Fan Fiction ❯ No. 1 Crush ❯ No. 1 Crush ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

AN/Warnings: Language and slash ahead.

Genre(s): Angst, romance ,drama, AUish.

Setting: one year after the war with Andross

Song Credits: No. 1 Crush (c) Garbage

Additional AN: Sequel to "Stroke of Luck."

#1 Crush

*I would die for you,

I would die for you,

I've been dying just to feel you by my side, to know that you're mine.*

Near midnight, outside Falco and Katt's trailer, Corneria City

Fox smiled lightly in drunken haze as his head lolled off to the side again, resting on Falco's shoulder. He had been so stupid, well, both of them had been. He was still adjusting to the idea of finding himself to be a homosexual, which wasn't so bad after all. Hell, he'd only realized it a few hours prior, but he'd supposed he must've been his entire life. He'd never had a crush on a girl, but then again, he'd never had a crush on a guy, either......

Fox squeezed his eyes just. His head was starting to hurt again.

He released a hiss of minor pain between his teeth before opening his dull blue (and now bloodshot) eyes to look at Falco, finding the avian struggling between holding him upright, a box of Chinese take-out, and a ring of keys. Fox watched in mild amusement as he juggled the box and the keys, trying to fit the right one into the slot in the doorknob. After a minute or so of jingling, Falco let out a low curse and turned to Fox, shifting his position a little. Fox was slumped heavily against his side, a dopey grin on his face, barely awake.

"You could help me here," Falco said, sounding almost but not quite exasperated. Fox smiled back under heavy eyelids. Silly Falco. He was so cute when he was pissed. Soft blue feathers hung in his eyes, the emerald orbs shining the in night, reflecting the glow from the porch lamp.

"Nah, s'okay. 'M havin' fun jush watching."

Falco rolled his eyes, and played with the door some more. "Fox, can I trust you to hold onto the box of take-out? Remember, if you drop it, we won't have any Chinese to eat."

Fox nodded, struggling to stand up straight all by himself. He grasped the box with the Oriental scribbling all over it, holding it close as if it were some kind of spectacular prestige. Satisfied that Fox wasn't going to drop their dinner, Falco turned his attention to the door, and without Fox's weight and the damned annoying take-out box, was finally able to get the door to the trailer open.

*I would cry for you,

I would cry for you,

I will wash away your pain with all my tears, I'm drowning on fear.*

He reached inside and clicked the lights to the semi-small livingroom on, tossing his keys onto the coffee table, which slid across the polished surface, leaving a scratch. Falco winced. Katt would not be pleased. He turned around and grabbed a hold of Fox, who almost immediately slumped against his side, still clutching the precious doggy bag. With a great effort of strength and patience, Falco dragged him in, and kicked the door shut with one foot. He stripped Fox of his jean jacket, then led him over to the couch, setting hm down gently. He turned around towards the kitchen, in search of some forks and a few plates, when a loud thunk reverberated around the room.

Falco wheeled around- only to find Fox slumped over the coffee table, his eyes shut and a lump forming on his forehead. Falco sighed, realizing if it had been anyone else he probably would have just left him lying there. A small smile curved at the ends of Falco's beak.

He gently wrenched the white box from Fox's paw, setting it down on the coffee table. With a grunt, he slipped Fox into his arms, hefting him up. Best to put him somewhere where he couldn't injure himself, he was pretty far gone. Hoisting Fox in his arms, Falco carried him off towards the back of the trailer, towards his own room. Irony kicked in as he realized just who he was carrying to his room, and Falco blushed. The room seemed to be getting hotter.

*I will pray for you,

I will pray for you,

I will sell my soul for something pure and true, someone like you.*

He carefully placed Fox on his bed, who curled up a little, his paws tucked under his chin. Sitting next to him, Falco brushed the fine hairs out of Fox's face, his own tenderness surprising him. Fox seemed so much younger as he slept, innocent, as though he hadn't watched his father die or survived a war. He appeared almost angelic, the moonlight seeping through the semi-opened curtains, illuminating the tips of his fur. Fox stirred under his ministrations, and Falco immediately pulled his wing away, suddenly feeling lost, young and inexperienced, unable to draw upon his usual suave and impassive manner.

Fox smiled up sleepily at him, unperturbed, or perhaps just naive and innocent. "Well, you got me in your bed now, what are you gonna do about it?"

