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“Boo.”
“Ah- Shit!” Martyn yelped, whirling around quickly in his awkward squatting position to face the man giggling mischievously behind him. “You can’t do that to me, man!” He whined, hands coming to rub at his face, both to brush the distress from it and hide the growing grin he could never tamper down around the other.
Scott wiped a tear from his eye as his laughter slowly tapered off, long tail flicking playfully behind him. “That’s never stopped me before.”
Martyn rolled his eyes and leaned over to flick the other on the forearm (the farthest up he could reach with their standing-sitting position) before turning back and continuing to tie his shoes. “You’re lucky I love you, or else I would’ve gotten a restraining order by now,” he grumbled with no real malice behind his words.
Behind him, Scott sucked in a sharp, offended gasp. “You wouldn’t.”
The chillager snickered as he finished his task, moving to stand up and stretch his back out. “Try me.”
All he got in response was a fond huff before the transporter’s actual retort fired out. “You’d never get another kiss from me again.” He grinned when Martyn whipped around, gently grabbing Scott’s hands in his and putting on a pitiful facade.
“Nooooo,” he whined, “please, I’ll do anything.”
The taller turned his head aloofly, purposefully avoiding his boyfriend’s pout that he knew would break his part of the bit in a heartbeat. “Hmmmmm…” He drew out, tapping his foot as he feigned thought. “You could… train with me like I asked you to?”
Martyn groaned at that, Scott cackling the whole time he cranked up the dramatics. “And I thought I’d get a kiss!”
The transporter only pushed his face away lightly and moved further into the small, abandoned gym room they’d scoped out. “No kisses until we do what we came here to do!” He called back over his shoulder.
The blonde snorted and shook his head as followed Scott’s lead, muttering something about his partner being no fun the whole way. “So, uh, what exactly are you looking for- training with me?” He clarified.
“Eh, reaction times really,” Scott explained while starting up a few brief warm-up stretches. “Gotta be quick on my feet, y’know?” He added, grinning up at Martyn from where he’d bent over to touch his toes. Most likely to stretch his back, but also a way to tease him, Martyn guessed- judging by the way the other’s tail swished playfully.
“You don’t use your feet to dodge, you teleport,” the chillager pointed out.
Scott huffed lightly. “And what about it? Maybe I’m considering expanding my capabilities, hm?” He retorted, raising an eyebrow.
Ok, that was definitely a jab at their spat over Martyn refusing to go hiking with him and Timmy the other day, whining about how “he’d melt with this heat”. The man only rolled his eyes amiably, deciding not to press further. Scott could keep his secrets if he so wished. “Alright,” he hummed, “So, what, we just fight each other?” Martyn would be down for that any day. Feeling the blood pumping through his veins was always thrilling, so he supposed this should be fun.
“Yeah!” The taller grinned in a way that told Martyn he should run as fast as he could. “Like this!”
In an instant, Scott was gone. The blonde barely had time to react to the elbow pressing into the middle of his back, shoving him forward in an ungraceful stumble. Martyn whistled lowly in warning as he faced his unfalteringly-smug partner. “You really wanna go there?”
The rhythm they fell into was easy enough to follow. A swing here, a jab there, dodge, repeat. In hindsight, Martyn should’ve started paying more attention when he realized he was zoning out- but, of course, hindsight's 20/20, right?
He’d been doing his usual- ice on the floor to make Scott slip, lunge, dodge, strike- when he heard a sharp inhale break him from his autopilot. Adrenaline shot up in his gut at the spine-chilling sound, and- somehow- Martyn immediately knew he’d done something horribly wrong.
His theory was confirmed when he turned around. Scott stood there, motionless. It looked like time had paused with the way he was frozen in the middle of moving- literally frozen. A sheet of ice had encased him fully, and Martyn wasn’t even sure he was still able to breathe through it. Panic flooded his mind as he rushed to his aid, not even entirely sure of how to help. “ Shit - oh my- Scott?” The blonde frantically blabbered, reaching out to do anything to help-
As soon as his hands landed on Scott’s arm, the frost shattered. Martyn was barely able to surge forward and catch his partner from falling to the floor. He let out a sigh of relief at finding out he was still even alive before noticing the transporter’s violent shivering. Martyn lowered the both of them to the ground gently as Scott continued to shudder, the sound of his teeth audibly chattering filling the stunned silence.
“Oh my goodness- Scott, are you alright?” He questioned desperately once the shock wore off.
Martyn’s nerves were quickly, if only slightly, soothed at the other’s weak chuckle. “I’m f-fine,” Scott muttered. It was clear he was struggling to even talk, which only made the chillager feel worse. “Just… just a l-little cold…”
He had to admit, Scott’s ability to keep calm and even joke through a bad situation was a quality Martyn admired. He strained out a smile and pressed a kiss to his partner’s crown, gingerly hoisting him up in a sort-of bridal carry the transporter would absolutely tease him about in better conditions. “Alright, mister, we’re taking you home.”
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Thankfully, the walk back to their apartment was a short one. Plus, the streets were mostly abandoned due to many being on lunch break, so they took that as a small victory. Once inside, it didn’t take long to get Scott into a warm bath, bundled up, and set in front of a gently crackling fire. Martyn even kept his complaints about the heat (in the middle of July, no less) to himself, instead keeping busy with the hot chocolate he was carefully pouring into their favorite mugs.
“Is it done yet?” Scott, ever the most impatient, called over. Even now, the slight quiver of chill in his voice couldn’t be ignored.
“Coming right up, sweetheart,” the blonde teased as he dropped the marshmallows in. Three for him, five for Scott- as per usual.
The way the man’s eyes sparkled when the warm drink was pressed into his hands was a mesmerizing sight. One that Martyn decided to reward with a brisk peck to the tip of his nose. “Enjoy.”
The transporter giggled and removed an arm from his blanket nest to press to the spot Martyn had kissed. “Your lips are cold and you know it, asshole,” he joked with a teasing shove of the shoulders.
Martyn’s very mature response was to stick his tongue out at the man. “Can’t even kiss my boyfriend,” he lamented dramatically, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead in imitation of some sort of Victorian woman.
The two of them burst into giggles, Martyn’s strong arms wrapping securely around Scott’s waist. “Sorry for not paying attention,” he added earnestly.
Scott only shrugged. “Eh- I’ve handled worse.” He snickered before adding: “You’ll have to try harder if you want to get rid of me.”