~Frank/Fun Ghoul's POV~
I wake up to feel someone's arm around me. Then I realize that I'm laying on someone's chest. It hits me then- it's Party Poison. I take a deep breath and tilt my head up. He's awake, staring at the ceiling, a small smile on his lips. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. He looks down and his smile widens.
"Hey Ghoul..." I smile.
"Hey, Poison..." He lifts my chin with two fingers and kisses me soft on the lips before pulling away and kissing my cheek. I feel heat rise to my face as I look back down at his chest. He laughs softly and presses a tender kiss to my forehead.
"What's wrong, Ghoul? Too soft for you?" I shake my head quickly, blushing darker and Poison smiles, tilting my chin up and catching my lips in his. I let my eyes slip shut. Kissing Poison is just so... fucking good. It's intoxicating, really. I mean, I'm not one for public displays of affection, but Poison was just... I'll just say he was an exception.
"Not at all." I say when I break away and sit up, rubbing my eyes slightly. I don't know what time it is, but judging by the fact that it looks like the sun is just coming up, I'd say some time in the morning. I smile and spot my clothes on the floor before grabbing my boxers and jeans, sliding them on one after the other along with my other clothes.
The large hole in my shirt makes me grimace. It was a cool shirt. Black and yellow. It was a jersey for some old team. It had a hornet or some kind of bee-like insect as the mascot. So it was probably from Pennsylvania. They were notorious for that kind of stuff.
Poison's sitting up behind me as I pull on my dirty clothes. My side hurts, but I have to ignore it because I don't want Poison to worry. Poison... What was I going to do with him? I wasn't sure what. I wasn't about to be in a fucking relationship or something in the middle of the desert while there are Draculoids and everything everywhere, ready to kill us. I know that I like him. A lot. But I also don't want to get so attached that if something happens to him, I'm distraught and a mess and on the verge of running into a group of Draculoids firing their ray guns.
I tell this to Kobra a few hours later, when Doc is on his way back and Poison's cleaning up the room we were in. Jet-Star's helping him, I guess, because I don't see him anywhere. Kobra is silent for a few minutes. He's thinking.
"I'd normally say to just let by-gones be by-gones, but I can tell that you like him more than you're letting on. Maybe being in a relationship or whatever wouldn't make you so upset. Just the fact that something happened to someone you know would be enough to ruin everything." He says calmly.
"Why do you have to be so fuckin' smart, Kobra Kid?" He smiles a bit, a barely-there thing that makes me want to jump up and dance because he never shows much emotion.
"Because I'm me. Now shut the fuck up and quit fuckin' my brother." He laughs. "You know I'm kidding, right? I don't care." I nod.
"I know. I mean, I saved his life, you should be, like, eternally grateful and shit, punk." We laugh for a few moments. He rolls his eyes.
"Just because you're a little older than me doesn't give you the right to call me 'punk', short-stack." I shoot him a playful glare when the front of the diner's door opens.
"Hey Ghoul!" Show Pony skates in, removing his helmet to reveal a black eye. "How was Poison?"I blink a few times before his question registers. I blush dark red and open my mouth to speak, but Kobra beats me to it.
"Better than you, I'll bet." Pony smirks and slowly rolls over to Kobra, sitting close to Kobra in the booth he's in. So close, in fact, that he's practically sitting in Kobra's lap.
"Show Pony, quit terrorizing Kobra Kid and get Ghoul over here." Doc orders. Pony winks and whispers something into Kobra's ear that leaves Kobra Kid blushing as dark a red as me before he stands and walks away with Pony.
