Damn if this doesn't feel good. Right. Like this is where he's meant to be.
The shock on his face earns a smile from Mick because damn had that night fueled more than a few fantasies about his partner in the subsequent years. "Yeah. Really. I just wanted you to stop talking, you had to go and be.. you. Then it just hit me like a ton of damn bricks."
"That I wanted something else. That I wanted you."
"Oh." He bites his lip, not really sure how to take that. He's not sure that anyone has ever seen him this way-- and if they had, he certainly never noticed it at all.
"Well, I didn't really hate it, you know. Being pinned like that by you." His words are a little more tentative than he might have liked, but they were honest all the same. And maybe more flirty than he realized.
His shoulders shake with a quiet chuckle. "Yeah? I didn't exactly hate doin' it either." Mick tamps down on a question that very nearly escapes, wondering if he'd want to try it again. It's too soon tonight. Probably.
"But you can set the pace Lenny," he promises. "Don't wanna push you into anything you aren't ready to try."
Mick isn't above stealing, but there are few things that he's got hard and fast rules on and one of them is consent. A wink. "You're the boss."
He snickers a little at the joke, but shakes his head. "Nah... boss...implies a hierarchy. This isn't that. We're....on the level. Equal." He tips his head back a little to look up at Mick. "Partners."
"But...thanks," he says, looking back down at their linked fingers again. "I appreciate it... you letting me set the pace. I've never..." he shrugs, like that finishes the thought left hanging in the air.
"Partners." It's perfect. Mick smiles in approval as he nods.
Mick squeezes their linked hands. Lenny isn't his first by a long shot but that's okay. That means when the time comes he can do it all right, he can show him how good it can all be. Until then he's okay with cold showers and solo nights.
"As long as you need Lenny. You just gotta tell me what you want and when."
"I dunno if you've noticed or not, but I'm not... so great at that. The whole--" he waves his free hand in a vague sort of motion. "voicing things I want...thing." Maybe part of that is not knowing what he wants, but a bigger part is probably not really having the opportunity for something like that before. You don't want in the Snart household, it does no good.
"Okay Lenny.. um," he considers for a long moment. "But I don't wanna push for more than you're ready." Help him figure this out Leonard. Mick isn't the planner.
"Maybe you just start taking the lead. I'll.. I won't do nothing until you're ready?"
"We'll figure it out," He promises, looking up at him again. "I know you'd never do anything I'm not ready for. I...Mick, I trust you." Some words, he just doesn't use. Ever. And it makes an impact when it comes up. Trust is definitely one of those. Like safe and comfortable, earlier. Apparently, Mick gets all the rarities tonight.
"I'm not really great at that either," he admits, which he knows is not helping the point of this at all, but he thinks the only thing that will is being upfront. "That..." another vague motion with his hand. "thing... at the bar, I-- that's not me..." he gives an awkward scoff. "I don't know what happened. I just..."
Suddenly, mid-sentence, something dawns on him. "Actually, I... I think I was jealous." Which feels absolutely ridiculous to realize, and even more mortifying to admit. And it's an obvious kind of embarrassment he's feeling, as he almost sinks lower against Mick's side.
Trust. Even something like jealousy. Christ. The words mean everything to Mick, as evidenced in the fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips even as Lenny sinks in against him.
"Ain't nothing wrong with that," he promises. "But I don't know what to do now. Can I, can I just put my arm around you?" Mick wants so much more but so far it's worked to treat Lenny like a skittish colt. Slow and easy.
"There's not?" Because he feels like he's being pretty useless in all of this right now-- not good at voicing things, not good at anything like taking charge in this situation. Everything he's said is the opposite of helpful and sounds a lot more like he's just being purposefully difficult, even though he's really not.
He nods a little. "Yeah, that's fine..." He frowns a little, "but... I don't want you to feel like you have to ask for everything, that's not really fair and I'm pretty sure that isn't how this is supposed to work." A list feels too clinical and detached, so he keeps it to himself when it crosses his mind, though he thinks he might make one on his own, for himself, so he can figure this out with Mick more later.
"For now, just...go slow. And...I'll stop you if it's too much." It's the best plan he can go with for right this minute, and it gels well with Mick pushing for Leonard to set the pace.
