Sweet Sorrow
Note: This is a Noah x Rex [Generator Rex] fanfiction
It was one of those colder days in the providence base. Rex absolutely loathed the frosty weather, almost as much as he despised being captivated in here.
Sneaking out of the base was a lengthy and monotonous act. They had to be inaudible when sneaking out; there was no need to attract any attention. Rex and Noah groped their way out, blindly caressing the rounds of the iron gates, and arrived straight outside, smoothing the creases and folds of their jackets.
“Well, Noah. Where to? “Rex questioned.
Noah chuckled, his blond hair ruffling in the slight breeze. “Let’s just…walk.”
The wind took a turn and became rougher as time passed by. Noah turned his head towards Rex, seeing his partner in crime shuddering in the blustery weather. He smiled lightly, slipping off his green jacket and draping it over Rex’s trembling shoulders nonchalantly.
Rex flushed a bright, rosy color and wrapped it around his pale neck. He thanked the heavens that the coat obscured his mortifying expression and nestled into it, inhaling Noah’s sugary, satin aroma.
Over time, the wind was thrashing more furiously, causing their once languid stroll to be a struggle with the domineering blasts of air.
Noah and Rex were forced to take shelter, in a wrecked, ransacked shack.
“Wow that was some wind, huh?” Rex mused, warily removing Noah’s jacket from his neck.
Silence was the only response.
Rex felt a warm body embracing against his from the back, and he instantly stiffened. Velvety smooth hands rested on his back, grazing down until they met Rex’s tiny, quivering palms, and seized at them lustily. Noah’s fingers gently intertwined with Rex’s, grasping with ample force. He felt, through their touching skin, a tender warmth spreading throughout Rex’s face to his entire body.
“N-noah, what are you doing?”
“Shh, my hands are cold.” The blonder mumbled, pressing his chin familiarly on Noah’s slim shoulder, nuzzling at his neck.
“Ahh, okay then.” Rex replied tentatively, shocked and perplexed by the unnecessary contact.
How innocent.
“Uh, Noah… are-are you warm enough?” He stuttered out, blushing more feverishly by the second.
Noah smirked, spotting the colour on his face, and murmured beneath his breath.
“Cute.”
“H-huh?”
“Nothing, nothing.”
Noah withdrew his arms from Rex’s figure, and cupped his face, ignoring the receptive pleas that spurted out of his mouth.
“Rex”
“Y-yeah?”
“I love you.”
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“I know, Noah, I know.”
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