notrosecolored | Duplicity Contact Post

He listens, doesn't add a word in edgewise, simply chases the touch Scott gives him on the bride of his nose, like a starving dog. He does know Grayson, and he was very professional when he strangled him and broke his nose at a public party. Maybe he'll have to lean a little harder on the guy.

What Midnighter ends up with may not be what Scott expects to hear, or an answer at all. But he heard.

"Kiss me." Propped up on his elbows he can't get any closer to Scott, he would if he could.

Scott doesn't expect any verbal acknowledgement, much less agreement. He does expect to be heard, and he's pretty clear on that.

Really is surprised by 'kiss me', though. He lifts his eyebrows for a moment, but just uses that same hand Mid was chasing to curl around Mid's jaw, leans down and slowly, thoroughly, and with a complete lack of violence (but not absence of demand) kisses him.

It's exactly what Midnighter wants. Both hands cup the man's face to keep him right where he wants him, taking pleasure in the unhurried press of Scott's lips. He licks into his mouth without expectation of further escalation, just this slow swap of touch, of care, and of words that don't have to be uttered. Midnighter may do better communicating like this, but it doesn't have to be sex. He just... needs to be close to people. Physically.

And when they naturally part for a fresh breath and a little space, he tells Scott, "You're a good friend."

Scott half expects Midnighter to try to escalate back to sex, just as an evasion tactic. That not happening is a surprise, but a pleasant one. Physicality isn't as great as telepathy for communication, but it is a damn sight better than Scott trying to use words.

"I tried to get him to kill me not long before I showed up here; I'm not a good friend; you've got two months to find your own contract. If you haven't, I'm adding you to my collection of self-destructive chaos machines." THere's... a smile there, though.

"Didn't say you were a perfect friend, or a great friend," Midnighter mumbles against Scott's cheek before he places a kiss at the corner of his nose, just above his mouth. Friendship for them shouldn't be defined the same way a gaggle of middle school kids would. Midnighter has stood in the way of many friends thinking he knew what was best. His own ex has tried to kill him before. It's different when you're different.

"What, you collect us like Pokemon? You Ash Ketchum? Or maybe Brock..." He considers it. "Brock."

Yeah. He's Brock.

"No."

He kisses Midnighter's temple and then sort of shoves him to lay back down again, and stretches out on top of Mid light some kind of (very warm) living blanket.

"And you're lucky I know what Pokemon are." Nevermind Brock. That one's beyond him.

Duplicity Contact Post

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject