You have colors."
Gabe leans forward, yelling a "huh?" over the bass of the music.
William does reach out then, pressing his fingers against Gabe's shoulder, watching the colors change instantly to a blinding white. Gabe laughs; reds, browns, and orange tittering slightly, then bolding again. He wraps his arms around William's waist, pulling him close so now William was in the haze of Gabe's crazy ass aura.
William tries to explain to him when they finally stumble out of the club and into a cab, but all he manages to do is smack a dozing Gabe a few times with his flailing hands.
"Man, are you still fucking talking about that?"
Gabe curls closer, the calm blue haze rippling.
"Gabe, seriously, you're, like, glowing colors and shit."
William sighs, closing his eyes against the shifting colors. Gabe chooses that moment to trail wet kisses on his neck.
"What the hell did you take and why didn't you share?"
William glares at Gabe's hair when he feels his warm hand slip between his thighs. He wasn't above groping in the backseat of a cab, but, fuck, those damn swirls of colors were irritating his dehydrated brain. William pushed Gabe away, groaning when red turned into gray. Gabe sat up, pouting at him.
"What? I was listening! So, I have a rainbow! Big deal."
"No, but. It's just. I never saw your aura before."
"My 'aura?'"
If William were radiating colors, he'd probably be giving out streaks of black. He climbs out of the cab before Gabe could whine at him about the fare.
William tumbled onto the mattress, tired and a little annoyed. He squeezed his eyes shut when he saw Gabe's aura shining bright through the darkness.
"Dude, you can't shut it off or dim it or something?"
The bed dipped, and William wishes that he and Gabe weren't such good friends so that Gabe would have gotten a hotel instead. He wants to go to sleep and forget all about Gabe's stupid psychadelic aura.
"Why does it bug you so much?"
William buries his face in his pillow.
"Because it's just you! I think you're doing it on purpose."
William yelps when Gabe pushes him onto his back and straddles his waist, crossing his arms over his chest, petulant pout screwing his mouth. Black and dark blue erupt from Gabe and really, it's just tiresome now.
"Oh yes, because *everything* is about William Beckett."
They're both drunk and William's head is really starting to hurt from whatever the fuck Gabe is emitting and fuck it, William leans up to kiss Gabe. Gabe pushes him away after a moment, pinning his wrists to the bed, uncoiling his body to stretch along William's.
The swirls of colors are deliberate, hanging around them like a net, orange and red red red. William swallows thickly, curling and uncurling his fingers. Gabe's eyes are literally smoky, pink creeping in at the edges. Gabe draws forward to murmur against his neck.
"What color am I now?"
William doesn't remember much after that. It's all in colors and friction; red smears on his thighs, pink kisses along his collarbone and a dark blue fog around their hips. When he wakes up, he's suprised there aren't paint-like remnants all over the bed, on his body. Gabe is snoring, sprawled ontop of him, mumbling, completely rainbow free. William runs his hand through Gabe's hair, down his back. He raises his hand to his face. Nothing. He sighs in relief, letting his head fall back, his eyes slipping shut. He doesn't realize he had been dozing until he heard Gabe's squeaky "Oh my god!" He jerks awake, sitting up. He squints at Gabe. He looks like he did when he was telling him about that goddamn cobra.
"What?"
Gabe pointed at William's direction, but for some reason William knew it wasn't *at* him. William looked around.
"Gabe? What?"
A slow, knowing smile spread across Gabe's face.
"You're pink!"
William let out a loud "fuck!" and fell back against the bed, arm covering his eyes.