Xenogears, Bart/Billy, a gear cockpit built for two
Bart stared at the ceiling and tried to breathe. He focused on taking deep breaths of soothingly cool air into his lungs and tried very hard not to focus on the fact that they were surrounded on all sides by the cold, crushing weight of the ocean and only a relatively thin layer of metal was keeping it out. He focused even harder on not imagining said layer of metal slowly sagging and twisting under the pressure of the water above his head.
Cursing his exceptionally vivid imagination, Bart sat up. He rubbed his eyes until they hurt, then pulled on a respectable shirt and pants [respectable meaning ‘not filthy’] and quietly slipped out of his quarters.
He stalked down the empty hallway, intent on reaching the gear hanger without interruption. He was in no mood to explain his late night wanderings.
The soft swish of the door opening into the vast space was calming, but Bart was mildly perturbed to see lights on in one of the gears.
After a moment of adjusting to the dimness of the emergency lights, he identified it as Renmazuo.
Which meant the priest was awake as well.
Bart tensed as his unstoppable imagination provided a helpful vision of the fight that was likely to break out if he tried to talk to the younger boy. After a few moments his libido kicked in a few fun images of Billy’s body hard at work repairing his gear. And although Bart had never even seen the priest without his cloak, his libido and imagination teamed up to present young Billy fixing his gear in the nude.
The prince couldn’t quite contain the laughter that Billy’s no-doubt glaringly white ass inspired as the frustrated priest in his mind stomped around bitching out the other mechanics for indecency. Apparently even his imagination couldn’t stop Billy from… well, being Billy.
His aborted chuckling echoed in the dim hanger. The light coming from the gear cockpit shifted to accommodate a wary-looking priest.
“Hello?”
Bart tried not to laugh at the sternness of Billy’s tone. “It’s Bart.” He couldn’t stop his amusement from showing, so he sauntered closer to the gear, smiling. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Billy glared down at him. “A troubled conscience, perhaps?”
The prince smiled brighter. “Is that what’s keeping you up?” His smile weakened as Billy’s glare shifted from him to the floor and faded into a mournfully lost look. He saw the younger boy’s lips move but he couldn’t hear the response.
“So, yeah.” Bart shifted his weight and sighed before looking up again. “You know there’s room in there for two.”
Billy frowned. “Yes, if one of the two people is a short, slender girl.”
“Well,” Bart said, smile returning, “Margie’s almost taller than you and she fit in there with me, so I think we’ll be okay.”
The priest continued muttering complaints as he helped Bart squeeze into the cockpit. It really wasn’t built for two, and it certainly wasn’t built for a rather tall pirate king to try and cram himself behind the pilot’s chair while Billy glared at him from his chair.
But it was worth it to see Billy the Priest hunched over in his seat trying to work with Bart breathing down his neck.
“So,” Bart began, noticing that Billy was wearing overalls instead of his usual clothes. The sentence remained suspended as Bart realized that Billy was wearing overalls with no shirt instead of his usual clothes.
“So what?” The younger boy’s voice was irritated.
Bart valiantly tried to remember what he’d intended to say but all of his words seemed to have disappeared into the space between the loose overalls and Billy’s skin.
“What?” Billy’s head turned to glare at him. “What are you looking at?”
And the cockpit really wasn’t built for two boys to be kissing in and it definitely wasn’t built for what Bart’s libido had in mind, but fortunately he had an excellent imagination.