OH! So glad for recent bumps, or I would have never known this was here! :O
Have some drabbles, featuring mostly Guy and Kyle.
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“Might as well be a peacock, the way that bastard struts around,” Guy mumbled under his breath as he wiped down a counter.
“Glare any harder and his ass will ignite,” Kyle chuckled as he dried a glass before putting it on the shelf.
“I ain’t Supes, but that would be a great power to have,” Guy continued glaring.
Kyle slung the towel over his shoulder before folding his arms over his chest. “Only for it to piss you off when he has more people visiting him with get well wishes than hanging out at the bar?”
“We’ll have a free beer night to celebrate,” Guy smirked. “They’ll come here instead of there.”
“You think of everything, don’t you?” Kyle smiled and moved down the bar to intercept Hal before Guy could.
“What’s he grinning about?” Hal asked, an amused smile on his face.
"Starting a bonfire in your honor," Kyle grinned.
"I'm surprised," Soranik smiled as she sat beside Kyle. "Guy's not with you."
Kyle's grinning as he turned to her from looking off at the field of training rookies. He pointed to a swarming pile of new recruits attempting to take on the light-show of devious constructs being forced on them. Hovering above them is one Lantern, and from this distance Soranik can just make out the red hair.
"He decided to put in some overtime, help out 'Wog," Kyle chuckled, forming a construct of popcorn in a bowl. "Care to watch the show?"
"You didn't have to come out here, Icy," Guy said, his hands on the table in front of him.
"No, but I wanted to see how you were doing," Tora smiled softly, her eyes warm despite her elemental nature. "I still care about you."
Guy shrugged. "I'm fine-"
"You need anything?" Kyle was there at the booth, drying his hands with a towel.
"Thanks, kid, we're good," Guy waved him off. Kyle nodded and backed away, hesitating for barely a moment before he was gone.
Tora watched Kyle's retreat before looking at Guy. "So, you're fine?" she picked up the conversation where it stopped.
"Yeah, it's good here," Guy shrugged again, a little smile on his lips. "Corps keeps me busy. Maybe not out of trouble, but you know how that goes."
She hummed, she knew the life of a hero, and reached out to pat Guy's hand. "You're happy, righ-"
Two waters were placed on the table. Kyle straightened and smiled. "In case you get thirsty," he said, trying to look innocent.
"Sure, thanks," Guy rolled his eyes. "Now do you mind?"
Kyle made a placating gesture and made himself scarce.
Tora smiled. "So, do you treat him well?"
Guy was mid-sip from his glass and choked. "Hu-wha?"
"He's worried," she nodded her head towards the bar where Kyle was obviously trying to look busy.
Guy looked to the bar and shrugged, tracing condensation on the table. "He doesn't need to be, and he knows it."
"I think it's sweet," Tora cooed, and Guy scowled. "He watches our every move. See?"
Tora reached for Guy's hand again. Seconds later, Kyle was bringing a bowl of bar snacks by.
With a sigh, Guy smirked. "Sit, kid. It's alright."
Kyle looked between the two of them before slowly sitting beside Guy. He looked uncomfortable until Guy put his arm around his shoulders.
"I was just telling Tora here about how great things have been lately..."
When the bar is at it's busiest, it's also at it's loudest. There is laughter and shouting coming from almost every booth, every counter stool. The patrons enjoy themselves, ordering round after round, meals, snacks, food to go. The wait staff bustles along, chattering with the customers and laughing along. The green and black uniforms fill the place--all the more reason for things to not get so rowdy. On occasion, there are a few that don't know their place, but the rest, the regulars, they set them straight and operations continue as normal as they ask for seconds, thirds, fifths, tenths--hey, you're at your cutoff. It's loud, but it's a pleasing atmosphere with camaraderie and cheer, so no one complains.
When the bar is at it's loudest, Guy is happy.
"Watch this move," Guy says. He unbuckles his belt and it let's his jacket fall open. With two shifts of his shoulders, he's got his jacket down to his elbows and he let's it fall right off his arms.
Kyle laughs and holds up a construct dollar.
