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Who said I don't have plans?

[ he does. but he also lets mick grab his arm, even if he doesn't lay down. ]

Go brush your teeth, your breath stinks. Then maybe I will.

You should have plans with me. I can show you a good time. Couple more beers, some nachos, maybe a ninja movie. I got tonight covered.

[He slowly pulls himself upright with a mocking smirk.]

We could watch something with Chuck Norris or Van Damme.

We could do that.

[ leonard watches as mick gets up and slowly pulls himself away from mick's grasp. his lips curl in an echo of mick's smirk and he tilts his head to the side, looking down for a moment. ]

I'd been planning on letting you fuck me into the mattress. [ he pauses and looks back up at mick. ] But if you'd rather watch an action movie... Well. I'll go get the nachos started.

[ and he slides off the mattress, aiming to walk away. ]

... What?

[Wait

No!

God damn it, he really hates Leonard some days. He growls lightly and fumbles upright, snagging Leonard's arm before he could fully retreat and trying to command his attention before he slips away. And, for the record, that took a lot of effort. Being hung over wasn't playing to his advantage today.]

You're literally the biggest pain in the ass, Snart.

[ leonard just smiles in response. not unlike the cat that got the cream. ]

Go freshen up, Mick. Then we'll talk about... renegotiating our plans.

[Mick growls lightly and he's on the verge of saying something childish and petulant or purposefully not freshening up but

He's done that before. He knows where it gets him. Nowhere. With a small huff, he gets up and heads into the bathroom. Oh yeah, he's gonna smell like fucking daisies now, like a spring meadow.

Then there's no excuse not to fuck him.]

[ cue ff7 victory music. he got mick out of bed and into the bathroom! with a hangover!!

leonard takes this little bit of time to change the sheets on the bed (they smell like a bar and bo, okay) and also arrange himself very deliberate way. he's leaning against the pillows, one arm behind his head as he reads a book, sweats slung low on his hips and his sweater riding up. juuust a little.

look, there's only so much drunken flirting he can stand before he decides to purposefully drive mick out of his mind. ]

[Mick stumbles out of the shower smelling like the shower gel he just liberally covered himself in and hey, he went all out, okay? He used mouthwash. Admittedly he swallowed it without thinking but it had a hell of a kick so whatever. He could deal.

He stands in the living room, using the towel to dry off his face, his clothes discarded in the bathroom.

As he looks up, he catches the sight of his partner and -- fuck. Okay. This is clearly a game, isn't it? He knows it. He can feel it. Leonard is teasing him, he playing games. that faint glimpse of flesh is all he needs right now.] You're such a God damn tease.

[ he doesn't even look up, just turns a page in his book as he raises an eyebrow. ]

That's not exactly breaking news, Mick.

[ what are you going to do about it, partner? ]

[What is he gonna do about it?

He storms over and forcefully plurks the book out of Leonard's arms and holds it up in the air. A sorta classic 'keep away' pose.]

Stop looking at this junk and look at me, asshole. [So romantic <3]

That 'junk' is a first edition copy worth almost twenty grand. [ be careful with it, jerk.

he shifts so he can get a better look at mick, the loose collar of his shirt showing off a small bit of collarbone as he does. ]

What, exactly, do you want me to look at?

It's a book. Who cares about books? I can get you a book any time.

[Screw books. He didn't care about books. He cares about that little bit of collarbone showing.]

Look at me. [Mick smirks a little.] Look at this handsome face. You lucky bastard.

[ he hums thoughtfully, giving mick a thorough once-over. ]

I think I'd like that face better if it were focused on me and not how supposedly lucky I am.

[ he means this both right now and in general. because he is a jealous ho. ]

[Mick smirks and decides that yes, he can give his full focus on Leonard.

Hence why he leans down and steals a kiss before Leonard can protest or chase him off. Mick clearly has to up his game, that's the best way to ensure he gets Leonard.]

How's that?

[ leonard lets one hand curl around mick's shoulder. ]

I give it a solid six out of ten. Good effort, but over too soon.

[ read as: get back down here and kiss me better, you ass. ]

You act like you've earned a ten out of ten kiss.

[Mick growls and while it does sound annoyed and kinda pissed off, there's a hint of teasing in it. He's used to Leonard by now, used to the way he talks. Nothing shocks him.

He drops down and makes a point to do exactly as instructed. See, such a good boy, he knew what he was doing.]

[ he loves it when a plan comes together.

especially when it's the kind of plan that gets him kissed like this, where it leaves him breathing a little hard and smiling despite himself, fingers digging into the muscles of mick's back. ]

Remind me again which one of us took care of your drunk ass last night? [ he asks when he gets a moment to breathe. ] I'd say I've earned a kiss and then some.

Drunk me is a fucking delight. Could have been worse.

[Debatable. Mick kept trying to do pretty much what he was doing now but with less co-ordination and not ability to get hard. it was pretty pathetic and kind of annoying.

