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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[hottestrogue]

Mick nods and reaches over to stroke his hand over Len's chest. "Thank you Len."

[chillestrogue]

"You're welcome. Glad it's helping." He replied, setting his hand over Mick's.

"I'm willing to entertain suggestions from the floor for the next round."

[hottestrogue]

"That was actually really good. Not too hard but hard enough to get where I wanted. You sore though?" He finally removes the blackfold and looks over at Cold. "This was a stroke of genious too."

[chillestrogue]

He rubs his wrist, shrugging.

"Not bad. Just out of practice. There's a reason I like ranged weapons."

Len looks over and smirks.

"You'd be surprised what the library carries."

[hottestrogue]

"You found the blindfold in the library?" He raises his eyebrows, but reaches out to gently massage Cold's forearm.

[chillestrogue]

"The technique was in the library. The blindfold was in Iris' room." He replies, letting Mick take his arm from him.

[hottestrogue]

"Well it damn well worked. Maybe I should go visit the library." He continues to stroke the arm. "It helped a lot. I feel better."

[chillestrogue]

"I'm glad." And he was, really. Len had feared he would either go too hard, or too soft.

"Leaving here discretely might be a problem."

[hottestrogue]

"One of us leaves first and the other one follows a bit later?"

[chillestrogue]

"Me first. You need to rest."

He reaches over to Mick's pants, hesitating.

"Want me to pull these up?

[hottestrogue]

"I got it." He reaches down and tries to hide the wince as he pulls them up. "I think I'll rest best in my cabin but I'll let you head out first."

[chillestrogue]

He frowns, catching the wince, and runs his hand over Mick's head, tenderly.

"All right. Call me if it gets bad and you need me for a food run."

[hottestrogue]

He looks up and smiles slightly. "I will do that, go relax. I got food in my cabin."

[chillestrogue]

"Of course you do." It was no surprise to Cold that Mick had food in his cabin. He got up, stretching his arms above his head.

"Next time maybe I'll throw sex in the middle of this. See where it goes."

[hottestrogue]

Mick smiles at him, not bothering to hide that he is admiring him and the way Len moves. "You know that isn't ... what I mean is, only if you want it, alright?"

[chillestrogue]

He catches Mick's eye and smirks back, lowering his arms.

"What makes you think I don't want it?"

[hottestrogue]

"Because I know you weren't too keen on any of this to begin with."

[chillestrogue]

"I wasn't keen on hurting you." He retorts, packing up his bag. "But now that I see you want it, I think I could get into it myself."

[hottestrogue]

He smiles at that. It is nice to see he hasn't scared Len off for good. "In that case I'd be down. But if we're adding sex to this then I think we should also add restraints. You know how much I like to get rough with you. And I think that would ruin the mood, Master" The last word is said with a smirk.

[chillestrogue]

Happily flipping off his partner in retort, Cold swung the bag over his shoulder.

"I'll bring them the next time I come over. The pink, fluffy handcuffs."

[hottestrogue]

"Didn't know you were into humiliation." Mick laughs as he stands to get dressed while Len leaves.

Over the next few days Mick spoils Len whenever he can. Little things like getting him some extra snacks and even a new comic book or two.

[chillestrogue]

"Only you can decide if you're humiliated or not." He returned snarkily, and disappeared.

He notices the preferential treatment, and it gets an eyebrow raise but not much else; clearly Len's uncertain if Mick feels like he owes him or something. He pages through the comic book, giving his partner a questioning glance; where did this come from?

[hottestrogue]

"Picked it up when Iris and I got the new furniture. I thought it was one you haven't read yet." He smiles. He wasn't spoiling Len because he felt he owed him, it was more about saying thank you. "You want to go back to that room?"

[chillestrogue]

His eyebrows go up in interest, and he sits up, closing the comic and setting it on his knee.

"That all depends. Are you healed up?"

[hottestrogue]

"There are a few stubborn bruises left, but mostly they are gone by now." Mick smiles a little. It is nice to see that obvious interest on Len's face. "You've gotten your hands on some restraints?"