"Oh." His voice, colored with a sort of surprised understanding, is barely above a whisper as the confused frown turns into a softer smile. "You already set it up." He shakes his head and laughs. "Of course you did, you impulsive bastard." he laughs again--a rare, genuine sound that is hard to come by these days--and grabs Mick again, this kiss less content, more fierce and hungry.

Mick will find himself being pushed through the kitchen door, toward the couch in the living room in a frenzy. Leonard's lips never leave him, if they aren't on his own, they're somewhere against his skin, desperate and buzzing on a high he hasn't felt in years.

He doesn't care if they only have two hours to get there, or that Lisa will glare him half to death if they're late. He refuses to push this feeling aside and let it go. He plans to ride that high until it's spent, and Mick along with it.