He bites his lip, debating if he should admit what's burning a hole at the end of his tongue, but he thinks it's for the best if he explains it. Might help Mick really understand this from his side of it all. "I'd never kissed anyone before tonight." Sort of an unnerving thing to admit at seventeen, but well....the truth is the truth.
"Okay. Okay I can do that." And Mick slides an arm around Leonard, easing him in a little more against his side and damn if that doesn't feel good. Slow. He can do slow for the sake of his partner.
Mick is about to ask for another kiss when the admission stops him cold and his jaw works for a moment. "Oh. Okay." His thumb moves in circles along his shoulder. "I'm glad it was me. So.. if.. you know, whenever you wanna try again?"
God, he could live here against Mick's side for the rest of eternity and it would never feel like the world could do anything to damage him. And wouldn't that just be nice? He leans deeper into that space of comfort and ignores the pressing feeling of the negative way his thoughts always twist anything good in his life. He may not be able to shut that part of his brain off forever, but he can for right now, at least.
"I know, it's weird, but..." His lip finds its way between his teeth again and, if he's paying attention, Mick might notice the way he's all but checked out toward the end of that last statement, already understanding where he was going with it. Leonard's gaze drops, for a brief moment to Mick's lips and he doesn't quite notice, and probably wouldn't know it as a sign of wanting to be kissed if he did anyway.
"Not that weird," he answers. Mick would hold him like this forever if he could, stand between everything that tries to come at Lenny and kick it all back. Keep him safe. Anything so he could feel the warm press of his body beside him, watch those walls come down and just watch him be Lenny. The kid he fell for.
When Mick leans in for that kiss, he does it slow enough to give him plenty of time to call a halt to things. Nothing too intense this time, just a warm press of lips. Softer than what they had shared at the bar.
Leonard's pretty sure he's just being nice, because it's definitely weird, but he doesn't have time to think about it or say anything as Mick leans down and presses his lips to Leonard's. There's the slightest shock of hesitation before he sinks into it, leaning up to press closer.
It's probably more a case of opinion - he doesn't seem to think it's weird because it's Leonard. He's got more quirks and hangups than most people, but he still means everything in the world to Mick. He keeps the kiss soft and easy, maybe parting his lips a little but holding back on deepening it for the moment.
God. He could die happy right here and now with Lenny in his arms, finally finally able to kiss him.
Leonard doesn't mind the careful, easy pace, but there's something about getting a taste of something you've never had before that makes you want to get a whole fill of it. He shifts and presses up into the kiss, a little more frenetic, letting what feels right guide him more than anything like his usual choice of logic.
Eventually, he has to pull away just to breathe, but he doesn't move far. He stays close and soaks up that warm, electric feeling he's come to sort of associate with Mick as much as anything else. "Can you...show me more?" he asks, still nearly breathless, but having no intention of being done with this new, wild sensation that's taken up residence in every nerve-ending he has.
A smile against his lips as Mick loops his arms around his partner. "Yeah Lenny. Yeah I can."
Kisses that deepen in intensity, Mick pouring out ages of want and need into them. Touches that remain outside of clothing for now. Smoothing down his back and sides, up a leg or across a hip. Giving encouragement in the form of sounds and response when heistant hands start to touch him in return.
They won't go further tonight, not without clean clothes for both of them and Mick would rather not, thanks. So eventually they sit on the couch, still exchanging lazy kisses and touches, but far less frantic as they come down from the endorphin high.
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Date: 2018-04-16 02:23 pm (UTC)The shock on his face earns a smile from Mick because damn had that night fueled more than a few fantasies about his partner in the subsequent years. "Yeah. Really. I just wanted you to stop talking, you had to go and be.. you. Then it just hit me like a ton of damn bricks."
"That I wanted something else. That I wanted you."
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Date: 2018-04-16 05:00 pm (UTC)"Well, I didn't really hate it, you know. Being pinned like that by you." His words are a little more tentative than he might have liked, but they were honest all the same. And maybe more flirty than he realized.
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Date: 2018-04-16 05:27 pm (UTC)"But you can set the pace Lenny," he promises. "Don't wanna push you into anything you aren't ready to try."
Mick isn't above stealing, but there are few things that he's got hard and fast rules on and one of them is consent. A wink. "You're the boss."
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Date: 2018-04-16 11:24 pm (UTC)"But...thanks," he says, looking back down at their linked fingers again. "I appreciate it... you letting me set the pace. I've never..." he shrugs, like that finishes the thought left hanging in the air.
