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Well that was embarrassing…

Wait. What!

What the hell did he just get himself into.

Gekko didn’t know what he was expecting as a response, but it wasn’t a direct invitation. To Chamber’s own bedroom. He was joking when he sent that image—a simple jest, if you will. He didnt actually want to sleep with Chamber, no, that’s, well—!

He forced himself to take a deep breath. Chamber’s probably just inviting him for a sleepover, right? Surely he isn’t actually planning to. Like. You know. Haha. Sleep sleep with him. Surely not. Surely Gekko is just overthinking it and all will be fine and dandy and he will not completely embarrass himself even more. Nope.

Putting his phone down for a second, he took a moment to consider his options. Telling Chamber that “something came up” was immediately ruled out as an option—it was 8 PM and he knew that Chamber was aware of Gekko’s more carefree night schedule. The only reason he’d miss a chance to hang out with Chamber was to hang out with someone else, and Gekko’s no cheater. Platonic cheater, if that even exists.

Next option was to say “oh haha jk I didn’t ACTUALLY mean we should sleep together I was just nervous lololol”, or at least something along those lines. Gekko just shook his head at that thought. He would look even more stupid (if that was even possible at this point) if he tried that.

Maybe he should just go along with it? Yolo this shit with no plan? No, that wouldn’t do, he’s going to mess up so bad and find some way to trip on air. Chamber’s gonna look down at his cold, dead body with that rich, fancy, pretty, professional, exquisite, pristine, elegant, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, handsome, attractive, alluring, charming, immaculate, dazzling, pulchritudinous, beauteous, sublime, transcendent, imposing, majestic, splendorous, exalted, divine, glorious, heavenly, superb, did he forget to mention rich gaze of his.

Shit, did Gekko really just use his entire inner thesaurus to describe another man? Maybe. Is he going to burst into tears in approximately 5 seconds? Maybe. Is Gekko gay? Absolutely.

Anyways, time was ticking. Fast. He had wasted, like, 2 whole minutes of his time just panicking. Not a very beneficial management of his time when he had 10 minutes (now 8 and counting down at a very horrific rate) and a dream.

He’s calling Jett. Surely she would know what to do, right? Even though she’s been going through the worst sapphic crushing experience ever since Neon joined the protocol? Yeah. Her wisdom’s better than nothing!

Ring. Please pick up. Ring. Ring. Hey Jett. Ring. Ring. Ring. JETT PLEASE.

“Yo, Gekko, what’s up!” Jett beamed, laying on her bed with her airpods in. Probably blasting music.

THANK YOU JETT. Gekko let out a huge sigh of relief when he heard Jett’s voice. “Holy shit, Jett, I’m so glad you picked up it’s not even funny! I’m in a huuuuge pickle!”

“Like pickle rick big of a pickle?”

“Like 500 pickle ricks shoved up my ass kinda pickle, man!”

“Oh, oh shiit, that’s a lotta pickles,” Jett whistled. “Lemme guess, Wingman got a gun?”

Gekko glanced over at the wingman who was not in fact holding a gu—oh. Nevermind. Wingman has a gun. Anyways! “Well, yes, but that’s not the matter at hand here!”

“Our little hero has a GUN and there’s a bigger issue?!”

“There is absolutely a bigger issue here!” Gekko stressed, glancing over at the time and only fretting further. “So I sent Chamber this funny cat picture right, and its captions were “I love sleeping, lets do it together”!”

“That doesn’t sound as urgent as a wingman with an AK-47.”

“Pistol, actually,” Gekko corrected quickly before getting back to the main problem. “That’s not the point, he invited me to his fucking room with no other context, Jett! I have, like, 6 minutes left now until I have to get there!”

“Damn,” Jett replied flatly, almost seeming as if she was taking amusement in Gekko’s suffering. “Still doesn’t sound as urgent as Wingman with a pistol.”

Gekko let out a wail as another minute had passed. “JETT, I NEED HELP.”

“Just chill, man, he’s not gonna fuck you or anything,” Jett shrugged, not knowing what advice to offer. “Or maybe he will.”

“You’re not making this any better!” he cried out in a frenzied manner. “Please, just bestow me with some knowledge here, o’ great Jett!”

Jett paused to think while Gekko’s heart began to beat out of his chest. “Hm… I dunno man, just go with the flow. If he’s actually asking you to fuck and you don’t wanna, which won’t actually happening, just say you didn’t mean it that way.”

“How are you so sure he’s not gonna ask to do the deed?!”

“My source? Just trust me, bro,” Jett said nonchalantly as Gekko let out an overdramatic wail. “Also, you have like 5 minutes left, maybe you should just get going already. Give up on the planning process.”

“Wow, ok Phoenix,” Gekko groaned but obliged, realizing that he had to get himself ready and sort out the Wingman with a gun ordeal. Fun. “Shit, you’re right, gotta get going. Cya!”

“Good luck,” Jett replied before Gekko hurriedly hanged up, immediately jumping off his bed and running over to where Wingman was. Wingman pointed the gun at him.

