An exercise in trust: Mick and Len, probably nsfw

[hottestrogue]

Mick sits on Len's bed, his head in his hands. The smell of smoke and burning books still clung to his clothes. He had been helping that woman burn the books in the library, not because he cared for the books or her in anyway but because of the call of the fire. It could have gone bad. Really bad. They were on a spaceship, but once he had seen that flame it had been too late.

This was getting out of hand, he felt like he couldn't help it. He isn't sure how to put it into words, but for once in his life, Mick is scared. The timemasters had turned that need for chaos and the desire to watch the world burn in to a weapon they could point at people. With the legends it was less a weapon and more a controlled fire. Here on the Barge he doesn't have either of those two.

He licks his lips when he hears Len's footsteps and glances up at his partner. "Len..."

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[chillestrogue]

He burns with need, but Cold's always been the kind of guy to be able to hold off for long periods of time, and is firm with his body. Patience.

"Patience, Mick." He drawls, though quietly, the hand not pinning his partner to the wall sliding down his back and against his ass, circling around his hole.

[hottestrogue]

Mick groans at that, impatient and not liking being told to wait. He never does, but like always he obeys. This time with a little huff of irritation that changes into a moan as Cold's hand teases him. He tries pushing back a little, stiff and awkward with being the one begging to get fucked. That never happened yet here he is.

[chillestrogue]

He gives a laugh when Mick voices his displeasure, happy to be irritating his partner in this new, fun way. His finger inserts itself inside Mick, as he begins to prep and stretch him.

He'll have to run for the lube in a second, but for now, this is nice, keeping Mick up against the wall like this.