A/N: Hello, one and all! Updating with a completed two-shot I have here. This was originally only one but, as my wandering muse allows it, I've completed the other segment today. I hope you enjoy!
Reviews are always welcome. Flames will keep me warm. It's pretty cold here, you know.
Old, disgusting thing. He bet the poor payphone hadn't seen the light of day in a while, for many grimy hands had rested upon it for a brief conversation.
Words of need had probably passed through its open pores. Words of anger, or lust, or joy...
He bet this payphone had a beautiful story to tell in its history.
Perhaps someday he would sit down and listen.
For now, though, he was about to become an addition to the tale.
Moving close to the metal box, Rigby fumbled wildly in his pocket for a two quarters, anxious heart beating fists into his ribcage. His flight from South Africa back to Cali was no walk through the park; then again, twenty-two hours and his cellphone only had a battery life of four at best.
It hadn't even been a full day yet and the brunette found himself in longing to hear his lover's voice, know more of him than just in the words of their texts.
He craved substance.
His fingers wrap around the ebony curve of the payphone, placing it to his ear and quickly stuffing the money into the thin slot. No time for some rambling machine's voice to tell him what to do, he just needed to /call/.
Ring...
Ring...
"Hello?"
"Mordecai!"
On the other line, the artist chuckles - his voice is low, tasting like honey drizzling right onto his tongue.
It leaves a fond taste in the writer's mouth.
"Hey. Finally get off your flight?"
"Y-yeah..."
"I'm glad. I missed you."
"I...I missed you too..."
"Are you okay? You sound cold..."
"I...I am..."
'Not really. I just want to see what you'll say.'
"Mh. Come home and I can warm you up..."
Just the way those words rolled off of his tongue made Rigby's spine ache; not in a bitter chill but in longing warmth for those lithe arms to wrap around him, for his husky murmurs to be right in his ear with soft lips and heated breath.
"I...I will be I'll be in the park in about an hour."
"Hour's too long." And it's easy to sense the pout on Mordecai's lips, the dissatisfaction he has with that given amount of time.
"I know, man...I want to be there with you now."
He can't believe he just said that. He is normally never this straight-forward. Tanned cheeks heat up like a kerosene lamp, flushing over in a light shade of red as his grip on the phone tightens up.
Was that a stupid thing to say? Would Mordecai think it too dorky or over-rated?
'I...I want to be smooth, like you.'
"Mh...don't worry, love. You'll be here soon. By then, I'll have dinner and a movie."
"R-really? What is it?"
"Er...well, I couldn't do much. I just got some McDonald's for the both of us and The Dark Knight. Benson didn't really put me to work so I didn't get paid a lo-"
"It sounds perfect!"
He squeaked it out in a hurry, loving the way fattening french fries and a superhero movie sounded.
All of it was with the artist, and that's all Rigby really wanted, really craved. Hell, Mordecai didn't even have to go and buy either - he would have been well-fed just by being in the presence of the man he loved.
"Sure? I wanted to get you something better..."
"N-no. I love it."
Silence.
"I should get going. Dad's getting impatient with me. I'll see you in an hour, okay?"
"Alright, man. I can't wait."
More.
'I…I'm going to say it first this time.'
"Rigby, I – "
"Mordecai I love you!"
A soft click of the tongue.
"Haha! You beat me to it, dude! That's the first time!"
"I…I mean it though. I…I love you…so much…"
His clutch at this point was utterly desperate – his anxiety started to flare up and fill his system with worry. Was it the wrong thing to say? Shouldn't he have just let the other man say it first?
"I love you too. More than you know, Rigby."
That single whisper was more than enough to stop the monsters of Fear in the brunette's trembling chest.
"Hehe…bye, man."
"Bye, dude."
Click.
"Come on, son! I'm not getting younger!" His father groaned, popping his back while waiting at the car. "Let's get out of here already."
"Yeah, bro, don't be so slow! Don't you wanna go back home?" Don teased, grinning.
"I'm coming, I'm coming! Jeez guys, don't get so wound up!"
Rigby left the phone with one of the best stories yet.