Falco's eyes widened, and he immediately stood up, stepping back from his bed. Was it getting hotter in the room? He swallowed, and grunted, realizing he'd backed into a wall. Fox sat up, rubbing the drunken haze from his eyes. "Falco?"

Falco cautiously raised his eyes from the floor, looking into Fox's sapphire blue ones, wide and innocent. God, didn't he realize what he was doing to him? "Falco? What's wrong? I didn't mean..... I mean, it was just a joke, I....." Fox trailed off, blushing and looking at the floor. He struggled to stand up, Falco not making a move to help, just staring. "I guess I shouldn't have come. I can call a cab, don't worry, I--"

"No, Fox, I...." Falco swallowed. Fox stared over at him, eyes wide and unblinking in the semidarkness, the moon outlining his form like some celestial being. God, if only he wasn't so Goddamned innocent....

"Stay. Please. Stay," Falco finally uttered, his own voice alien to him.

"Alright," Fox whispered, his voice barely stirring the soft feathers of Falco's neck. Fox reached up to pull his face down for a small chaste kiss. Fox took Falco's wings in his paws, smiling up at him, a sweet boyish glow imbibing his face.

They were like two creatures that didn't quite understand each other, but unable to look away, for fear the other on might disappear. Falco felt his heart speed up a little, but decided he liked it, releasing his breath in a long sigh. He hadn't even realized he'd been holding it in.

Fox smiled, yawning sleepily. There was another silence, but a pleasant one, unlike the awkward one that had preceded it. Falco finally raised his head, as if something had suddenly hit him. He let go of Fox's paws, raising one finger, asking for a moment before disappearing into the gloom.

*See your face every place that I walk in,

Hear your voice every time that I'm talkin',

You will believe in me, and I will never be ignored.*

He returned a few minutes later, carrying the white box of take out, and two forks.

Fox raised an eyebrow. He was drunk, but hell, he wasn't that drunk. "Forks?"

Falco's blush went unnoticed in the darkness. "I forgot to grab chopsticks."

Fox smiled. "Don't worry, I could never use that damn things, anyway. He scooted over, making room for Falco, who sat, tucking his long legs underneath him. He set the box between them, handing one fork to Fox, who opened the box and eagerly dived in. He closed his eyes, face a mask of near ecstasy as he chewed. He opened his eyes, smiling at Falco.

Still not sure about the whole thing, Falco sniffed at the stuff stuck to his fork before popping it into his mouth. Not bad, tangy, with a little bit of sweet in it. Like Fox's kisses.

The two ate in silence, mulling over what had happened to them in the previous few hours. It had come as a shock to both of them, albeit a surprisingly pleasant one.

Falco stole glances at Fox between bites, looking adorable as ever in all his furry drunkenness. Fox hadn't had much experience with relationships, Falco could tell. He treasured everything, the virginal unsureness of every touch, every kiss. It was all for the first time. Falco, on the other hand, had his share of experience, which just helped him to appreciate Fox's efforts more. Plus, there was something undeniably erotic about it.

He wasn't some kind of sick pervert, breaking in virgins as a hobby, it was different. It was precious to him, to know that no one else had had Fox yet, that he was pure and sweet, unlike himself. He treasured it, like the way a tattered toy was treasured by a small child, eyesore to some, but pure gold in the right eyes. It wasn't awkwardness that kept him from doing anything more than kissing Fox, it was the nervousness, the sheer newness of it all; they hadn't anytime to get used to each other yet.

Sure, they'd been friends for several years, leading to and during the war, but friends were different from lovers.

Falco nearly choked on his chow mein with that realization. Lovers? Was that what they were, then?

He'd never touched Fox yet, besides a small grope that he'd hadn't really meant when he had dragged him home. He liked it, of course, and wanted to do more things, but something held him back. It wasn't the callowness of Fox, he'd already decided that it was a turn on, fueling his desire. It was the thought of somehow contaminating Fox, pure, innocent Fox, battle scarred veteran who didn't know dick about sex.

Maybe he was afraid of somehow poisoning Fox, ruining the angelic purity of his virginity, tainting him, making him dirty, like he was. Falco had been around the block, all right, more times than he cared to admit, and was afraid, so afraid, that he'd ruin Fox, this perfectly flawed creature in front of him.

After all, nothing lasted forever, right?

*I will burn for you,

Feel pain for you,

I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart, and tear it apart.*

Fox sighed, having eaten his fill, his drunken mind trying to come to grips with everything that had happened to him in the recent hours of his life. It had changed, everything had changed, but yeah, he could live with that. He eyed Falco, feeling an electric shudder run through his belly, a pleasant little shiver that he had tried so hard to ignore before.

