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Waterboy fumbles for his keys, fishing them out of his pocket. He flips through them before landing on the correct one, sliding it into the keyhole. He turns the knob, and walks inside as he locks it again behind him. He spots his grandma in the living room.
“Hi grandma,” he greets her with a smile.
“Herm dear what’s happened to you?” she asks face full of worry. He gives her a puzzled look as she continues to speak. “Your suit been torn!” she then adds, “And you’ve come home with broken goggles again,” she sighs.
“O-oh! Don’t worry grandma, it was- there was a rough shift today. I’m A-Okay,” he reassures her.
“It’s a good thing you have more than one suit, go and change dear I’ll fix this up for you right away,” she smiles.
He nods before trailing upstairs, stripping off his ripped up costume with only minor difficulty once in his room. He slips into blue swim trunks and a white t-shirt. Water instantly seeps into the fabric, making it mostly see through. Scratches and bruises are visible all over his body. He takes the stairs back down and hands his grandma the costume.
“Thank you grandma,” he says, beaming with appreciation.
“It’s no problem at all,” she smiles back at him. “Go ahead and rest. You’ve earned it,” she says.
Back up the stairs he goes, closing the door before he plops down awkwardly onto the bed. Plastic warp crinkles beneath him as he adjusts awkwardly. He reaches for the spare pillow, plastic moving noisily as he brings it to his chest. His face, usually flushed anyway, seems to deepen in hue. He groans softly into the pillow, only able to think about the way he embarrassed him today in front of Chase, and later the Z-Team.
Despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t help but grin at the memory of you feeding him. The situation felt intimate, and tender. If only it had truly been alone. He learned later that Chase wasn’t the only one to witness it. Once he had rushed out, greatly enough the second shift of the day had begun. As soon as the team clocked in, Invisigal piped up in the channels.
“Guys guess what, Waterboy’s getting laid,” she says.
Voices quickly overlap, some teasing, others congratulating. Waterboy only manages to yelp and stammer at first, unable to collect his words to defend himself.
“Okay is that really appropriate?” Robert asks with a sigh.
“Aye who cares? Spill lad, who’re you seeing?” Punch-Up asks.
“I’m n-not seeing- or getting laid!” Waterboy tells them.
“Bullshit, I saw you in the break room with that guy,” Visi adds.
“Well don’t keep us hanging, who has he with?” Flambae interjects.
“That new security guy, ugh I keep forgetting his name. But I saw them acting all gross in there, he was feeding Waterboy,” she chuckles.
“Hot,” Sonar comments.
Waterboy mumbles, “H-he was just- being nice- helping.”
“Helping how exactly?” Prism questions.
His cheeks flush as he tells the story, “W-well I gave him money- dollars, for the vending machine, t-the next day- time I saw him he brought me snacks- pastries.”
‘Oooo’s’ quickly filled the channels once more, leading Robert to step in.
“Can you guys focus on the tasks at hand? Whatever this is, not important right now, okay?” he says sternly.
“Yeah yeah whatever,” Flambae scoffs.
“On it,” Golem says.
“So… you two aren’t fucking?” Visi asks.
“No!” Waterboy shouts. He apologizes before adding, “We’re friends, h-he only fed me so I w-wouldn’t get them wet- moist.”
“Whatever you say pal,” Malevola chuckles.
“I’ll keep an eye on them,” Visi smirks.
“Please don’t,” Waterboy whines.
As the conversation died down, Waterboy sighed with relief, able to get his breath and focus.
He lays now in a pool of heat, the more he recalls the event the less ‘friendly’ it seems. His heart began the flutter quickly, your face flashing across his mind. He continues to think about as he shuts his eyes tightly. Sleep would make it go away. It wasn’t anything more than friendly, so why did it feel so good? Was this a crush? He’s had them before, but it never felt so intense like it did now.
He presses his face against his pillow and whines in confusion. Instead of thinking about this embarrassment, he focuses on just the desserts, and of course you. Slowly, but surely his heart rate slows and mind begins to come to a halt. He sighs before he drifts off to a peaceful sleep.