Austeled one-shots

GAY BEACH

Context: frenemies with feelings.
(Inspo: The author by Luz)

3rd person:

The sky was beautiful. Citrus orange hues blended neatly with dashes of golden flecks. The sky was like a soup of orange juice and edible gold leaf. The sun stood proud amongst its work like a straight man after fixing his car.

Beneath the glittery gold sky was a calm ocean. Saxe and ginger merged together on the synthetic ocean surface, dancing together like forbidden lovers.

Even further back was a simple beach. Particles of khaki colour sand blended and split occasionally, forced to be too realistic for the old internal system to fully keep up. Darker coloured creases illustrated how far the ocean creeped up the sand, before collapsing back down again in exhaustion.

The sight was Pinterest worthy, honestly.

On the sand sat two men, blanketed in the warm glow of the horizon. The taller had razor sharp claws that looked blunter under the kind golden gaze. His sclera were inky black with faintly glowing white pupils and matching iris. He was chubby, with metallic silver arms and legs. He adorned basic black sweatpants and a simple dark green t-shirt with a black binder strap poking out.

The shorter was thin and pale, but not sickly so. He had big eyes and a little button nose. His irises were pitch black, but not hollow; a little glint of yellow tinted light remained in his eye. His clothes matched his irises - plain black. A hoodie, vest, and sweatpants.

Both of their gazes held on the swirl of warm tones above them. Neither moved. Not for a long while anyway.

Austin's pov:

My eyes flicked across the coded sky. It took me months to code in an 'evening' into the Wii Sports Resort. But it was worth it.

Although it wasn't my main focus. What was my main focus was the man beside me, sat just out of view. The man I'd spent nearly two decades hating. The man that was now sat beside me on the beach, watching the sunset together like some corny date.

It was pretty gay. But honestly, I was learning a lot about myself those few months, so it seemed stupid to say that.

The worst part wasn't being attracted to a man - albeit I wasn't super overjoyed about it - but being attracted to him. To Henry. To Eteled. To the man that literally fucking murdered me.

And yet here I was thinking of my hands (if you could really call them that) running up and down his body, squeezing, rubbing, cupping, grazing.

Not lustily, just.. we were both touched starved, okay? We'd been trapped in a damn Wii for 20 years. If you were trapped in a Wii for 20 years with someone only a few years older than you, you'd start thinking shit too.

My gaze slowly trailed over to the other. His deep blue eyes gazing up. Everyone thought they were pitch black, but I knew they weren't. I'd been close enough to spot the blue tint to them. The blue reflection when light mirrored off of their glossy surface.

I looked at the whole of him. His sharp jaw that had no stubble. (Matched his head, little bozo...) The vest that peeked out from under his hoodie, followed by a pale collarbone. The way he leaned back, propped up by his hands.

God, he was hot. And god, it frustrated me.

Eteled's pov:

I noticed eyes boring into my side. I looked back, which seemed to startle him.
"What are you looking at?" I cocked an eyebrow, not accusatory but confused and slightly amused. "You spent ages coding all this and you're staring at me?"