Mick steals another kiss and this time, he drags it out as much as he can, just want to leave him as breathless as before. He sets his hand behind Leonard's head, cupping it lightly as he deepened it, happily clambering on top of him to get a better angle, mindful not to crush him by accident or kneel on him. This worked way better when not drunk and almost fall on Leonard instead.]

[ he makes a sound against mick's mouth, something caught between amusement and disbelief. a delight. riiight.

but where drunk mick is annoying as fuck sometimes, sober mick is the opposite. leonard can't help but enjoy the press of his body, the feeling of damp skin under his hands, the taste of mouthwash and something wholly mick underneath that. he lets himself relax into the mattress. lets his partner encompass and surround him.

even so, he can't resist nipping at mick's lower lip and pulling back to tease him just a little more. because he's an asshole like that. ]

You sure you'd rather stay here than watch some Chuck Norris?

[Well. It's a fair question.

The only person in the world Mick loves this much is Chuck Norris.

Fortunately. Leonard always edges him out. Always. He would happily ditch movie time and forcing Leonard to sit through numerous annoying ninja films just to give him a little special attention. And get a little something out of it himself. He just adores watching Leonard just relax, to ease up, for some of that usual tension to melt away.]

Nah. Just you. I only want you. [He reaches out and playfully picks at his shirt.] Though you could stand to lose some clothes. Show me a little skin.

[ there's a quip resting on the tip of his tongue--careful, i might start thinking the wrong thing if you keep talking like that--and it would be in the usual vein of their repartee. but leonard swallows it down.

a little flame of pleasure lights beneath his sternum at mick's words. it banks the embers of his jealousy and spreads the kind of warmth through his veins that would leave him shaking if he were any less controlled. his fingers don't tremble, but when he peels his shirt off, it's a little too rushed to hide how much he wants this. wants mick above him and around him. wants mick to want him.

he curls a hand behind mick's neck and pulls him into another kiss. it's short but heated, and after, leonard presses open-mouthed kisses to mick's jaw and throat. ]

You really want me, Mick? [ he nips at mick's collarbone, just enough to sting. ] Convince me. Tell me how much. [ or show him. he's not too picky, he just craves the certainty and the thrill that either would bring. ]

I shouldn't have to convince you, you should know it.

[The words aren't said in a cocky way or with any bravado or judgement. It's not confrontation, just a statement. He knows that Leonard knows, just like Mick knows, but he also knows that sometimes it just has to be validated for him. And Mick is really happy to do that, no matter what protests he might make along the way. They were superficial really.

He moans lightly at the way Leonard toys with his neck, his jaw, planting small kisses not enough to get him anywhere but enough to drive him wild. He runs his hand down Leonard's side, idly tugging at his waistband but not making any real effort to move it down, just making it clear how much he can't wait to get those off.

Sliding back a little, he leans down and plants a few kisses on Leonard's chest, nothing big, nothing too dragged out, though he does find himself tempted and soon gives into the urge to mark Leonard. He leaves faint love bites on the paler patches of skin, leaning back to admire his handy work.]

Ain't no one in this world I want more than you. You got that?

[ he does know it. really, he does. there's a reason leonard puts up with mick's incessant drunken flirting. and why he's comfortable enough to take off his shirt without a second thought, even though he vastly prefers being covered throat to wrist to ankle, not a scar to be seen.

some scars don't leave any physical marks, though. and it's the ache of those scars occasionally flaring up that leaves him questioning. not seriously. not really. just... wondering somewhere in the back of his head why mick stays when he could be off with someone who doesn't run as hot and cold as leonard does.

he bites his lip around a muffled noise as mick marks him up. little bolts of pleasure zing along his skin wherever mick's mouth goes and his breath stutters. ]

Got it. [ he does.

he tilts his head back, baring his throat, and gives mick a smirk. ] Now the real question is how do you want me?

[Mick growls lightly, his lips still against Leonard's skin as he contemplated his next move. Mick didn't overthink anything, not really, but when he did think about things, it was usually exclusively things that included Leonard. And that's why, unlike 90% of situations, Mick took a moment to consider this.

Then he kisses a scar just to the side and pulls himself up a little, definitely going for his waistband now.]

You're so fucking handsome. It's ridiculous.

[He looks up at Leonard, clearly amused, a smirk on his face as he tugs down his pants and wordlessly gives the command for Leonard to lift his hips and play along.] I think given I was a massive drunken asshole yesterday, I owe you a little something. So why don't you just lie back, relax and let me handle this.

[Between this drunken weekend and the whole 'uno in the eye' incident, he kind of owed Leonard a little something.]

[ well. he's certainly not going to say no to that offer.

leonard reaches up and grabs the headboard as he lifts his hips up for mick, clearly showing off that 'fucking handsome' body of his. and, you know, giving mick easier access to all that skin. might as well make it easy for him to do whatever he wants, since it's clearly going to end well for leonard. ]

Don't forget the socks.

[ it's not the sexiest thing he could've said at that moment, but having sex with only socks on feels weird. ]

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