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Gyro Gearloose's lab was a mess of scattered blueprints and half-finished inventions, but Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera didn't mind. He'd grown used to the controlled chaos during his internship, finding comfort in the familiar whir of machinery and the scent of coffee that perpetually lingered in the air.
Today, though, something felt different. Maybe it was the way Gyro kept glancing at him when he thought Fenton wasn't looking, or how their hands seemed to brush more frequently than usual as they passed tools back and forth.
"Dr. Gearloose," Fenton started, holding up their latest project – a miniature weather control device. "I think I found the problem with the atmospheric pressure sensor."
Gyro moved closer, peering over Fenton's shoulder at the tiny mechanism. "Show me," he said, his voice softer than his usual sharp tone.
Fenton's heart raced at their proximity. He could feel Gyro's breath on his neck as he pointed out the misaligned component. "See? If we just adjust this..."
"Brilliant," Gyro whispered, and Fenton turned his head, surprised by the praise.
Their faces were inches apart. Fenton's eyes widened as he noticed a smudge of ink on Gyro's cheek, probably from the schematics he'd been drawing earlier. Without thinking, he reached up to wipe it away.
Gyro caught his wrist, and time seemed to stop. The usual background noise of the lab faded away, leaving only the sound of their breathing and the quiet hum of electronics.
"Fenton," Gyro said, his voice barely audible.
Whatever words might have followed were lost as Fenton closed the distance between them, pressing his beak against Gyro's in an impulsive kiss. For a moment, everything froze – then Gyro's grip on his wrist softened, his other hand coming up to cup Fenton's face.
When they finally pulled apart, Fenton's face felt hot. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"
"Don't you dare apologize," Gyro interrupted, adjusting his glasses with slightly shaky hands. "That was... unexpectedly efficient."
Fenton couldn't help but laugh. "Efficient?"
"Well, I've been trying to figure out how to do that for weeks," Gyro admitted, a rare smile tugging at his beak. "You beat me to it."
"For once, I'm ahead of the curve," Fenton said, grinning.
"Don't get used to it," Gyro replied, but his smile grew wider as he pulled Fenton in for another kiss.