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Paul and Midnighter - Backdated
Midnighter brings up something else he'd like to try with Apollo.
Between training together on JVX and now being on the same squad, thinking of Paul as his chosen codename, Apollo, had come very naturally. It wasn't Midnighter's fucking fault if it fit him so well. The guy was just that fucking gorgeous, and that was that.
Except it wasn't just that. Rooming together had seemed like a good move, and Midnighter still wasn't sure that it wasn't. But the one thing he was certain of was that he wanted Apollo more, the more he saw him. Going into town with Maximoff, and then into the City, had been a good test of his progress in terms of self-control, but the kind of things he wanted to do with Apollo seemed like even more of a challenge.
Not that that would stop him. It just took him a while to assess that he was in a good enough place, when it came to their proximity training, that it was even a possibility.
They'd just called it quits on a spar, and Midnighter was watching Apollo, not so much to make sure he hadn't done any lasting damage (he already knew that he hadn't) but simply because, well, fucking look at him.
"Something I wanted to put to you," he said, before he could talk himself out of it. A slight tear in his shoulder was knitting itself back together, but all of his focus was on Apollo.
"Is this another squad thing?" Paul pushed his hair back from his face where it had clung to the sweat on his forehead, and took a deeper breath. Apparently his muscles still needed oxygen if he was exerting himself, and sparring with Midnighter always meant exerting himself. Rare and great and... yeah, not just physical exertion. "Because between this and Noriko's thing and Angie trying to make me understand computers, I don't think I've got time over."
"Not another squad thing," Midnighter immediately supplied, and stayed where he was. Not getting closer until he knew he was welcome. "An us thing."
"An us thing," Paul echoed, letting his hands drop to his side. Okay, that was... a thing. Maybe the rooming thing wasn't working as well for Midnighter as it was for him. Maybe Midnighter wanted to get other people involved in their sparring sessions. Maybe Paul should shut his own brain up and listen to Midnighter instead. "What kind of us thing?"
"What we said," Midnighter stated, "way back when." But he figured that that might not be as clear to Apollo as it was to him. He didn't like having to say it again, but he wasn't letting that stop him. "About liking each other." Which, yeah, he still did. Like Apollo. A lot. But he let a beat go by, just in case Apollo wanted a way out of this conversation before Midnighter went on.
"Uh huh." Towel. A towel would be a good thing, Paul had forgotten to bring one again, but like hell he was walking away to fetch one or shower when Midnighter was looking like that. Because, yeah, he liked Midnighter. Liked him in unsettling ways that he could mostly forget about when they were sparring, but couldn't push aside completely afterwards.
Uh huh. What the fuck was he supposed to do with an 'uh huh'? Midnighter took in a quiet breath and forced himself to soldier on, no matter how vulnerable he felt saying anything out loud. "Well, I really wanna fucking kiss you."
Paul froze. Whatever he'd expected... hell, he'd definitely never imagined that he might hear that from Midnighter. Still, with Midnighter's senses... Fuck. Midnighter probably even knew. Probably picked up on things like his heartbeat picking up, his body temperature rising, and, uh, other things rising. Gym pants were loose, but not that loose. "Now?"
Midnighter could predict the billion ways any fight could unfold, but when it came to stuff like this, he couldn't predict shit. And of course, that response floored him. Partly because he still couldn't fucking believe that Apollo liked him. So it took him a couple of seconds before he answered, "Whenever. Yeah?" For all that he'd thought of kissing Apollo extensively, he'd never really expected him to agree.
It was Midnighter's uncertainty that made it easier for Paul. If Midnighter was that uneasy, he meant it. It wasn't some kind of wind up, it was genuine. Midnighter. The unapproachable Midnighter, and whatever Paul had done, he needed to know what it was so he could keep on doing it. Not only because Midnighter being any less than certain about anything was weirdly... cute. "Now, or whenever?"
Fuck you, his eyes glared - for making him have to spell all this shit out. "Now," he confirmed shortly. Which made it sound like an order, which really wasn't what he was going for. It didn't mean that he stopped glaring as he added, "If you want to." Like fuck if he was going to be the only one having to fess up to it.
But mostly, he needed to hear it. Needed to hear it to believe it.
"I want to," Paul said quietly. Couldn't quite believe it was something that was actually happening, even potentially, but yeah, he wanted to. Slightly dizzy with actually saying that out loud, a deep breath pulled in to try to reinforce the reality of it, bare toes curling against the mat he was standing on to feel that more strongly. "But, uh. I might not be very good."
