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Chapter 2 and the last one. I hope you've enjoyed this, Winter-Rae! -huggles-
Stretching his arms over his head, Garland winces when he receives a pop in his back for his efforts. He just finished stocking up the medical supply cabinet in the spare bedroom in the home of the Blitz boys. It's usually Kai's job to do this, but Miguel asked him if he could do it as Kai has been overworking himself this week and he wanted to take the enigma out for the night.
The look of shock and bewilderment on Kai's face when he came home to find Miguel and Garland at his place is something Garland will never forget. More so the expression when Miguel effortlessly throws Kai over his shoulder and told him they're going out for the night.
Neither teen will be seen until the next day. If at all then for the next couple of days if Miguel gets his way.
Shaking his head, Garland decides to take a break for a moment and sit down on the couch, waiting for Bryan, who currently completing a few errands of his own, to come home.
Glancing to his left, Garland notices a book and upon closer inspection he realizes it's his book. So Bryan did nick it. He's always doing that.
"That's where it went," he mutters to himself as he picks it up and flips through the pages.
He suddenly glances up from his book when he hears a frantic knock at his door. Confusion etches onto his face as he ventures towards the door and opens it. The door handle suddenly flies from his hand when a familiar platinum hair teen bolts in, and slams the door shut behind him, leaning against it as he breathes heavily.
"Bryan?" Garland rolls his eyes. "What have you-?"
"Shhh!" Bryan hisses as he places his ear against the door and listens. "I think they may have followed me."
Shaking his head, Garland walks away, heading back to his spot on the couch, picking up his book again. He soon decides that by the look on Bryan's face, he doesn't want to know what he's gotten himself into now.
"You're going to get your ass kicked one day," he warns.
"Not a chance," Bryan says smugly as he vaults over the back of the couch and lands next to him, immediately pulling the martial artist into his lap. "You're so cute when you're worried."
Garland hits him on the head with his book. "Oh, shut up. Don't tell me you're doing all this just to get my attention?"
Bryan nips at his neck. "I already have your attention."
Weakly trying to ward off Bryan's advances, Garland soon learns that it's a pointless battle and relents, allowing Bryan to pull him into a passionate kiss. Suddenly, Bryan breaks the kiss to glare at him with narrow eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
Knowing there is no point in arguing with the Russian by telling him that it's nothing, Garland sighs in defeat. "I'm worried about Brooklyn, ok?"
"Why?"
"It's just…" Garland trails off as he rests his head against Bryan's shoulder as he plays with the material of his shirt. "I have you. Mystel has Ray. MingMing has her singing career and Moses has his sister, who does Brooklyn have?"
Bryan stays silent as he slowly runs his fingers through Garland's silver strands, thinking to himself. "I get what you're saying," he tells him earnestly, "So, all we need to do is find Brooklyn someone who can sweep him off his feet."
A short chuckle of amusement escapes Garland's lips. "I suppose."
Suddenly, the front door flies open and Spencer bowls in, carrying Brooklyn bridal style in his arms. Dirty and a tad wet, Brooklyn clings to Spencer's neck in an effort to steady himself. He knows Spencer would never drop him, so he's just using that as an excuse to hold him close.
"Spencer," Brooklyn tries to assure the blonde, a blush darker than a cherry on his face, yet amusement dancing in his eyes. "I can walk. It's only a sprain."
"We can't take any chances," Spencer tells him, making no attempt to place him back on his feet.
On the couch, Bryan and Garland can do nothing but stare at the two in complete shock, there jaws nearly hitting the floor.
Brooklyn spies them and offers the two a shy smile. "I sprained my ankle and Spencer here refuses to let me walk on it," he tells them, deciding that it would be best if he doesn't tell them about the confrontation between him and a pair of drunken yahoos.
"A sprain ankle can be very painful," Spencer says, a hint of authority in his voice before turning his gaze to the teens on the couch. "Is the medical cabinet done?"
Wordlessly, Garland points over his shoulder towards the bedroom, never taking his eyes off the sight before him.
"Thanks," Spencer nods his head in gratitude and then effortlessly carries Brooklyn to the bedroom, ignoring the looks of shock on their faces. The sound of the door slamming close behind them quickly brings the two out of the trances and they share a look.
"I don't think you have to worry about him anymore," Bryan says with a smirk, pulling Garland further into his embrace.
Garland snuggles against his chest as a laugh escapes his lips. "I guess not."
Gently, Spencer lowers Brooklyn to his feet, keeping a hand on the small of his back in case he might fall. "Why don't you have a quick shower and then I'll bandage that ankle of yours."
Brooklyn pokes at his wet clothing, a smile gracing his lips. "I don't have anything to change into."
Spencer rolls his eyes. "I'll lend you some of mine then."
"Good," Brooklyn says. "I don't want to walk around naked with only a bandaged ankle."
