Day Off at the Park

[Mordecai X Rigby]

He woke with the morning light peeking through the blinds. It was Sunday, and they normally had little to no work that day. Benson stayed home, staying it was his official day off and than he would not come near the park. He left Skips in charge.

He tried to roll over, away from the light, but something was pinning his arm to the mattress. He looked down at a mess of brown hair.

"Dude!"

Rigby woke with a start, leaping out of bed. "I'm up!" He was wearing shorts and one of the old band t-shirts.

"You were in my bed again!"

"Uh... what?" He rubbed the back of his neck and yawned.

"Why do you keep getting in bed with me?"

He stared at him, unsure how to answer. He couldn't just blurt out his real feelings. He was in love with his best friend and his subconscious got the better of him when he woke in the middle of the night feeling particularly cold and alone.

"Dude, are you even listening?"

He looked up into demanding blue eyes. "I don't know. It just happened."

"Learn to control yourself! I don't want you sleeping with me."

"I'm... sorry..." He looked down at the floor. Tears stung his tired eyes. "I gotta go!" He burst through their door.

He went down to the kitchen for a soda. Maybe he would just sleep on the couch, just in case he wanted to be wrapped up in Mordecai again. It was getting harder to resist the urge to be close to him, even if it meant sneaking into his bed, letting him unknowingly wrap his arms around his smaller frame. He grinned to himself at the thought. He grabbed a soda from the fridge and turned around. The park handy man was sitting at the round table. He yelled and nearly jumped out of his skin.

"It's eight in the morning on Sunday and you're out of bed. Something's wrong."

"Just thirsty."

"Of course." He nodded slowly, clearly noting Rigby's red eyes.

Was there anything that Skips didn't see? He looked away from those piercing eyes.

"I've been around a long time-"

"It's none of your business! I don't care if you know what's going on, just don't tell anyone. The rest of the guys don't need to know I'm gay!"

"Including Mordecai?"

He inhaled sharply. "Shut up!" He stormed past Skips to the living room and walked into something. He fell back on the floor. There shouldn't have been a wall there. He looked up into blue eyes. "Mordecai!"

He stood frozen on the spot, his eyes were dark.

Rigby looked away and tried to focus on something else, but his eyes kept wandering over the contours of his bare arms. He was still dressed in his pajamas and tank top.

"You're up early."

He remained silent.

"I think I'll go back up to bed now." He stood up. "My bed, of course." He moved around his tall friend toward the stairs.

"How come Skips knows your secret?"

His head snapped back as he groaned. "You heard..."

"Every word, dude."

"You know Skips, man. He knows everything about everybody. He loves to gossip."

Mordecai shook his head. "I thought we were friends."

"We are! I didn't want to be made fun of! I've been kicking myself trying to figure out how to come out and say it, but it all ends with Muscle Man laughing at me and you thinking I'm a creep!"

He turned and looked at his friend and saw the hurt on his face. He was so worried about what everyone thought of him. His eyes filed with tears that threatened to spill over at any moment. "Rigby..."

"Just let me have it, man! It'll be great practice for when Muscle Man catches wind of this. Tell me I'm a fag or queer or whatever. Just promise me we'll still be friends because nothing would be worse than losing you completely."

He wrapped his arms around the smaller man and squeezed gently. "You'll always be my best friend, Riggs."

"Mordo..."

He rested his chin on top of his messy brown hair. "I knew you were stealing my shampoo."

"Way to ruin the moment." He ducked out of his arms. "So now you know and we're friends and we can put this whole thing behind us."

Mordecai followed him up the stairs, his words were traveling in one ear and out the other until they reached their room.

"I'm going to sleep for the rest of the day, man!"

He watched Rigby climb awkwardly onto his trampoline. "Dude..."

"What?" He looked up.

"Could you... come over here?"

"I just got comfortable." He rolled off the trampoline and crossed the room to Mordecai's bed. "What? You're not going to punch me, are you?"

Mordecai looked into his brown eyes. "Look, dude... I just want you to know..." He grabbed Rigby's hand and pulled him closer. "I... uh..."

Rigby smiled. He knew what was going on. Mordecai was doing his signature move where he wanted to say something, but chickened out in the end. He was pulling a Mordecai... on him! He rested his forehead against the other and whispered "Stop talking."

He pulled back, bringing Rigby into his bed with him. He brought the smaller man into his arms and laid them both down on the pillows together.

He buried his face in his black tank top and smiled.

"Your face is burning up."

"Oh... yeah. It's your fault. Your blanket is heavy."

"You aren't under it."

"Right."

"Is this too much? Too sudden? Too weird?"

He looked up. "Maybe a little. You shouldn't do this just to make me feel better. I mean, you like Margaret."

"Dude, we've only ever hugged once and now I'm holding you in my arms in my bed after only telling you this morning I never wanted you in my bed again."

"What are you saying?"

"Are you really that stupid?" He laughed at the angry look he received. "I..."

He sighed. "I can't believe you're pulling a Mordecai on me."

"Be quiet. I only do it to someone I really like."

"Pro-ove it!"

He didn't hesitate. It wasn't like trying to hook up with Margaret. He already knew everything about his best friend. Everything he needed to know was already there. He leaned in and let his lips hover above Rigby's. "Are you sure about that?"

His breath came out shaky.

"I guess that's a yes." He kissed him.

The world stood still in that moment. He wrapped his arms around his neck and played with the black hair at the base of Mordecai's neck. He smiled, but at the same time, tears began to fall.

He pulled him closer as he continued to kiss him, becoming more aggressive with each passing moment. His hand went under his white shirt and caressed his flushed skin.

He threw back his head and moaned at the touch.

"You like that? No wonder you let me punch you all the time."

"I don't let you. Shut up."

He put his mouth at Rigby's ear. "I'm sure you don't really want me to shut up." He enjoyed every shudder and moan as he kissed down his slender neck.

"Mordecai... I love you..."

He looked into his big eyes. Rigby was disheveled and looked great in the morning light that came through the window. "You're my best friend. Ever since the day I met you, you've always been there for me. I knew we'd be together a long time. I never imagined it would be like this." He kissed his forehead, nose, then lips.

"Can we go to sleep now? I'm so tired."

"Yeah dude." He pulled his blanket around them. "I think... I love you too..." He looked down and saw he had already passed out. He kissed the top of his head and hugged him tight. Finally he felt comfortable sharing his feelings with someone else, and it felt so right.