Then, a scary thought hit Fox; what if he hadn't run away, crying like a little baby? Would he have still gotten this far, he and Falco, sitting in the gloom, enjoying a box of cold Chinese food as lovers instead of friends?

Fox shivered. Best not to think about it. Well, at least not now, anyway.

*I will lie for you,

Beg and steal for you,

I will crawl on hands and knees until you see, you're just like me.*

Falco finished his meal, setting the box and the forks on his bedside table, licking the sauce off his lips. I'll be damned. That was good.

Fox smiled sweetly up at him, attempting in all his drunkenness to keep awake, though it was becoming increasingly difficult. He yawned again, before he could stop himself. Falco smiled good-naturedly, standing up.

"Guess I could always sleep on the couch, if you want my bed."

Fox frowned for a moment, reaching out to grab Falco's wing, who stopped, turning around to face him. "But I though we could sleep together."

Falco's eyes widened to grotesque proportions, his jaw lodging firmly in his chest. Was it getting hot in here, or was it just him? His wings began to sweat, and he swallowed a few hundred times.

It was then Fox cam to an epiphany, suddenly realizing what he had said.

"Er- no! I didn't mean it like that, Falco. What I meant was, I want to sleep in your bed, and I want you to be able to sleep in it, too. 'Sides, I don't think I'm ready for..." he trailed off, blushing. "....y'know."

Falco nodded, closing his eyes for a moment. Was that such a good idea? Could he trust himself, control himself around Fox?

*Violate all that I'm missin',

Throw away all the pain that I'm livin',

You will believe in me, and I can never be ignored.*

Falco opened his eyes, startled to find Fox standing directly before him, his body almost pressed up against his own. Fox coyly wound his arms around Falco's hot neck, kissing him softly.

"It'll be okay, Falco. I trust you, as long as you trust me."

Falco stared down at him, into is soft blue earnest eyes, innocent eyes, burning with passion and need and desire. Still unsure, Falco wrapped his wings around Fox's waist, burying his face into the shaggy fur on top of Fox's head.

They held each other for a moment, moonlight glittering softly in through the semi-opened curtains, the stars being the only witness to his display of affection. It was then that Falco realized he wouldn't- couldn't let Fox go, no matter how hard he tried.

And it scared him.

*I would die for you.

I would kill for you.

I will steal for you,

I'd do time for you.*

Fox kissed him again, the barest hint of pressure. "Let's go to bed," he whispered softly against Falco's lips.

Fox let go of Falco, who finally forced himself to do likewise. He plopped back on the bed, patting it softly with one of his paws. "C'mon," he whispered, smiling up at Falco.

Falco ran a wing through the feathers atop his head, knowing Fox wouldn't take no for an answer, forcing himself to put a rein on his hormones. There'd be time enough later, for him to do to Fox all the things he wanted to do. Tonight was special. He knew it would be, to romantics like Fox, and wished not to ruin it by his betraying, wandering wings.

Falco sighed, crawling into his bed, Fox inching up beside him, burying his face in the crook of Falco's neck, blowing his hot breath across the tiny feathers there. Falco rested his chin upon Fox's head.

*I will wait for you,

I'd make room for you.

I'd sink ships for you,

Take the cross for you.*

"Uum....." Fox trailed off suddenly, intertwining his legs with Falco's.

Falco yawned, slightly annoyed. He was tired, beat from the strain of the day, and had been drifting off before Fox spoke up. But then again, he'd found out earlier, that a drunk Fox meant a loquacious Fox........ He hoped this wasn't a habit.

"Yes, Fox?"

"I ah, just wanted to say, uumm...... I like your room."

Falco sighed.

"That um..... that wasn't what I meant to say. What I meat to say was, uh.... You have really great...."

"Go to sleep, Fox."

"But I--"

"Fox...."

"You have really great legs. That's all, I wanted to say that you...."

"Fox...."

"Okay, I'm done now, Faaahhhh--lllco!!"

"I told you to go to sleep, Fox."

"Ow."

"Fox....... shut up."

"Love you too, Falco."

"........Love you, Fox."

But Fox was already asleep. Falco smiled, kissing the brow of his neurotic lover's, trusting the night to continue on without him.

*Make me a part of you,

Because I believe in you.

I believe in you.

I would die for you.*