Gekko stumbled back and put his hands up, laughing nervously. “Woah there little homie, we can talk about this, yeah? Can you give me that gun?”

Wingman narrowed his little creatures eyes. Gekko felt his heart skip a beat—he’s pretty sure it isn’t loaded, but you can never be too sure. “…Please?”

After a tense couple of seconds, Wingman relented and waddled over to hand Gekko the gun. He let out a sigh of relief, giving Wingman a pat on the head before checking if the gun had any ammo. Nah, empty. Thank god.

He pondered on if he should bring his gang or not, but ultimately decided not to. If Chamber actually wanted to… you know what, Gekko didn’t want any of them to be exposed to such degeneracy. He needs to be a good role model.

Following a text to a few of the younger agents saying they could come to Gekko’s room to take care of his gang for the night, he sent a final wave to the creatures before leaving. He knew that at least one or two of them would take the chance. Jett’s probably running over as we speak.

His hypothesis was proven correct almost immediately while he was walking down the hallway. Jett was speed walking faster than Gekko’s running towards his room, sending him a quick wave. “Oh, hey there Gekko! Saw your text and immediately got up. I’d die before missing the chance to hang with your gang.”

“Expected that one,” Gekko said with a chuckle as Jett rolled her eyes, passing him to get to Gekko’s room. “The gun doesn’t have ammo, by the way!”

“Good to know!” she called back from already across the hallway before turning away again. Gekko hummed and continued to walk to Chamber’s room. When he finally got there, he just… stood there awkwardly. Until he realized he should probably just knock or ring the doorbell, and he decided to do both. “Yo, it’s Gekko!”

Gekko heard some shuffling before the door opened, revealing the man, the myth, the legend himself—Chamber. “Ah, bonsoir, Gekko. I’m overjoyed that you took my offer.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the life of me, man,” Gekko grinned. He didn’t really know what a boon sewer was, but he could only assume it was some sorta greeting. As he entered, he closed the door and settled down on the couch in front of the bigass TV Chamber had. Ok bro! We get it, you’re rich!

The couch was really comfortable. Probably 5 times more expensive than all of Gekko’s purchases combined, knowing Chamber. Chamber threw some chips over to Gekko and a can of coke from his minifridge, knowing that Gekko was going to ask for them anyways.

“I’m surprised you have these ready in your room,” Gekko commented as he caught the coke. Maybe a bad idea to throw soda, but whatever. “You don’t strike me as a chips and soda guy.”

Chamber sent him an amused and curious look. “And why's that?”

“You’re just, er, really fancy?” Gekko answered with uncertainty, unsure of how to explain it. “Too fancy for it?”

“I assure you that I’m just a normal person, Gekko,” Chamber chuckled but shrugged as he sat back down on Gekko’s right. “But you are slightly on the mark. I don’t eat chips or drink soda too often. I just have them in case guests want them.”

“Oooh, that makes more sense,” Gekko whistled, picking up the TV remote. Oh yeah, it’s Netflix time. After a small discussion and persuasion, Gekko somehow managed to convince Chamber that watching Pokémon Journeys was the best option even though they were grown ass men. Japanese dub too, to make sure that Chamber was paying attention to the screen.

They talked every once and a while. Usually it was Gekko ranting about Pokémon technicalities while Chamber just slowly nodded and pretended he could understand. Somehow they went for multiple hours without distractions. The only time they got up was either Gekko going to grab more snacks for himself, or bathroom breaks.

——

It was 12:34 AM. Chamber looked over to his left, glancing down at Gekko. The younger man was leaning on Chamber’s shoulder, having fallen asleep at some point near the strike of midnight. Chamber reached for the remote and turned off the TV; the episode was ending anyways. He should also get to sleep soon.

He picked Gekko up and carried him bridal style to his king-sized bed. Chamber took a second to admire how comfortable Gekko looked asleep in his arms—it was a cute sight. He set the man down on the right side of the bed, tucking him under the fairly thin blanket. It was summer, after all, and Chamber wasn’t the fondest of sweating.

After that, he turned away and walked back to the couch, throwing away some of the trash and making sure there weren’t any crumbs. He took Gekko’s phone to the bed and plugged it into charge on Gekko’s nightstand. Chamber considered sleeping on the couch with a spare blanket, until he remembered that Gekko was here to, well, sleep with him. His bed could fit the both of them, anyways.

Turning off the dim LED lights, that were the only thing illuminating the room all this time, he walked back over to the bed. He got on to the bed, throwing the covers over himself and checking his phone for any texts. Nothing but some mindless texting from the casual protocol group chat. After that, he took off his glasses, plugged his phone into his charger, and set it on his nightstand. Finally, he laid down on the bed and dozed off.

—

When Gekko woke up, it was warm. Real comfortable. He had dreamt a real weird dream about Wingman… Wingman had a gun. Not one, actually, multiple. Wingman—yes, Wingman, not Gekko—was on some mission with Iso, Fade, Viper and Omen. What a random group… and scary.