Suddenly, Spencer's mind falls into the gutter and he realizes that even geniuses such as himself have weak moments. But, how can he not? The thought of Brooklyn only wearing a towel on his slender hip, beads of water dripping down his body, limping due to a bandaged ankle and looking vulnerable would bring on nose bleeds to anyone.
If he doesn't stop thinking like that right now, he'll have a nose bleed.
"Hey, Spencer?"
Spencer quickly snaps out of his R rated thoughts with a shake of his head and turns his gaze to Brooklyn, who has his back to him. His eyes immediately turn to concern when he notices the tension in the genius' form. "What's wrong?"
"They said I was a freak," Brooklyn whispers. "Were they right?"
Spencer finds himself gaping at Brooklyn's back. He didn't take those two idiots serious, did he?
"Who cares what they think," Spencer says as he walks across the room, and startles Brooklyn by wrapping his arms around him from behind and pulling him back against his chest. He gazes down at the top of Brooklyn's head, waiting patiently for him to relax in his arms.
In shock, Brooklyn stands completely still, well aware that a blush is appearing on his cheeks for the umpteenth time today. He soon begins to relax, the warmth of Spencer's strong arms giving him a sense of security and safety. A feeling his likes. Very much so.
"Spencer…" Brooklyn sighs as he leans back against the blonde behind him, resting his hands on his arms and letting his eyes drift close.
"What's wrong with being a freak, anyway?" Spencer asks softly. "I'm one. So is Bryan, Tala, Ian and Kai. We don't care what people think of us. In fact, Bryan revels in it."
Brooklyn can't help but chuckle, knowing that is true. He recalls a time when the zealously mischievous platinum told him that his day isn't complete unless he scares the hell out of a total stranger.
And a day hasn't gone by without him doing so yet.
"You're right," Brooklyn murmurs, the intoxicating sense of Spencer bring down all his barriers. "Thank you, for helping me today."
"Don't mention it."
Spencer slowly removes his arms from Brooklyn, only to turn him around and pull him back into his arms, facing each other. He begins to run his finger tenderly through the exuberant orange hair, carefully detangling all the knots. Purring much like a cat who has just finished a bowl of warm milk, Brooklyn nuzzles his cheek into Spencer's shoulder, relaxing fully and complete against him.
Holding the youth as close as humanely possible, Spencer continues to run his fingers through Brooklyn's hair, loving the warm feeling he is getting from him. He knows that Brooklyn is far more fragile than he looks, and wants nothing more to protect him from any harm. Seeing him today, sitting vulnerable on the ground nearly caused his heart to stop beating. It truly was incredibly heartbreaking.
"Brooklyn?" Spencer whispers and receives a small noise of acknowledgement from him in reply. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."
Brooklyn's eyes widen a fraction, before shimmering with an intense emotion he can't quite put his finger on. His heart begins to beat loudly in his chest as a giddy feeling settles in his stomach. "Spencer…"
"I will protect you," Spencer continues, gazing at him with a sense of warmth and determination.
Brooklyn swallows thickly. "Why?"
"Because I want to."
"You're a good person," Brooklyn smiles up at him, a light flush to his cheeks. "I'm very lucky to have someone like you in my life."
Spencer returns the smile, his hand moving up to gentle cup his cheek, entangling his fingers in the orange strands once again. Slowly, he tilts Brooklyn's chin towards him and ever-so gently, he presses his lips against the velvety soft lips of Brooklyn. Brooklyn's eyes widen in shock, but that quickly passes and he leans into the kiss, his heart skipping a beat when he feels Spencer's tongue touch his lips, tenderly forcing them open so he can explore the warn interior.
Slipping his hands up Spencer's muscular arms, Brooklyn wraps an arm around Spencer's neck, a hand entangling itself in the blonde strands as he pulls himself closer and deeper into the kiss.
As the kiss begins to turn passionate, Spencer pulls Brooklyn tighter to him and tilts his head to the side, successfully deepen the kiss. So much so, that Brooklyn immediately sinks into his arms and he is now holding the Beyblade genius off the floor.
Feeling his lungs begin to burn for not getting enough oxygen, Spencer breaks the kiss, watching with a sense of uncharacteristic smugness as Brooklyn reels back, breathing deeply and blushing madly.
Brooklyn clings to Spencer's neck, still in a bit of a daze from the kiss. "Wow," he whispers, peering cutely at Spencer. "I guess that makes us boyfriends now, huh?"
A little victory sign appears in Spencer's head.
"You better believe it," Spencer says, keeping his arms firmly around his now boyfriend. "Lets get you into come clean clothes, shall we?"
Brooklyn smiles up at him with his usual smile. "I'll need a shower first. But I might need some help, after all, I shouldn't walk on this ankle, should I?"
Being the smart blader that he is, Spencer soon catches on and in a blink of an eye, he has Brooklyn sitting in his arms again, his lips against his and is carrying him towards the bathroom.
Tada! My first Spencer/Brooklyn! How did I do? -Goes all giddy- I love protective Spencer, don't you?
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