AUL Oneshots and Stuff

I miss you: TheGentleman x Mr. Cheese

Okay so this one dips into smut terrotory... but thats okay because I got a AI to write it for me!

So technically I still havent written smut... So, onward!!

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TheGentleman had just arrived home from his month long business trip. He looked around and said, "Mr. Cheese! I'm home at last!" expecting him to run in.

This did not occur.

Mr. Cheese was nowhere to be found. As he walked to his room TheGentleman was confused as he stood in front of the door with his suitcase in hand. "Is anyone there?" No one answered. He opened the door slowly. Inside was a mess, clothes everywhere. He could only make out the shape of a person on the bed covered lightly with blankets. 

"Mr. Cheese? Is that you? Are you alright?" 

Still nothing.

"Are you sick?" 

Mr. Cheese did not move or say anything. Mr. Cheese thought for a second about what had happened but it still didn't make sense. Had Mr. Cheese been so caught up in missing his boyfriend that he'd become depressed?

"Mr. Cheese..."

Finally a small movement followed by a groan was heard. "What? What is it? Who's there?"

TheGentleman took another step forward as though getting closer would somehow help with whatever was going on inside Mr. Cheese. "Hey... I'm here... Is everything okay?" 

Mr. Cheese continued to mumble incoherently under his breath until finally he sat up and looked directly into the face of his boyfriend.

"Oh... You're back." A little bit of the color returned to Mr. Cheese's cheeks as he recognized the handsome stranger. "Why are you here?"

TheGentleman sighed knowing that this wasn't going to go any farther. This whole thing seemed a little too far fetched while Mr. Cheese was disoriented.

TheGentleman reached out and pulled himself onto the bed next to Mr. Cheese laying down on his back. "I missed you too, Beanie Boy."

Mr. Cheese smiled fondly at the nickname. He lay back down snuggling into his boyfriend's side.

"How did your trip go?"

TheGentleman shrugged. "Pretty good. There were a lot of people there... They all talked a little too much."

Mr. Cheese nodded in agreement knowing that his boyfriend hated socializing. He knew how bad he got when he was forced to talk to strangers who wanted nothing more than an excuse to gossip.

"It sounds like it went well then..."

"Yeah."

Later that day, Mr. Cheese remained unresponsive. While Mr. Cheese is in the kitchen cooking TheGentleman checks on him. Mr. Cheese is currently sitting on a chair looking very sad as though he wants to cry.

"Hey, honey?"

Mr. Cheese turned his head towards the sound of the gentle voice. "Yeah?"

TheGentleman walked over to Mr. Cheese and kneeled down in front of him. "You feeling alright?"

Mr. Cheese sniffed. "I guess."

TheGentleman placed both hands on the edge of the chair and leaned down kissing Mr. Cheese on the forehead.

Mr. Cheese looked shocked at the sudden contact.

"You know... We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but I'm here."