#guyhalkyle

[wajjs]

a guyhalkyle fanfic titled:

so you've chosen to fall in love with an idiot

[wajjs]

Kyle religiously snaps photos at all Hal's concerts. If anyone asks, they're for art references. Guy teases him about it endlessly, but he also asks for prints of a few choice ones.

Kyle's humming along to Hal's latest hit. As usual, the song has been everywhere since the moment it was made available worldwide. It's admittedly good, even if a bit far from what he usually listens to. Hal's voice has such a captivating quality, Kyle thinks he'd end up listening to him even if Hal were to release a whole record of him reciting the most stupid things that can be found on the internet.

Nevermind that. Kyle's in the comfort of the couch, laptop on his lap as he browses through the thousands of pictures he's taken. All of Hal, of course. All during his different concerts. There are some who are blurry, or the composition is just god-awful, but he can't bring himself to delete those. All of them are proof that this is his new reality. And he's oddly attached to this one photo that has Hal mostly out of the frame, but his shoulders and profile are perfectly lit (the blurriness is a real pity) and -

And he gets a flash of warmth when he remembers being there, pressed and smashed against the security rails, looking at picture perfect Hal through the lens when... He's aware it's stupid. He's perfectly aware. But for one second, for one exhilarating second, he swears Hal looked just at him. Over his shoulder, eye promising the most ravishing things.

A damp dish towel falls on top of his head.

"Hey, Earth to Rayner!," Guy laughs a mean sound as Kyle huffs, grabbing the towel and slapping him on the side with it. "I swear, ever since Jordan started singing, you've been mooning over him so hard it's no longer funny anymore."

"Shut the fuck up," he resolutely ignores the heat spreading across his cheeks, keeps browsing through his pictures instead.

Guy, as usual, doesn't shut up. He breathes in, makes his voice unusually high pitched:

"Oh Hal, Hal, been dreamin' 'bout you, you singing the Macarena while I ride your joystic-," Kyle throws the towel at his face, nailing it at once, and Guy erupts into laughter again. He grabs it then, props it over the arm rest of the couch before he plops down by Kyle's side. "Come on, apple cheeks, he's hot, I get it. I don't get why you are acting like he's all different now. He's Jordan. The asshole. The one who almost got us all blown up that one time and-"

"Guy, for fuck's sake," Kyle groans, throwing his head backwards and covering his face with a hand, "yes, he's Hal, I know, but I just-"

"Wait," he says, leaning in closer and basically breathing over the screen, "damn."

Because there's this angled shot of Hal, the center of view his crotch in those ridiculously tight white pants, wrinkled right in between the legs because of how the fabric stretches to cover the sheer girth of-

And then the angle goes up, showing how glued to Hal's abs that mesh tank is, his pecs big enough to cut his shoulders from view. And dear fucks in space, Hal's face-

"Hey, print this one for me," Guy says, biting his lip, still not moving his face away from the screen.

Kyle has to push him aside a little so he can see.

Ah.

That picture.

"I'm going to make a poster of it," he manages to push out, throat dry.

"Make two," Guy keeps going on like a horned up bulldozer, "damn."

[gethtastic-blog]

Can you please write something with Guy/Hal/Kyle pairing? Thank you :)

"Guy, how many times have I told you not to leave you god damn underwear  in the god damn sink?” Kyle threw the offending article of clothing across the room, hitting the offender in the face. Guy spluttered, swatting the fabric away. 

"Hey! You’re the one that made them dirty! Throw ‘em at your own face,” Guy grumbled, throwing the boxers back. Kyle made an undignified squeak and leaped across the room, landing on Guy who squawked and grappled for the couch. 

Hal surreptitiously kicked his hand away. “You know what?” He asked the pile of grown man that was fighting it’s way across the living room floor. “Sometimes I love living with you guys.”