Late at Night..
It was late at night inside the lab that belonged to the inventor known as Gyro Gearloose, a tall, lanky bird who always had his attention on his latest work, and how to make improvements on his machines and robots, to be the best they can be.
However, that was far from the case tonight. For out of all the days for his intern Fenton to decide and work late, it had to be now. Despite their distance from each other, Gyro wondered if his intern could feel the same lingering tension that weighed on his chest.
Ever since the.. "kiss" Fenton had been rather avoidant of the chicken, making any necessary interactions as brief and formal as possible. But Gyro was no dummy, he could tell by Fenton's body language that he felt awkward and bashful around him, barely able to maintain eye contact for more than a few seconds.
"It's been weeks.." Gyro whispered harshly below his breath, as he half-mindedly examined the blueprints that he'd usually have no struggle focusing on. "Why doesn't he just get over it?"
What cruel irony that question held. Gyro realized, slumping down in his chair and groaning, looking up to the ceiling. Acting as if he had gotten over the kiss at all himself was only making things more complicated.
As successful as he was weeks before with repressing the memory, the feelings and mixed emotions from that day came rushing in faster than he could stop them.
"Mm.." He pinched the bridge of his beak, feeling it heat up, remembering how Fenton basically melted into the kiss, causing him to do the same. Remembering how the tan duck climbed onto his lap, as Gyro's hands massaged his back. Remembering how they looked at each other when their beaks separated, something neither of them could ever say they felt before. Remembering how..
"I ruined everything." The scientist murmured, the memory of him "thanking" the intern for the kiss was not one he enjoyed thinking of. However, the rest.. the rest sent his heart into overdrive.
Before he could even dare to think of it yet again, the sound of what seemed like a cup of pens and pencils hitting the floor pulled him from his internal struggle within himself, turning over in his chair and seeing Fenton bent over, attempting to pick up the scattered writing utensils.
"Sorry, Dr. Gearloose. Just a bit of a butter-fingers situation." He chuckled in an awkward manner, keeping his eyes down and focusing on cleaning his mess. "Don't worry about me."
Gyro stared for a moment more, glancing for a second back at his blueprints. After making a decision, he stood up from his seat, making his way over to Fenton.
"I'll help. Not that I have anything better to do. Besides, with you picking them up like that you'll be here all night, and well into the morning." The scientist told him, shaking his head as he got down on his knees, beginning to aid the duck in returning the misplaced pens and pencils to their cup.
"Oh, right. Th-thanks." Fenton stammered, the close proximity of the chicken making his mind run circles, and his heart beat out of his chest. Despite himself, he continued to force himself to focus on the task at hand.
After a few minutes, there was only one more pencil to pick up. And as cliche as it felt, the two of them reached for it at the same time, resulting in their hands being placed on top of each other.
"Oh! Hehheh.." Fenton laughed rather loudly, trying to ignore and perhaps even distract himself from how bright red his face felt, preparing to pull away and apologize quickly and awkwardly.
However, when he attempted to make his escape, Gyro gripped his wrist rather firmly, pulling him back towards his way.
"Intern." Gyro began, his voice dripping with annoyance, a silent demand for Fenton to look at him directly. And after a long, lingering moment of hesitation, he finally did.
"Is there something I can help you with, Dr. Gearloose?"
"Yeah. You can tell me why, ever since what happened, you've been AVOIDING ME. This whole time. There are answers, and I want them. Start talking."
"Well.. I.. you see, uh.." He stammered, caught off guard. It was true that he'd been avoiding him, it wasn't like he was being subtle about it. It was foolish to think that Gyro wouldn't bring it up.
"Neither of us are leaving this spot until you come clean."
"Okay.." Fenton nodded, as the scientist allowed for him to take his hand back. "It's just.. I don't know, that kiss we shared. It felt like everything to me, it was wonderful and amazing, it made me feel things I never knew I could feel. But.. I could tell you didn't feel the same. So I tried my best to pretend that I didn't either. But, being around you, it just.."
Before he could finish his sentence, Fenton felt Gyro's hand rest against his cheek, as the chicken tilted his head and attention towards him, his beak in a thin line and his expression unreadable.
"Dr. Gearloose? Did I say something wrong?"
"Don't. Ever. Assume things about me." Gyro murmured in a low voice, before he crashed their beaks together in a messy and desperate kiss, pulling his intern by the fabric of his shirt.
Fenton's eyes widened in shock, not just from the sudden kiss but from just how much Gyro seemed to have yearned for it on the same level as him, or even more.
He wasted no more time matching his energy, flinging his arms around the chicken's waist, hugging him and holding onto him tightly as they made each other breathless, their clothes and feathers becoming ruffled and unkempt.
Gyro caused the both of them to fall over, as Fenton was pinned underneath him, fingers digging into his back.
The chicken pulled away, even when he could tell the duck was pining for more, his beak slightly agape, the two of them breathing heavily, keeping Fenton underneath him.
"So, tell me, intern. Now do you still believe I didn't feel the same? Or do you need more proof?"
"W-well I wouldn't mind the latter but," Fenton cleared his throat, a small smile curling the corner of his beak. "I think you've convinced me."
"Good. Now, where were we?" Gyro smirked, as he bent down to bring their beaks together yet again.