Living with Mick was not new at this point. There was a routine between them by now and it was the sort of thing that neither of them really even thought about any more. It's almost overly domestic in a lot of ways-- they go to sleep together, wake up together, have breakfast together. There's little they do on their own any more because they simply don't have to.
One of Mick's routines is a steady, daily round in the extra room he's set up as his own personal gym. Leonard had always known he worked out, but it wasn't until they were living together that he realized there were unknown benefits to such things.
And he isn't talking about the benefits for Mick.
It happened the first time completely on accident. He'd been intending to ask Mick's opinion on something, but he kind of forgot the point when he got to the doorway and his eyes landed on a focused, sweat-slicked Mick. It was hard not to stare and his thoughts sort of just dissipated.
The second time was a little more intentional, though he made it look more casual than it was. Lounging on the couch shoved in a far corner of the room, flipping idly through a book. But he couldn't have even told someone the title of it, because his eyes were locked on the way Mick moved, a certain kind of grace in the brute force he rained down against the bag in the corner.
Eventually, Mick caught on, though Leonard couldn't say what specifically might have given him away-- maybe his gaze lingered a little too long on that stupid little V-shaped muscle leading south from his abs. He made a show of it that day, and before he slipped off to go grab a shower, he muttered hotly against Leonard's ear, "If you wanna watch , all you gotta do is ask ."
Then they kind of had a new routine. Leonard was always welcome to watch him work out; sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't, but they both enjoyed it when it happened. Leonard got a pretty view, and Mick got the bonus of feeling wanted.
Today was different. Today, Leonard skipped watching Mick's gym routine in favor of working on getting a rough idea sketched out for the next job they were trying to put together. No harm, no foul, just had something else taking up his time.
He barely even registered it when Mick wandered by toward the shower. Nothing bad or out of the ordinary, just too lost in his plans.
{You're always first to take care of me at my worst, let me appreciate you, take in all that scenery
Living with Mick was not new at this point. There was a routine between them by now and it was the sort of thing that neither of them really even thought about any more. It's almost overly domestic in a lot of ways-- they go to sleep together, wake up together, have breakfast together. There's little they do on their own any more because they simply don't have to.
One of Mick's routines is a steady, daily round in the extra room he's set up as his own personal gym. Leonard had always known he worked out, but it wasn't until they were living together that he realized there were unknown benefits to such things.
And he isn't talking about the benefits for Mick.
It happened the first time completely on accident. He'd been intending to ask Mick's opinion on something, but he kind of forgot the point when he got to the doorway and his eyes landed on a focused, sweat-slicked Mick. It was hard not to stare and his thoughts sort of just dissipated.
The second time was a little more intentional, though he made it look more casual than it was. Lounging on the couch shoved in a far corner of the room, flipping idly through a book. But he couldn't have even told someone the title of it, because his eyes were locked on the way Mick moved, a certain kind of grace in the brute force he rained down against the bag in the corner.
Eventually, Mick caught on, though Leonard couldn't say what specifically might have given him away-- maybe his gaze lingered a little too long on that stupid little V-shaped muscle leading south from his abs. He made a show of it that day, and before he slipped off to go grab a shower, he muttered hotly against Leonard's ear, "If you wanna watch , all you gotta do is ask ."
Then they kind of had a new routine. Leonard was always welcome to watch him work out; sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't, but they both enjoyed it when it happened. Leonard got a pretty view, and Mick got the bonus of feeling wanted.
Today was different.
Today, Leonard skipped watching Mick's gym routine in favor of working on getting a rough idea sketched out for the next job they were trying to put together. No harm, no foul, just had something else taking up his time.
He barely even registered it when Mick wandered by toward the shower. Nothing bad or out of the ordinary, just too lost in his plans.