He couldn’t recall all of his Omega earth enemies in the dream. Only Deadlock, because she killed Gekko—no, Wingman. An abnormally large Wingman was the one doing the fighting. Gekko was just a small shrunk version of himself that fit in the palm(?) of Wingman’s hand(?) and ran around to defuse the spike.

…Fun?

After trying to remember the details of that concerning dream, he realized this was definitely not a couch nor his own bed. Huh, how did he get here? The last thing he remembered was watching Pikachu get his shit rocked by an Electabuzz. Chamber probably carried him over here. Sweet.

Also, his head was definitely not on a pillow. He shifted a bit before realizing that shit. He was resting on Chamber’s chest. His boobs. His pecs. His fucking man tits.

HUH. HOW DID HE GET HERE.

He scrambled to sit up, scooting back to his side of the bed with a furious blush. Oh god, that was embarrassing. He’s so glad Chamber didn’t wake up to Gekko using his chest as a pillow, that would’ve been hard to explain. He reached for his phone which had also magically teleported with him to the bed, checking the time: 8:43 AM. Shit, that’s a lot of sleep.

Then he heard shuffling from the other side of the bed. He looked over, and saw Chamber. His hair was messy, glasses off, and he spoke in a low, gruff voice. “Good morning, Gekko.”

Gekko really needed someone to sedate him right here, right now. Maybe he should’ve brought Wingman so he could’ve shot him at point blank range. Somehow, he managed to form a mildly coherent sentence, but it was obvious to god that he was flustered out of his mind. “O-oh, good morning to you too! Ahaha, thanks for carrying me here dude, your bed’s somehow even more comfy than your couch.”

Yeah, play it cool, Gekko.

“It’s no worries,” Chamber smiled with a painful amount of charm to his voice. He really didn’t know how Chamber did it. Gekko’s a sloppy, lazy mess in the morning, but Chamber just looked and sounded so…

Ugh.

“Oh, and a bigger thanks for the sleepover!” Gekko grinned, ignoring how warm his cheeks felt. He ignored (or at least tried) how Chamber was so damn attractive with that messy morning hair. If Gekko hadn’t known he liked dudes already, this right here would be his gay awakening. “I’ve gotta pay you back somehow for all the chips and soda I cost you.”

“Non, it’s my treat,” Chamber shook his head, sending him a small dismissive hand gesture. “Don’t feel indebted to me for a few mere snacks.”

Right, such stuff was just chump change for Chamber. Gekko’s money probably wouldn’t be worth much to him. “If you say so.. but the offer’s still there, I owe you one.”

Chamber sent a nod of acknowledgement before yawning and sitting up on the bed, running a hand through his hair. “Ah, your crew must be waiting for you. You can leave whenever you please, I need to take my morning shower.”

“Alrighty!” Gekko decided he had embarrassed himself far enough for the day. He got up, put his shoes on, took his phone and headed for the door. Just before he was leaving, he remembered that the entire protocol was going on some huge group vacation to China in a few days. And he didn’t have a roommate yet…

Why not? “Oh, last thing, wouldja mind being my roommate at the hotel?”

“Mm?” Chamber looked over to Gekko, contemplating for a moment before replying. “Why not, it’d be a pleasure.”

“Cool, cool, thanksokcyabye!”

After getting his answer, Gekko immediately left and closed the door behind him, heading back to his own room lazily. His gang must’ve missed him for the night. When he got back, he wasn’t too surprised to see that Jett had taken over his room.

“‘Bout time you got back,” Jett said as Gekko entered before pointing at Wingman. “Look at what I taught our little hero.”

Gekko narrowed his eyes as Jett yelled out a command to Wingman, and the creature promptly did a backflip. Woah. “Wow, buddy… one night without me and now Jett’s your best friend. I see how it is.”

“What can I say, Wingman is a Jett’s best friend,” Jett grinned smugly, giving Wingman a high-five before redirecting the conversation. “How’d the Chamber thing go? Did you guys do the diddly?”

“Nope, we just watched some Pokémon and I fell asleep on the couch,” Gekko explained, deciding to leave out the part where he woke up on Chamber. “He carried me to his bed, actually.”

“What a real gentleman,” Jett remarked, crossing her arms. “Let me guess, you asked to room with him at the hotel?”

“How’d you know?”

“You’re predictable,” she shrugged before pushing past Gekko to the exit. “I think I’ve overdued my stay in your room, I have some aim practice to do today. Last thing, don’t go weird lovey-dovey smoochy douchey time with oui oui guy in the hotel, please, Brim’s gonna kill all of us for disturbing the peace.”

“Wh—don’t say those things infront of my gang!” Gekko cried out, covering Wingman’s little creature ears with a flushed expression. “And I’m not going to, nuh uh! Me and Chamber are just homies!”

“Ok, ok, got it,” Jett rolled her eyes as she turned away and left, closing the door behind her.

Gekko let out a sigh of relief and headed for his couch. He plopped down, booted up his Switch, and began looking through his games—

“Oh, and don’t fuck in the hotel!”

“JETT!”