--Anniversary--
March 16, 2009

Julian stood outside of Noel’s door, holding a dizzyingly colorful bouquet of flowers.

The familiar sound of Noel’s footsteps clattered up to the door, then the clunk of the lock, then he was greeted with Noel, drowsy with red creases up and down his exposed flesh; he must have been asleep.

Feeling a bit daft but satisfied with himself, he flourished the flowers and a box of sweets in front of him. “Sorry for waking you up. Yes, it’s two in the morning… It’s been ten years.”

Noel sighed, grabbed Julian’s shirt, said, “C’mon, lover boy,” and dragged him inside.

--Static--
March 17, 2009

Mike blinked, dazed from sleep.

“Sorry. My arm went numb.” His furry pillow told him, moving his head away slightly to adjust its position.

Mike mumbled something unintelligible and the back of his brain acknowledged his hair clinging to the furry pillow’s arm. He snuggled back into the pillow when it stopped moving and had almost fallen back asleep when he heard the telltale footfalls of his brother.

“Look, Ju! How CUTE!” There was a thump of Noel flopping down onto the table.

Mike blindly patted Noel’s arm, shocking him. He grinned when Dave laughed at Noel’s shriek, snuggling closer.

--Balloon Paint--
March 18, 2009

Noel watched from the sofa as Julian eyed the drooping neon balloons.

“Are you sure this is going to work?”

“Yes. It’s rather fun.” Noel told him.

“Maybe I should-”

“Jut throw the dart already.” Noel demanded, rolling his eyes.  

“But they’ll pop.” Julian said, rolling the dart doubtfully between his fingers.

“That’s the point.” Noel replied. “And when it pops, the paint splatters.”

“And this is considered art?”

Noel sighed as he rose from the sofa and walked over. He plucked it from Julian’s fingers and threw it.

Green paint splattered down the wall.

Noel grinned happily. “Your turn.”

--Coffee and Chicken Nuggets--
March 19, 2009

Mike watched as Dave sized up the distance between his hand and the turban at his elbow, preparing to sacrifice a chicken nugget into it. Mike quickly removed his turban and took a bite of one of his own chicken nuggets just as Dave’s flew in a graceful arc through the air.

It was in vain, though, for the nugget missed the destination completely and plopped into Julian’s coffee, splattering both brothers.

They both exclaimed.

Noel immediately held his hand to Julian. “Make it better?”

Julian rolled his eyes and kissed it.

Mike held his hand out to Dave. “Ow?”

--Stretch--
March 27, 2009
When Noel woke up, he would stretch like a cat.

Julian enjoyed watching as he built up as much tension as possible then released it with a sigh. He also enjoyed watching Noel’s shirt ride up and expose a fair amount of pale skin. If he timed it correctly, he could slide his hand over the soft skin, preventing the shirt from going down, and pepper it with light butterfly kisses. Sometimes he also managed to lick across Noel’s stomach before being half-heartedly batted away in protest.

Noel’s breathing fluttered delightfully and they would settle down for a while longer.

--Trance--
March 30, 2009

Naboo felt the air crackling over his skin, drawn to the magic flowing throughout his veins. He had long lost the ability to do anything but chant, and his body was almost entirely consumed by it. Suddenly, he became aware of a warm weight on his shoulder and all of the magic was drawn out of him through it.

The air pressure around him immediately grew overwhelming and he collapsed onto the floor.

He could feel movement underneath him and realized he was being held by Bollo. As he faded to sleep, he thought ‘So much better than a frog.’

--Enlightened--
April 2, 2009

Noel was throwing things. He had stopped mid-sentence then scurried about to find a couple small objects that were without purpose. He sat down and stared a hole into the wall across from him until Julian was certain the wall would be better off spontaneously combusting than suffering further. Then, without warning, Noel took the object and hurled it at the wall, lighting up as it shattered into a million pieces. He continued until he saw one shatter that was thrown at a particularly high velocity. He kissed Julian chastely on the lips, picked up his notebook, and began drawing.

--Diffused--
April 3, 2009

When he’s happy, the colors are pastel and soft and flowing. When he’s angry, the colors are harsh and vibrant and jerky. When he’s sad, the colors are dull and dark and smooth.

Julian wonders what he is today as he watches his soft snuffling breathing and notes his furrowed eyebrows.

On the canvas, the colors are blurred and mashed together and faded like watercolors with too much water. But that’s only a small patch at the bottom; the rest of the canvas is completely blank.

Julian sits on the bed next to him and his body unconsciously shifts closer.

--The Perks of Being Dead--
May 4, 2009

Mike tried not to grimace as Dave said “Thus with a kiss I die” over-theatrically then pretended to gulp down the poison. He tensed and tried not to move, knowing what was coming and wishing in vain that he had remembered to tell Dave that he should put a hand between them instead of full-on contact.

Then their lips touched and Dave was kissing him sweetly and he could hear Noel and Rich’s catcalls and giggles and it was wonderful.

As Dave proceeded to make dying noises, Mike grinned in his mind; maybe playing Juliet wasn’t so bad after all.

--Long, Fuzzy Socks--
May 6, 2009

Mike obnoxiously shuffled over the carpet, causing friction and static electricity to build up between it and his long, fuzzy socks. He heard the front door open and waited for Dave to enter the room, curling his toes impatiently. He grinned as he realized that instead of waiting, he could surprise his friend. He crept as quietly as possible to the door, which was slightly ajar. He grabbed the handle to open it further, falling backwards with a shout when he accidentally electrocuted himself.

There was footsteps, then Dave peering at him curiously. “Why are you on the floor, Mike?”

--Like Squirrels--
May 8, 2009

Mike stared up into the foliage dubiously; trees never really appealed to him. He certainly didn’t mind them, but he didn’t see the point of being in one for fun; in magical tales, the tree generally was the home one started out from to have an adventure.

“Hurry! They’re coming!” came the urgent voice, punctuated by a hand being offered to him.

Mike sighed and accepted Dave’s hand, immediately being hefted up onto the branch. As he regained his equilibrium, an assortment of rocks and acorns were thrust into his hand.

Dave kissed his temple and grinned. “Ready? Aim. Fire!”

--SpiderDave--
May 11, 2009

The blood was pooling in his head with a familiar sense of hot pressure. He watched as Mike noticed him and wandered over with a bemused expression. Dave brought his camera down and focused it on Mike, waiting until he was only a few feet away to snap a picture.

“Are you playing Spiderman again?”

“Only if you play Mary Jane.” Dave replied, wriggling his eyebrows.

“Oh Dave, my hero! I have to kiss you passionately on the mouth.” He swooned, tiptoeing so he could place a chaste kiss on Dave’s upside down mouth.

Dave smiled and kissed his forehead.

--Touch--
May 14, 2009

Noel was a physical person- almost to the extent that one could say he processed everything through touch.
Dave watched as he virtually molested Julian, who was far too used to it.

Dave glanced at Mike, who was watching them as they spun a new inane tale. He surreptitiously tugged Mike’s hand off the table and onto the cushion between them. He could feel Mike’s curious glance, but ignored it in favor of stroking the middle of his palm with his middle finger. He was delighted when he saw the shiver run through Mike from the corner of his eye.