"I don't exactly have a lot of experience either," Midnighter dryly retorted. But he was no longer glaring, because. Well. Apollo wanted to. He did step closer, steadily, holding Apollo's gaze. (Fucking beautiful eyes.)
"Do you have any?" Because Paul didn't but he could have kicked himself for asking the moment it escaped. Midnighter might have experience he couldn't remember, and that was a crappy thing to bring up right then.
"Not that I know of," Midnighter answered, stopping just a foot from Apollo. He was way too focused on the present to give a shit about the past.
"So, what you're saying is, you won't know if I suck." And that was oddly reassuring. Paul bit his lip, trying to keep back the smile that wasn't anything to do with mocking, everything to do with a slowly rising joy.
That drew a hint of a smile from Midnighter, corner of his lips twitching up slightly. Nobody got him to relax the way Apollo did. "What I'm saying is, we can figure it the fuck out. Together." And if that last word sounded more like a question than anything else, as he took that one last step to be standing in Apollo's personal space, well - he was fine with that.
At least that one was a question that Paul had an answer to, as much as Midnighter coming in close was an answer to everything, the trust and confidence and control in that movement more than Paul would have expected a month ago, a week ago. "Together," he repeated. "Are you gonna kiss me now, then? Or do I have to kiss you?"
"Let me," Midnighter requested, his voice a little lower than it usually was, for how he was about to kiss Apollo. His heartrate had picked up with nerves, but of course he would go through with it. He wasn't the sort to back down, especially not about something he wanted so damn much.
He could do this. He'd been playing the scenario - it was what it was, what everything was to him - in his mind over and over again, figuring out whether he was actually capable of going through with it. He raised a hand and curled his fingers over Apollo's shoulder, not a grip, not a hold, but contact - both to feel that warmth only he made him feel and have an easy way to shove him away, if needed. Couldn't be too careful, with his brain. He leaned in, looking up at Apollo - he should be used to this by now, with all of their proximity training, but even if he had grown used to it, this was new. This was proximity with intent.
Much as his brain hated it, he closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to Apollo's, forcing himself not to grip his shoulder, not to flip the fuck out about the physical vulnerability of his position, and not to flip the fuck out about the fact that he was kissing Apollo.
Contact that Apollo wasn't going to return, not yet. Not right now, letting Midnighter keep control of how close they were, how much movement they both could have. Same as any other proximity exercise they'd done, not pushing at Midnighter's boundaries more than he could control. Except this wasn't the same as any other exercise. This wasn't the same as any other anything.
Maybe it wasn't the best kiss, technically. But it was Paul's first, and he had a moment of intense gratitude for Midnighter's awareness stopping their noses colliding before he stopped thinking completely. Press of Midnighter's lips against his, softer than any touch they'd ever shared, warmth blooming from the contact startling enough that Apollo broke the kiss without intending to - mostly because he'd lost contact with the ground, floating upwards.
Midnighter took a step back to look even more up at Apollo, hand dropping by his side. "How am I supposed to take that?" he asked, wry humor. Because he didn't know how the fuck else to react, pretty much.
"Compliment?" Paul suggested, self-conscious as he pushed back to the floor. Hadn't meant to do that, definitely felt slightly embarrassed that it had happened, wasn't quite sure what to do next.
"I'm shit at taking compliments," Midnighter bluntly pointed out. Fuck, but he wanted to kiss Apollo again. For a longer time. A lot longer.
"Then I don't know." Paul pushed his hand through his hair again, heat flaring to pink his face. "How do you want to take it?"
"A reason to give it another go," Midnighter replied, his eyes unblinking on Apollo's. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen him blush, and it was hot.
Everything was hot. Paul wouldn't have been surprised if he'd looked down and found his skin glowing with the heat growing inside him, just something to show it spilling over. "Want me to stay on the ground this time, then?"
"If you feel like it," Midnighter agreed, and stepped in close again. When he leaned up for another kiss, hand on Apollo's shoulder again, there was more certainty to it, a firmer press of his lips against Apollo's, hunger simmering just under the surface, as tightly controlled as the scenarios he was refusing to follow.