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Date: 2018-04-17 12:00 am (UTC)Mick squeezes their linked hands. Lenny isn't his first by a long shot but that's okay. That means when the time comes he can do it all right, he can show him how good it can all be. Until then he's okay with cold showers and solo nights.
"As long as you need Lenny. You just gotta tell me what you want and when."
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Date: 2018-04-17 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-04-17 12:20 am (UTC)"Maybe you just start taking the lead. I'll.. I won't do nothing until you're ready?"
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Date: 2018-04-17 12:51 am (UTC)"I'm not really great at that either," he admits, which he knows is not helping the point of this at all, but he thinks the only thing that will is being upfront. "That..." another vague motion with his hand. "thing... at the bar, I-- that's not me..." he gives an awkward scoff. "I don't know what happened. I just..."
Suddenly, mid-sentence, something dawns on him. "Actually, I... I think I was jealous." Which feels absolutely ridiculous to realize, and even more mortifying to admit. And it's an obvious kind of embarrassment he's feeling, as he almost sinks lower against Mick's side.
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Date: 2018-04-17 01:08 am (UTC)Christ. The words mean everything to Mick, as evidenced in the fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips even as Lenny sinks in against him.
"Ain't nothing wrong with that," he promises. "But I don't know what to do now. Can I, can I just put my arm around you?" Mick wants so much more but so far it's worked to treat Lenny like a skittish colt. Slow and easy.
He can try. For him.
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Date: 2018-04-17 01:28 am (UTC)He nods a little. "Yeah, that's fine..." He frowns a little, "but... I don't want you to feel like you have to ask for everything, that's not really fair and I'm pretty sure that isn't how this is supposed to work." A list feels too clinical and detached, so he keeps it to himself when it crosses his mind, though he thinks he might make one on his own, for himself, so he can figure this out with Mick more later.
"For now, just...go slow. And...I'll stop you if it's too much." It's the best plan he can go with for right this minute, and it gels well with Mick pushing for Leonard to set the pace.
He bites his lip, debating if he should admit what's burning a hole at the end of his tongue, but he thinks it's for the best if he explains it. Might help Mick really understand this from his side of it all. "I'd never kissed anyone before tonight." Sort of an unnerving thing to admit at seventeen, but well....the truth is the truth.
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Date: 2018-04-17 01:35 am (UTC)Mick is about to ask for another kiss when the admission stops him cold and his jaw works for a moment. "Oh. Okay." His thumb moves in circles along his shoulder. "I'm glad it was me. So.. if.. you know, whenever you wanna try again?"
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Date: 2018-04-17 01:48 am (UTC)"I know, it's weird, but..." His lip finds its way between his teeth again and, if he's paying attention, Mick might notice the way he's all but checked out toward the end of that last statement, already understanding where he was going with it. Leonard's gaze drops, for a brief moment to Mick's lips and he doesn't quite notice, and probably wouldn't know it as a sign of wanting to be kissed if he did anyway.
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Date: 2018-04-17 01:21 pm (UTC)When Mick leans in for that kiss, he does it slow enough to give him plenty of time to call a halt to things. Nothing too intense this time, just a warm press of lips. Softer than what they had shared at the bar.
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Date: 2018-04-17 02:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-04-17 02:16 pm (UTC)God. He could die happy right here and now with Lenny in his arms, finally finally able to kiss him.
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Date: 2018-04-17 07:54 pm (UTC)Eventually, he has to pull away just to breathe, but he doesn't move far. He stays close and soaks up that warm, electric feeling he's come to sort of associate with Mick as much as anything else. "Can you...show me more?" he asks, still nearly breathless, but having no intention of being done with this new, wild sensation that's taken up residence in every nerve-ending he has.
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Date: 2018-04-19 03:18 pm (UTC)Kisses that deepen in intensity, Mick pouring out ages of want and need into them. Touches that remain outside of clothing for now. Smoothing down his back and sides, up a leg or across a hip. Giving encouragement in the form of sounds and response when heistant hands start to touch him in return.
They won't go further tonight, not without clean clothes for both of them and Mick would rather not, thanks. So eventually they sit on the couch, still exchanging lazy kisses and touches, but far less frantic as they come down from the endorphin high.