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ajremixTitle from Queen Latifah's Hard Times because me and titles, man. Also while this wasn't intended to be robininthelabyrinth's birthday present, given the fortuitous timing, why not make it a present?
Title: Rest Your Tired Body Next to Mine
Fandom: DC TV
Rating: PG-13 though edging into NSFW territory
Word Count: 1051
Characters: Len, Mick, Lisa
Summary: Len contemplates his partner, Lisa is an untimely brat.
It was a rare event for Len to wake up before Mick. In the mornings anyway, there'd been many a time Len had woken in the hours teetering between one day and the next. But while those times were marred by anxiety and nightmares and restlessness, this was overlayed with comfort and a lethargic happiness.
He laid there, watching Mick snoring away next to him. In those private, intimate moments when Len could drink in the sight of his partner to his fill, Len couldn't help but be amazed at his luck. Barely three years ago he had thought himself worthless, beyond the concern of any other human being, barely able to keep himself and his sister alive. He had thought- he had been certain -that no one would ever care about him. And yet there was Mick. He'd seen Len through some of his toughest years, stood by Len when Len was full of anger and despair, lashing out because he felt helpless. And, through Mick's steadfastness and faith, Len was able to come into his own. Len was on the road to become someone, someone his father shouldn't stomp down on and it was all because of the man next to him. His partner.
Len's fingers trailed lightly over the cords of Mick's neck, over the wings of his collar bone, his chest. All that and Mick, miraculously, was willing to tumble into bed with Len. Nothing had changed, things didn't get awkward and Mick didn't hold over Len the fact Len was eager to get on his knees or his back for Mick. It was just... normal. Everything Len had convinced himself he'd never get, never feel, it was all so easy with Mick.
His hand wandered further down Mick's chest, down to his belly and Len never would have predicted just how addictive the slide of skin on skin could be. He went lower still, fingertips teasing near Mick's hips, making him shift in his sleep and Len grinned. Mick had told him once, when Len had accidentally woken him up while trying to sneak out of bed, hard and ashamed at how much he wanted to touch Mick, that he was okay with sleep sex if Len needed it.
"Doubt I'd ever say no to you," Mick said before half turning on his stomach, one leg tucked and presenting such a gorgeous picture that Len damn near came from that alone. "You want me, you can have me. Just don't leave me hard, 'kay?"
It was tough to say how Len liked Mick best, but sleepy was definitely up there. Warm and pliable but still responsive. Len's hand closed around Mick's cock, not yet hard, and tucked his face in the crook of Mick's neck where he could mouth and lick the skin there. His touch was light, like a feather skimming up and down Mick's length that grew gradually firmer as his cock began to thicken. Mick's breath caught and Len pulled back to rest on an elbow, watching the way Mick twitched and sighed, body beginning to waken with pleasure. Len gave Mick's cock a squeeze that caused a throaty moan to ease out between his lips before Len reached further down, rolling Mick's balls in his palm-
The door slammed open. "Lenny, I'm hungry! I made pancake mix because I was bored waiting for you! Someone needs to cook it!"
Len jerked back- would've thrown himself back if it didn't mean falling off the bed or getting out from under the covers. Mick woke with a start, momentarily disoriented. Mick rubbed a hand over his face and rumbled out, "What the fuck, Lisa?"
"It's after nine and I wanna eat!" She started clambering on to the bed and Len sat up, hand on her shoulders to keep her in place. She had a tendency to rip the blanket off Len if she thought he was sleeping in too late. She gave her brother a comically over-serious frown. "If you let me use the stove, I could cook myself!"
"As it is, I don't even trust your batter," Len told her, eyes narrowed. "How much chocolate chips did you put in it?"
"Enough."
Mick groaned, flopping back down, an arm thrown over his face. "I'll make pancakes. From my own batter."
"Fine, whatever, just make breakfast." She sat there and watched the two not move. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
"Can you leave?" Len asked dryly, eyebrow raised.
"Not until you get out of bed!"
He closed his eyes, trying to find the patience to deal with a bratty six year old first thing in the morning. "We can't while you're here, Lisa."
"Why not?"
"'Cause we're naked," Mick said bluntly.
Lisa wrinkled her nose. "Eeeeew, why?" Then a thoughtful pause. "I thought Lenny didn't like undressing around people."
"Yeah well... Mick's a special case." Len gave his sister a little push. "Out so we can dress and make you breakfast."
"Fine, hurry up." She slipped off the bed and out the door, closing it behind her.
Len sighed and cradled his head in one hand. He felt Mick shift next to him and felt a large, warm hand rubbing the base of his neck. "You regret teaching her to pick locks now?"
"I regret not making her take weekend classes."
Mick laughed and leaned in, nuzzling at the corner of Len's jaw. "How 'bout we pick this up after breakfast?" He rumbled enticingly. Len shivered.
"I could be persuaded..."
Before any persuading could actually happen, the door opened again and Len instinctively jerked away from Mick. Lisa poked her head in. "So does this make you boyfriends now?"
Len swore while Mick laughed uproariously. "Yes- whatever- get out!" The door closed on Lisa's impish grin and, when Mick wouldn't stop laughing, Len jabbed him with an elbow. "You two are the worst and I hate you both."
"Aw, does that mean you don't want after-pancake sex?"
"Of course I do. That doesn't keep you from being the worst."
Still chuckling, Mick pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of Len's face. "Love you, too."
