Chapter Text
Italics: Castor
Bolded: Pollux
Lunar likes staying with Sun and Moon
But when Gemini is over, he prefers his apartment.
It was easier knowing nobody would walk in when they were alone.
Not that they did anything. They weren't even dating. They were closely acquainted friends.
They were happy, though. Plus, Lunar was pretty sure he and Gemini were asexual.
Gemini had been given the go-ahead to stay the night with Lunar after a training session. It was pretty late into the night at the point of the session's end.
Lunar was changing in his bathroom while Gemini was doing something in his bedroom.
He didn't know they had different clothes. In all honesty, though, he was excited to see them.
In the bedroom, Gemini sighed, taking off Their armor. Its heavy metal material clanked as they set it down on the floor.
Their eyes twitched in discomfort when the tape binding their chest pulled on the starry skin of their underarms. The God removed their waist belt, then their shirt.
They looked down at their chest for a moment.
Gemini began trying to peel the binding tape off their chest. For the sides rolling in so badly, it sure was still stuck. It clung to their skin.
Their shoulders slumped.
Sometimes water would help get the adhesive off, but they didn't have access to that at this current moment.
Curses.
Maybe Lunar had some cooking oil or something of the sort.
They looked up when they heard a tapping on the door.
“Can I come in?”
Lunar's voice sounded muffled from behind the wooden door.
“Uhhh-... one moment!”
They didn't want to throw their shirt back on. The rolled-up ends of the athletic tape stuck to their arms and pulled their skin.
Gemini clicked their tongue in thought.
“Can you help us with something?”
They’d never needed help with this, but they always had access to what worked to get the sticky off.
“Yeah. I can?”
They could tell Lunar had tilted his head from behind the door. They knew his mannerisms. He did that when he was confused.
“Yay! You can come in, then.”
Lunar twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open. He didn't expect to see Gemini with their shirt off, but he wasn't complaining. For one, he had never seen their hair without the hood on. It was a sort of loose curl layered shag. It framed their face really well. Speaking of their face, He could see it without the odd cloaking shadow on it. They had freckles and four eyes, rather than the glowing two he usually saw.
“We don't have what we normally have to get this off. Do you have anything you think would work?”
Lunar's cheeks flushed a light red. He tried not to stare at their face for too long as he thought about what he had.
He was far more infatuated by their face rather than their chest.
He didn't like them in that way. He didn't see them for their body.
Their height… maybe, but not their body.
He inhaled, looking to the side and tapping a finger on his chin.
“I think I have some type of oil.”
Lunar walked out without another word, hunting down some olive oil.
Gemini crossed their arms over their chest, awaiting Lunar's return.
When you have your shirt off, you really notice how cold a room is.
A few glass bottles could be heard clattering in the kitchen, then a thump. The thump being Lunar jumping off the counter he stood on to look through his cabinet.
He walked back into the bedroom with a medium bottle of olive oil and a kitchen cloth.
“This is…”
Lunar rolled the bottle in his hand to look at the label
“olive oil. It should work. Do you… need any more help?”
Their eyes fell to Lunar's short eyeline.
“You can help if you'd like, Lunar.”
He wanted to help them genuinely. The tape went back to their shoulder blades and looked difficult to reach. He wanted to make sure they didn't hurt themself by peeing it off.
Gods, he loved them so much.
Gemini got down on their knees so Lunar could reach them.
Lunar uncapped the bottle of oil. He pushed the nozzle of the bottle to the cloth, letting some oil saturate it. He stood behind Gemini, starting at the ends of the black tape.
He had never seen any skin on them besides their hands and a bit of their face. Their shoulders had larger clusters of stars on them, looking like freckles. They were so pretty. Lunar worked carefully, making sure not to tear their skin.
“Are you gonna put new stuff on after this?”
Gemini watched Lunar through the mirror they sat in front of, lifting their arms up when needed.
“Nah. We need a break. Our skin is super irritated.”
Lunar nodded.
He worked his way around one side. He paid no attention to their breasts. As much as he would love to admire Gemini, he was far more focused on getting the tape off and not letting any oil drip down their torso.
The two (three?) were quiet. Lunar was probably thinking about other things. He did that frequently. He was never focused on just one thing. He was always multitasking.
The silence was comfortable, though.
Gemini didn't mind the help, and Lunar didn't mind giving it.
“Your hair is pretty. I haven't seen it out of your hood.”
Lunar spoke, rubbing the cloth on the inside of the tape, feeling the adhesive peel up.
Gemini felt their stomach do a small twist.
Compliments from the small astral always felt good to them.
“Thanks!”
“Thank you,”
Castor followed with his own thank you soon after Pollux's.
“We appreciate the help.”
The star God's fingers tapped on their thighs as they sat, letting Lunar do his thing.
Oddly enough, they didn't feel exposed around him without a shirt. They had assumed they would.
The animatronic ran a metal finger over some of the scars on Gemini's back, just looking at them.
Some looked older, some looked newer. His eyes ran over their arms. Muscular, but still smaller somehow.
He watched them breathe; their rib cage expanding and contracting.
They were just…
Perfect.
In every single way, they were perfect.
Whether they were Gemini or Castor and Pollux.
Every single piece of stardust that made up their spacey bodies came together in such an arrantly gorgeous way.
He could go on and on about what he loved about them.
How they were always straight to the point with him, How they gave him a chance to knock some sense into himself, and how they treated him like a friend.
Lunar handed them the towel, now folded on the side that was dry so they could get any oil off their top half. They did just that. Lunar had done a good job, though.
“Can I touch your hair?”
Lunar spoke from behind them.
“Yeah!”
pollux’s happy voice chirped out.
He brought his small gloved hand up to the back of their hair.
He ran his fingers through the cloudy feeling strands. It felt like nothing but like cotton at the same time. Like how you would expect a cloud to feel if it wasn't pure touchless water vapor. It felt thick and puffy.
Once he was satisfied, Lunar clumped the sticky fabric tape up in his hands, leaving with the bottle of oil to put it up.
Gemini took this time to get their clothes back on.
Their sleeping clothes were simple. A plain shirt and pants. The colors were the same as their uniform clothes, so there wasn't much difference.
Except for the metal armor. They didn't have that on anymore.