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[hottestrogue]

[ Mick nods and then moves to come pick him up and manoeuvre him back to the bed. ]

It might be something they regret if they do.

[chillestrogue]

[Len, surprised by the sudden bridal carry, gives a snort of amusement but allows this]

Watch it, one of these days it'll be me carrying you around.

[hottestrogue]

[ Mick chuckles. ]

Really? You're going to need a trip to the gym before that, I weight double of what you do.

[chillestrogue]

[Playfully indignant]

You do not.

[hottestrogue]

Close enough. Maybe a few trips to the gym.

[ He places Len down on the bed. ]

Heck it might even surprise Summers.

[chillestrogue]

[In turn, once Len is sitting down on the bed, he wraps his legs around Mick, preventing him from leaving]

Surprise him how?

[hottestrogue]

Well, more muscles would look good on you.

[ He smiles and leans down to kiss him, settling into the grip the other has on him ]

[chillestrogue]

Then I wouldn't be able to squeeze into places I need to break into.

[He kisses back, fierce and possessive. Len seizes hold of Mick's shirt to pull him onto him, on the bed]

[hottestrogue]

You're not a spry little teenager anymore Len. We can get someone else on the team for that.

[ Mick let's Len pull him down on the bed but is careful not to land on him. ]

[chillestrogue]

[The bed creaks beneath them, but Len doesn't seem to care much for that. He's freezing cold to the touch, but Mick's core body temperature has always felt warm to him.]

You're right. I've grown up. Way more stamina than I had at that age.

[hottestrogue]

Oh yeah? Because I remember that week we got out of jail and celebrated all week.

[ Mick grins. It had been a good week, booze, sex and fights with other people. Just the way he liked it. ]

[chillestrogue]

[innocently]

Which week was that? The one where you took advantage of an oblivious and drunk 19-year-old against the bar or the one where I had to drive across state lines with the worst hangover of my life?

[hottestrogue]

Wasn't that the same week, and you might have been drunk but oblivious? You were as into it as I was Len

[chillestrogue]

Might've been. Drunk as hell.

Yes, but did I know what I was doing? Think you taught me everything you knew that week.

[hottestrogue]

I might have picked up a few tricks since then too.

[chillestrogue]

Show me?

[hottestrogue]

[ Mick laughs at that, but he is not going to say no so he starts kissing his way down Len's chest, fiddling with his pants to undo them as he does so. ]

Mostly they are about how to make you moan.

[chillestrogue]

[He helps Mick along, wriggling out of his pants and sitting up to kick them off his ankles.]

You don't hear me complaining, do you?

[hottestrogue]

Didn't think you would.

[ Mick takes a small step back to get his own clothes off before he moves to pin Len against the bed again and kiss him hard as he grinds against him. ]

[chillestrogue]

[And he does moan, much to his own amusement, the second Mick is on top of him. He kisses back, not minding the closeness and the heat so long as it's familiar.]