It was a good thing Mick got out of bed and started scrounging for clothes because Len couldn't keep the stupidly happy smile off his face.
Title: Rest Your Tired Body Next to Mine
Fandom: DC TV
Rating: PG-13 though edging into NSFW territory
Word Count: 1051
Characters: Len, Mick, Lisa
Summary: Len contemplates his partner, Lisa is an untimely brat.
It was a rare event for Len to wake up before Mick. In the mornings anyway, there'd been many a time Len had woken in the hours teetering between one day and the next. But while those times were marred by anxiety and nightmares and restlessness, this was overlayed with comfort and a lethargic happiness.
He laid there, watching Mick snoring away next to him. In those private, intimate moments when Len could drink in the sight of his partner to his fill, Len couldn't help but be amazed at his luck. Barely three years ago he had thought himself worthless, beyond the concern of any other human being, barely able to keep himself and his sister alive. He had thought- he had been certain -that no one would ever care about him. And yet there was Mick. He'd seen Len through some of his toughest years, stood by Len when Len was full of anger and despair, lashing out because he felt helpless. And, through Mick's steadfastness and faith, Len was able to come into his own. Len was on the road to become someone, someone his father shouldn't stomp down on and it was all because of the man next to him. His partner.
Len's fingers trailed lightly over the cords of Mick's neck, over the wings of his collar bone, his chest. All that and Mick, miraculously, was willing to tumble into bed with Len. Nothing had changed, things didn't get awkward and Mick didn't hold over Len the fact Len was eager to get on his knees or his back for Mick. It was just... normal. Everything Len had convinced himself he'd never get, never feel, it was all so easy with Mick.
His hand wandered further down Mick's chest, down to his belly and Len never would have predicted just how addictive the slide of skin on skin could be. He went lower still, fingertips teasing near Mick's hips, making him shift in his sleep and Len grinned. Mick had told him once, when Len had accidentally woken him up while trying to sneak out of bed, hard and ashamed at how much he wanted to touch Mick, that he was okay with sleep sex if Len needed it.
"Doubt I'd ever say no to you," Mick said before half turning on his stomach, one leg tucked and presenting such a gorgeous picture that Len damn near came from that alone. "You want me, you can have me. Just don't leave me hard, 'kay?"
It was tough to say how Len liked Mick best, but sleepy was definitely up there. Warm and pliable but still responsive. Len's hand closed around Mick's cock, not yet hard, and tucked his face in the crook of Mick's neck where he could mouth and lick the skin there. His touch was light, like a feather skimming up and down Mick's length that grew gradually firmer as his cock began to thicken. Mick's breath caught and Len pulled back to rest on an elbow, watching the way Mick twitched and sighed, body beginning to waken with pleasure. Len gave Mick's cock a squeeze that caused a throaty moan to ease out between his lips before Len reached further down, rolling Mick's balls in his palm-
The door slammed open. "Lenny, I'm hungry! I made pancake mix because I was bored waiting for you! Someone needs to cook it!"
Len jerked back- would've thrown himself back if it didn't mean falling off the bed or getting out from under the covers. Mick woke with a start, momentarily disoriented. Mick rubbed a hand over his face and rumbled out, "What the fuck, Lisa?"
"It's after nine and I wanna eat!" She started clambering on to the bed and Len sat up, hand on her shoulders to keep her in place. She had a tendency to rip the blanket off Len if she thought he was sleeping in too late. She gave her brother a comically over-serious frown. "If you let me use the stove, I could cook myself!"
"As it is, I don't even trust your batter," Len told her, eyes narrowed. "How much chocolate chips did you put in it?"
"Enough."
Mick groaned, flopping back down, an arm thrown over his face. "I'll make pancakes. From my own batter."
"Fine, whatever, just make breakfast." She sat there and watched the two not move. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
"Can you leave?" Len asked dryly, eyebrow raised.
"Not until you get out of bed!"
He closed his eyes, trying to find the patience to deal with a bratty six year old first thing in the morning. "We can't while you're here, Lisa."
"Why not?"
"'Cause we're naked," Mick said bluntly.
Lisa wrinkled her nose. "Eeeeew, why?" Then a thoughtful pause. "I thought Lenny didn't like undressing around people."
"Yeah well... Mick's a special case." Len gave his sister a little push. "Out so we can dress and make you breakfast."
"Fine, hurry up." She slipped off the bed and out the door, closing it behind her.
Len sighed and cradled his head in one hand. He felt Mick shift next to him and felt a large, warm hand rubbing the base of his neck. "You regret teaching her to pick locks now?"
"I regret not making her take weekend classes."
Mick laughed and leaned in, nuzzling at the corner of Len's jaw. "How 'bout we pick this up after breakfast?" He rumbled enticingly. Len shivered.
"I could be persuaded..."
Before any persuading could actually happen, the door opened again and Len instinctively jerked away from Mick. Lisa poked her head in. "So does this make you boyfriends now?"
Len swore while Mick laughed uproariously. "Yes- whatever- get out!" The door closed on Lisa's impish grin and, when Mick wouldn't stop laughing, Len jabbed him with an elbow. "You two are the worst and I hate you both."
"Aw, does that mean you don't want after-pancake sex?"
"Of course I do. That doesn't keep you from being the worst."
Still chuckling, Mick pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of Len's face. "Love you, too."
It was a good thing Mick got out of bed and started scrounging for clothes because Len couldn't keep the stupidly happy smile off his face.