"Fuck no, I want the real thing, Rayner," Guy snorts, bending over to pick up his jacket from the floor. When Kyle whistles, he sighs and wiggles a little.
Prompt: body paint
Kyle read somewhere that body paint was supposed to be a sensual activity between lovers, to explore their bodies as well as their creative sides together. He explained this to Guy, who only rolled his eyes and smiled before yanking Kyle onto the bed. And so they used the chocolate paint to decorate each other. Kyle worked lines of tribal markings across Guy's chest, conscious of where they flowed as his tongue would eventually follow.
His conscientration was deep, and he only squirmed a few times against the tickle of Guy's brush. It took a few moments before Kyle realized that Guy had seemed to finish, and Kyle looked up to notice Guy was smiling rather smugly.
Kyle looked down at his own chest to find a crude drawing of a penis on his chest, erupting in playful splatters of chocolate cum.
"I'm not much an artist, but... ya know," Guy shrugged, proud of his work.
Kyle laughed, pulling Guy to him to kiss him. "Really sexy, Guy. Really sexy."
"This is a mistake," Kyle manages to gasp.
"I'm not risking getting fired for a damn mistake, kid," Guy growls.
Kyle squirms, moans, and arches against his partner. "We made an oath!" he whimpers in protest.
"So? You've been screwing around with Natu," Guy bites at Kyle's jaw, Kyle's earlobe. "What makes this different?"
Kyle tries to push Guy away, weakly. "We're bound to that oath," he says further.
Guy bites Kyle's shoulder hard, making the mark as obvious against Kyle's pail skin as he possibly can. "What is the difference?"
Kyle all but cries out in pain, writhing and rocking against Guy. "I'll lose you!" he gasps out, strangled.
"I'm not letting you go, not even to damn Natu-"
"Dammit, Guy!" Kyle finally shoves Guy off him. "You're on your final warning!"
Guy reaches for Kyle. "Like I said-"
"You're willing to give up being a Lantern for a quick screw?"
"-I'm not risking getting fired for a damn mistake," Guy growls again, pulling Kyle to him.
Kyle shudders against Guy as the red head steals an enticing kiss. "Besides, what makes you think this is gonna be quick, or even just a screw?" Guy smiles, devious and lewd.
Hal may have a few inches on Guy, but Guy has more size in his shoulders and chest. So when he looms, even looking up at Hal, he's still just as intimidating.
"Kyle's not going out. He's closing the bar tonight," Guy says with a growl.
Hal shrugs. "That's fine. I can just sit at the bar and wait-"
"No loitering," Guy adds.
"I can wait in his apartment."
"Wanna keep your balls intact?"
"Whoa!" Kyle is in between them, pushing them apart. "Whoa! What the hell is this?"
"I don't even know," Hal says, glancing at Kyle. "You mind telling me?"
Guy is jabbing a finger in Hal's chest. "I'm not letting you put moves on the kid, you hear me?"
"Hal wouldn't-" Kyle starts, but he is gently pushed aside.
"And if I was?" Hal asks, smirking, using his full height to look down on the red head.
Guy's blue eyes narrow for just a moment, and then he's grabbing Kyle by the skin-like covering of his uniform. Guy has his lips on Kyle's and the younger man falls instantly into step, his mouth parting in acceptance, his hands moving to Guy's chest. Guy pulls away slowly, dragging the rush of the kiss out until their lips finally seperate. Kyle blinks in a daze before heat breaks out on his pale face.
"Uh. Um..." he starts as he looks at Hal, who seems to be somewhat shocked himself.
Guy easily plows on. "He's mine. So I suggest you keep your hands to yourself. Or I'll break off your fingers and shove them so far down your throat you'll be fingering your own ass."
Kyle coughs to hide the laugh.
Hal clears his throat and smiles smoothly. "Duly noted."
In uniform, they tend to look green. In his University of Michigan sweatshirt, they are more of a slate blue. Under the mellow light of the bar, when Guy is at his happiest and most relaxed, his eyes are the prettiest baby blue Kyle has ever seen. He's yet to find a medium that captures the color completely.