Shit. Mick's known for a long time now that his gaze has lingered a bit too long on women as much as men. Something his bastard of an old man tried to beat out of him the one time he caught him with another boy behind the old barn. He did his level damn best to keep those wants hidden not out of shame, but because anyone who harassed him about after the fire tended to provoke one of his rages.
He likes Snart. He's never had a friend before and Mick doesn't want him to turn out like the others, calling him all those derogatory names.
But he likes him more than he should. He shouldn't be getting so attached. Snart will get out. He'll go back to his little sister and his grandfather and he won't look back.
"Stop talking." A grated order that doesn't carry nearly as much heat as he wants it to.
The words give Leonard enough space inside his head to stop trying to figure out what the he'll this weird tension is all of the sudden. "Why should I?" He pushes, unable to stop the words from coming out of his mouth, which is still turned up in a smirk at one corner.
He doesn't know what exactly just happened, or what could possibly be running through the older boy's mind, but he's got him off-kilter somehow and Leonard will always use what he can to his advantage.
"My old man's always said I'm slow learner with a smart mouth." That's why the lessons keep happening, after all. It's a laughable way to frame abuse, but it's what Lewis has called it since he could remember and it kind of stuck. For awhile, he bought it, thought that if he could be a better son, he could make it all go away.
Eventually, he figured out nothing would ever be enough to make it stop.
"Maybe you can help me find a way to keep it shut. Seems like a pretty handy lesson to learn." He really doesn't mean it like it sounds, but even more than the words, but also the teasing inflection in them, it definitely sounds like a come-on of a kind.
Mick has a few hard limits, lines that he'll never cross. And Snart is making it awfully fucking hard to stick to the right side of those lines with teasing lines like that. Because he can't mean it the way that he said.. can he?
He's got a forearm braced across Snart's chest, a fistful of his scrubs and Mick leans in until his lips are practically at his ear. "You better watch what you ask for."
As he pulls back there's a moment where Mick searches his face, wondering if there was even a chance.. but whatever he's looking for he doesn't find and Mick spins away, crawling back to his bunk with his back to Snart.
There it is again. That weird, electric-charged air in the almost non-existent space between them again.
Leonard isn't sure what it is, but it's tight and warm, low in his belly, and sticky across his skin. And it just seems to swarm hot and heavy all over him when Mick leans in with his lips right next to his ear. He feels the words almost more than he hears them and it sends a shudder he can't stop down his spine.
And it seems pretty damn effective for shutting him up, too.
He doesn't know what it means. That feeling. Whatever it is Mick seems to be looking for when he looks at him. The way he just stalks off in silence.
Leonard slips a little down against the wall, the standing equivalent of a stumble, before he pushes off of it and drops down onto the bunk below Mick, staring straight up at the mattress above him.
His mind is turning the scene over and over already, trying to figure out what it means, what the electric-snap down his spine and the fire brewing in his stomach was about. He kind of wants to ask, because he hates not knowing or understanding things, but this feels like the sort of thing he should understand already and he's too embarrassed to admit he doesn't know to ask at all.
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Date: 2018-03-21 02:09 pm (UTC)Mick's known for a long time now that his gaze has lingered a bit too long on women as much as men. Something his bastard of an old man tried to beat out of him the one time he caught him with another boy behind the old barn. He did his level damn best to keep those wants hidden not out of shame, but because anyone who harassed him about after the fire tended to provoke one of his rages.
He likes Snart.
He's never had a friend before and Mick doesn't want him to turn out like the others, calling him all those derogatory names.
But he likes him more than he should. He shouldn't be getting so attached. Snart will get out. He'll go back to his little sister and his grandfather and he won't look back.
"Stop talking." A grated order that doesn't carry nearly as much heat as he wants it to.
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Date: 2018-03-21 04:21 pm (UTC)He doesn't know what exactly just happened, or what could possibly be running through the older boy's mind, but he's got him off-kilter somehow and Leonard will always use what he can to his advantage.
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Date: 2018-03-21 08:31 pm (UTC)Fuck.
He's so screwed.
Mick snarls in reply, pressing in closer. "Because you should be smarter than that, wiseass."
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Date: 2018-03-21 11:22 pm (UTC)Eventually, he figured out nothing would ever be enough to make it stop.
"Maybe you can help me find a way to keep it shut. Seems like a pretty handy lesson to learn." He really doesn't mean it like it sounds, but even more than the words, but also the teasing inflection in them, it definitely sounds like a come-on of a kind.
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Date: 2018-03-22 12:59 pm (UTC)And Snart is making it awfully fucking hard to stick to the right side of those lines with teasing lines like that. Because he can't mean it the way that he said.. can he?
He's got a forearm braced across Snart's chest, a fistful of his scrubs and Mick leans in until his lips are practically at his ear. "You better watch what you ask for."
As he pulls back there's a moment where Mick searches his face, wondering if there was even a chance.. but whatever he's looking for he doesn't find and Mick spins away, crawling back to his bunk with his back to Snart.
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Date: 2018-03-23 01:53 am (UTC)Leonard isn't sure what it is, but it's tight and warm, low in his belly, and sticky across his skin. And it just seems to swarm hot and heavy all over him when Mick leans in with his lips right next to his ear. He feels the words almost more than he hears them and it sends a shudder he can't stop down his spine.
And it seems pretty damn effective for shutting him up, too.
He doesn't know what it means. That feeling. Whatever it is Mick seems to be looking for when he looks at him. The way he just stalks off in silence.
Leonard slips a little down against the wall, the standing equivalent of a stumble, before he pushes off of it and drops down onto the bunk below Mick, staring straight up at the mattress above him.
His mind is turning the scene over and over already, trying to figure out what it means, what the electric-snap down his spine and the fire brewing in his stomach was about. He kind of wants to ask, because he hates not knowing or understanding things, but this feels like the sort of thing he should understand already and he's too embarrassed to admit he doesn't know to ask at all.