Leonard blinks when Mick pulls back, all fumbled apologies and-- Oh. No. He hasn't meant to make Mick feel bad. Like he overstepped in a way Leonard wasn't ready for. Like he'd done something he shouldn't have.
Leonard shakes his head, but he isn't sure Mick sees it and words just refuse to work right now. But Mick needs to know it's okay, that he didn't mind. So, he wraps his fingers around the collar of Mick's shirt and tugs him closer, all but attacking him with the ferocity of the kiss. There's this needy, desperate fire that pushes him closer, almost climbing into Mick's lap in his frenetic attempt to wordlessly let him know this wasn't a mistake.
Mick is too caught up in self-reproach when he pulls away to see the look on Leonard's face. To see that while he might have been surprised, it wasn't an unwelcome one.
Then there are quick fingers in his collar, pulling him close and the entire world just falls away with that kiss. Frantic. Eager. Sweeter than anything else he'd had in his entire life. He wraps his arms around him and deepens the kiss because he has wanted this for so long.
Even when the need for air forces the kiss to break, he just tips his forehead against him and breathes, a stupidly happy smile on his face. A good job. A good escape. Now this. He's pretty sure that life doesn't get any better than this moment. Right here. Right now.
When Mick's arms circle around him, Leonard practically melts against him. He's never felt anything like this before and it's a feeling he thinks he could really get used to. God knows Mick was practically a saint for the last two years, an uncountable number of times when this exact thing could have happened and had gone skipped over, missed, because Leonard was either too oblivious or too scared to let it happen.
When the kiss ends, Leonard can't help but return the smile Mick is giving him. This night is probably the best one he's ever had.
The last two years Mick had pretty much accepted that while he could call Leonard his boyfriend (even if only in his head), their relationship would never be physical. At least nothing beyond holding hands or sitting close. Lenny was just.. skittish about it. Or he had other things on his mind. But it was okay because Mick could look at him like he was everything and he didn't mind.
Now he's got him almost in his lap, kissing him desperately and Mick is practically drunk on his touch alone.
A smile. Another kiss. "Let's go get that hotel room."
"Okay," he mumbles, breathless and grinning wider than he thinks he ever has in his life.
The hotel room they got was swanky as hell compared to the hole-in-the-wall places they usually went and the two of them sort of stuck out in the place, but it didn't matter. They were kind of drunk on the buzz of the night, of that kiss on that bridge looking out across the night skyline of Chicago.
There was a part of him that itched to reach over, just to touch for the sake of it, while Mick was getting their room set up for the night, but he resists. He doesn't want the balking it would bring from the clerk at the front desk. He resists from the front desk to the elevator, from the elevator down the hallway and from the hallway until they're in the room. But that's as long as he could wait. Door shut, bags on the floor somewhere, and Leonard snatches the edge of Mick's collar and tugs him toward him again, mouths meeting in a crushing kind of desparation.
There's something to be said about firsts, and the way they happen have a way of sinking down into your bones in a way you'll never forget. First kiss, first time, first love. Leonard wonders if all three are supposed to be the same, if this happens very often with people in general, or if this is another way he's just...off-the-mark from other people.
It's quiet, mostly dark except the small strips of light from the city lights peeking in through the curtains at the window on the far side of the room. Leonard thinks he might be just as drunk on all of this as Mick seems to be, maybe more so, even, because Mick had experience that Leonard didn't. He knew more of what to expect, but it was all a blind, new journey in this direction for Leonard.
He's curled up against Mick, head pillowed on his shoulder and he can't quite seem to stop touching him. Little things, the barest of little touches that don't demand attention, but are just for the sake of it, fingers tracing idle patterns into Mick's skin because he can, and he wants to, so he does. There are things he could say, and he briefly considers saying any number of them, but he doesn't want his voice to break this moment. He wants to live in it for as long as he can, and forget the rest of the world while he does.
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Date: 2018-01-07 04:17 pm (UTC)Leonard shakes his head, but he isn't sure Mick sees it and words just refuse to work right now. But Mick needs to know it's okay, that he didn't mind. So, he wraps his fingers around the collar of Mick's shirt and tugs him closer, all but attacking him with the ferocity of the kiss. There's this needy, desperate fire that pushes him closer, almost climbing into Mick's lap in his frenetic attempt to wordlessly let him know this wasn't a mistake.
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Date: 2018-01-07 04:37 pm (UTC)Then there are quick fingers in his collar, pulling him close and the entire world just falls away with that kiss. Frantic. Eager. Sweeter than anything else he'd had in his entire life. He wraps his arms around him and deepens the kiss because he has wanted this for so long.
Even when the need for air forces the kiss to break, he just tips his forehead against him and breathes, a stupidly happy smile on his face. A good job. A good escape. Now this. He's pretty sure that life doesn't get any better than this moment. Right here. Right now.
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Date: 2018-01-07 04:50 pm (UTC)When the kiss ends, Leonard can't help but return the smile Mick is giving him. This night is probably the best one he's ever had.
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Date: 2018-01-09 01:22 pm (UTC)Now he's got him almost in his lap, kissing him desperately and Mick is practically drunk on his touch alone.
A smile. Another kiss. "Let's go get that hotel room."
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Date: 2018-01-14 04:30 pm (UTC)The hotel room they got was swanky as hell compared to the hole-in-the-wall places they usually went and the two of them sort of stuck out in the place, but it didn't matter. They were kind of drunk on the buzz of the night, of that kiss on that bridge looking out across the night skyline of Chicago.
There was a part of him that itched to reach over, just to touch for the sake of it, while Mick was getting their room set up for the night, but he resists. He doesn't want the balking it would bring from the clerk at the front desk. He resists from the front desk to the elevator, from the elevator down the hallway and from the hallway until they're in the room. But that's as long as he could wait. Door shut, bags on the floor somewhere, and Leonard snatches the edge of Mick's collar and tugs him toward him again, mouths meeting in a crushing kind of desparation.
There's something to be said about firsts, and the way they happen have a way of sinking down into your bones in a way you'll never forget. First kiss, first time, first love. Leonard wonders if all three are supposed to be the same, if this happens very often with people in general, or if this is another way he's just...off-the-mark from other people.
It's quiet, mostly dark except the small strips of light from the city lights peeking in through the curtains at the window on the far side of the room. Leonard thinks he might be just as drunk on all of this as Mick seems to be, maybe more so, even, because Mick had experience that Leonard didn't. He knew more of what to expect, but it was all a blind, new journey in this direction for Leonard.
He's curled up against Mick, head pillowed on his shoulder and he can't quite seem to stop touching him. Little things, the barest of little touches that don't demand attention, but are just for the sake of it, fingers tracing idle patterns into Mick's skin because he can, and he wants to, so he does. There are things he could say, and he briefly considers saying any number of them, but he doesn't want his voice to break this moment. He wants to live in it for as long as he can, and forget the rest of the world while he does.