A/N: You know, I don’t write enough of the guys. So here you go! 250 words, three minutes. =)
His fingers are quick on the keys, dancing hither and thither like flames in a fire. His shoulders shake: his chest heaves and his collar jumps and he’s grinning, lips pulled brazenly back from his teeth. As the prince’s toes set up a tappity rhythm beneath the piano bench too, Marshall Lee floats the rest of the way into the window and kicks it quietly closed behind him.
When Gumball finishes whatever he’s playing a minute or so later, the vampire starts up a slow, heartfelt clap.
The prince whirls on the bench, snatching his hands from the instrument’s teeth in a manner almost guilty. “Oh,” he coughs, “Marsh, uh—hey. What’s up?”
“Dude.” Marshall Lee swoops to the side of his fellow monarch. He repeats reverently, “Dude, daaang. I didn’t know you could play like that.”
Fetching a glance over his shoulder at the piano, Gumball smiles—a small, shy sort of smile—and shrugs. “Oh no, really, I can’t—”
“Huh-uh. Don’t even.” Marshall Lee lands on his feet proper. Dropping onto the bench next, he swings his legs around: bumps his hip against the prince’s. “Here, scooch over. Give us another show.” As the other man hesitates, the vampire sweeps his thumb down the back of Gumball’s hand and urges, softer this time, “C’mon, Peeg. Don’t be shy. Play for me.”
Their elbows scrub a little. Smile strengthening now, Gumball straightens—spins on the bench to face the piano once more. “Well,” he says, “for you, okay.”