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Kevin sure wasn't used to being actually cared about. Kevin pushed most sorts of affection far out of his reach.
Right now, Kevin had affection right in his reach. Right in his hands.
The two sat at the back of Timmy's bed, inches close - centimeters close - shoulders nearly bumping - watching whatever trash CTV was running this late at night. Anything was better then hours of infomercials.
Kevin is unsure what was so different about this emo geeky hacker fruit as opposed to all the other chicks Kevin had tried to date. Right now, Kevin took his arm that didn't have the cigarette in it and wrapped around Timmy’s shoulder, pulling them a bit closer. He liked sharing body heat. Moreso, Kevin liked completely stealing all of Timmy's because Kevin was always freezing his ass off, because he enjoyed sleeping outside more then in his house with his fat welfare parents getting it on in the other room.
Allen materializes next to Kevin - "I didn't know Mr. Chain Smoking Alcoholic Sociopath over here could be so clingy when he's in love!" He singsongs near the end. Kevin tries really hard to not acknowledge him.
He teases, “Y'know Spencer, I'm much taller AND! slightly older, So - by the law of romance movies, I'm the one meant to have my arm around your shoulders.” Timmy pokes Kevin chest attempting to get a rise out of him. He doesn’t get that satisfaction, because Kevin was a sociopath.
Kevin said, he was much less fruity - the man in the relationship - and he also enjoyed having Timmy wrapped around his finger. Kevin doesn’t break direct eye contact with Timmy. Kevin felt like he was in awe, looking at Timmy. Kevin thought he sure was pretty, even despite how gay he looked.
Timmy chuckles. “Soo romantic. You really do have a way with words, huh, Spencer?”
Kevin stares dead per usual, meticulously analyzing every change in his tone Timmy had made. Every movement with his face and body, trying to figure out what he thought of him. If he was joking, if this was all a huge joke. Love like this didn't feel real. Despite the mental conflict, Kevin just nods a simple, yes.
Timmy nuzzles up to Kevin. “Ah, my big strong sociopath.” Kevin blushes, but his expression doesn't budge. Timmy's big strong sociopath, pink like a wad of bubblegum. A piece of bubblegum Timmy sure wanted to chew until it was a tiny, pathetic ball.
Shell coating cracked open. Timmy wanted to understand Kevin.
“Aww. You’re blushing.” Kevin shakes his head no, wiping at his face. “You got it bad, for me, Kev.”
Kevin loved that nickname. Timmy only ever called Kevin that when he wanted to fluster up Kevin. It sure did work, because all the time it was always just Spencer. Kevin didn't expect to be called his actual name, so it made him bright red.
“I'm glad I’ve got you as much as I know you’re glad you’ve got me.” Kevin said that he liked Timmy very much. Kevin said that Timmy made Kevin want to fly in the sky really high up, past the clouds! Kevin outstretches his arms as much as he could.
"Pssh, me too." Timmy tries rests his head on Kevin's shoulder, uncomfortably tilting his head 90 degrees so it would fit. It was real awkward because of awkward because of the height difference, but the two were laying down, so that lessened the blow. Timmy couldn't resist, anyway.
Kevin laughs maniacally, head bobbing about happily, squeezing Timmy tight. Allen yells, "Good job, my delinquent fruitcakes!" He claps his wings obnoxiously, voice muffled from chewing on worryingly yellow imaginary popcorn. Kevin's eye twitches.
"Fuck, Kev, wanna kiss me?"
Kevin said, What? He tilts his head, not too different from a curious puppy.
"I mean! SHIT! I just blurted that out - without thinking - wanna kiss me? Like - "
Kevin said, "Yes." He cups Timmy's face with his free hand, and pulls him towards his face.
"Really?"
Kevin said, "Yes." He slams his face onto Timmy's lips and unintentionally shoves him back onto the bedding like a toy bear. "Jeez! You made it so romantic for nothing!" Kevin averts his gaze to Timmy. "You have more experience then me! You should actually try. So much for being the man in the relationship!" Timmy says it as a joke, but it sure does resonate with Kevin's psyche.
Honestly, Timmy had absolutely no experience kissing anyone besides his mom. Especially not someone he actually felt feelings for. Kevin clears his throat and pecks Timmy again. "You goof! Our first kiss and your not even tryin'!" Timmy plants a real good noogie on the top of Kevin's head.
Kevin hated when people touched his head, but Timmy could.
Love sure is funny, thinks Kevin. It changes people. This felt much more real than watching random hookers at Camel Toe strip so fat men can jack their shit. Kevin didn't wanna do what he did with all the prostitutes. What Percy had been.
Huh.
"Kiss him red, Kevin!" Yells an interested Allen, beak filled with worryingly bright yellow imaginary popcorn. It muffled his voice. "Go! Go brokenhead! Do something romantic! Do something real!"
For once in his life, Kevin actually thought about what Allen told him to do. Kevin looks to the ceiling, then to Timmy, about as fast as a sleep deprived, hungover snail.
Kevin didn't feel this way for anyone in a long time, besides Shawna, but now Shawna was kind of in jail and Kevin didn't like her that much anymore since she tried to kill him, and since she turned goth. Kevin felt his stomach become infested with quite energetic butterflies. Kevin imagined the butterflies screaming at him to kiss Timmy.
So Kevin says, fuck it, and pulls Timmy to his lips desperately, hand clutching the back of Timmy's actually soft, beautiful blonde hair. Timmy smelt of well ironed clothes and rich people shampoo. Kevin wasn't used to those smells, but he figured he might as well get used to it, and quick, because he was gonna kiss Timmy for as long as Timmy would let him.
Timmy squeaks in surprise, stiffly holding on, but sooner or later, fruitcake melts into it. Kevin's baseball cap, crooked like his teeth, allowed Timmy lets himself dig his fingers under it. He clutches the back of Kevin's greasy, black - tangled hair. His fingers dance towards his scalp. Timmy hopes someday they can share a shower, partly because Kevin was hot, and partly because god was his hair gross.
Timmy was above him, because Kevin was short as hell on account of all the drug use - but he was still the one doing the most work. Kevin felt proud, and he got a bit compulsive - so he began to nip down to Timmy's neck.
Allen watched with his beak on the floor, popcorn spilled around Timmy's room, crumbs engraved into the complex texture of his carpeted floor. If Allen wasn't imaginary,
Timmy and Kevin kissed until the next commercial break, conveniently around the time where Kevin almost gave Timmy a hickey. They were too in the moment to realize how long they had been kissing for, which was probably just a couple minutes - 7, max, but, god, it felt like years.
They wished it had been years.
Kevin pulled away, wiping off his mouth like he had just eaten a three course meal. "Holy shit, Kevin!" Timmy was beet red, rubbing at his neck. Kevin liked that, and figured that had shown Timmy how much of a real man he was. "Why didn't you do that immediately, gaywad?" Timmy responds sheepishly, rubbing at his neck, flustered to no end. Kevin shrugs, and told him he had no real motivation too.
Timmy cackles and grabs Kevin by his frail shoulders, "I feel so alive!" Kevin watches dutifully. "FUCK! You gotta do that again! Get in here! My mom is gonna pop a vessel in her forehead!" Timmy slams Kevin's face into his face.
Maybe Timmy was really the bubblegum. Kevin was the one chewing. Chewing hard, on Timmy's lips. They wish they could do this forever.