Paul wasn't anywhere near sure that he wanted to stay on the ground, but he was very sure that he didn't want to break that kiss again. He risked a touch to Midnighter's hip, hand light, and let himself sink into the heat, letting the weight of it pull him down instead of floating up again.
Midnighter's other hand mirrored Apollo's, settling on his hips, yet another point of contact to feel that warmth Midnighter only ever felt when touching him. It was magnified, with that kiss, and the one that followed right on its heels, shifting slightly to find a better angle for it. It was magnified, and seemed to want to spread to all of Midnighter's body. It made it so much easier, ignoring the scenarios to focus on Apollo's lips, shift again slightly for another kiss, and just - honestly, fucking enjoy it.
Enjoyment came with relaxation, with being able to trust that Midnighter had control of his reactions, and Apollo followed that shift to move closer, touch firming and hand moving to Midnighter's back. Didn't care that they were sweaty from sparring, didn't care that they were standing in the gym, because all that Apollo was aware of was Midnighter and each place they touched, the warmth of his lips, still startlingly soft and addictive to the point that when the kiss broke, he immediately leaned in for another.
There had been warmth, but when Apollo leaned in to kiss him, taking the initiative, Midnighter was pretty sure it got upgraded to heat. This was worth the constant surge of scenarios demanding to be acted out, and then some, his hand shifting to the place where Apollo's shoulder met his neck - not to constrict blood or air flow (neither of them was currently breathing, anyway), not to snap, but just to touch, thumb resting on the side of his neck, brushing his jaw. He parted his lips and licked out tentatively at Apollo's, wanting more, now that he had had this much.
Oh, there was more. Odd and new and more, a new lick of heat, strengthening with each heartbeat and feeding a hunger that grew instead of sating. Apollo moved in closer, leaned in against Midnighter, hands tightening. Closer and more and fire burning higher as Apollo parted his lips to return that touch, tongue sliding along Midnighter's lips before touching his tongue, hesitant, light.
Another onslaught of scenarios followed the tightening of Apollo's hold on him, but Midnighter forced himself to ignore it all - and then didn't have to force himself very much at all as their tongues met. After he took a second to get over the initial sensation (and what a fucking sensation), there was nothing light about the way he licked into Paul's mouth, tongue seeking out his for more of that very same fucking thing. Just because he didn't follow through on any of the many scenarios his brain insisted on didn't mean that the aggressiveness was blown out of him; it was just redirected, into that kiss, signifying his hunger for more of it, all of it.
It was probably a good thing that one of them, at least, had some level of confidence. Paul wasn't ignorant, but he was inexperienced. Knew what he wanted, but not how to get it, not how to tell if Midnighter wanted it. Although, he'd spent weeks, months, sparring with Midnighter, learning to read his body, learning how to recognize when Midnighter's mutation was close to taking over, and this... this was all Midnighter, and that was hotter than Paul had ever let himself imagine. He slid his hands down to spread wide over Midnighter's back, groaned softly, blessed the fact he didn't need to breathe, and opened wider, warmer.
Fuck, that heat. Midnighter didn't feel particularly confident; there were just other things to focus on, way better things to focus on, than any self-consciousness he might have felt, so it didn't even come into the picture. His grip had tightened on Apollo's hip - not enough to hurt him, but it would have been enough to hurt a lot of people. It was all Midnighter could do not to shove him up against the nearest wall - which wasn't that near at all, given where they were standing, but they could cover distance a lot quicker than most.
But for all that he wanted more, and was beginning to suspect that he would never get enough of Apollo, he was also enjoying this way too much to want to give in - even if he knew whether Apollo was up for it. The kiss, hard and relentless, was already so much more than he had ever truly expected to get, and his other hand slid down Apollo's chest, traveling over cotton-covered muscles he knew so well, but had never enjoyed quite like this.
Never felt Midnighter touch him like this, never let Midnighter touch him like this. Sparring was about blocking and avoiding and preventing contact as much as aiming to get his own hands on Midnighter, but this was a whole other world, a whole new experience. Paul arched back, pressing in towards Midnighter's hand, and finally broke away from the kiss, running his tongue over his lips, eyes dark as he stared towards Midnighter, wanted to see something, anything that showed how much this was affecting Midnighter, too.
"I, uh. Think we should move this out of the gym?" Somewhere people wouldn't walk in on them, as much as freeing up the gym for anyone else who'd want to use it. In the middle of the night.
Midnighter was quiet for a few long seconds, needed to make sure that he was in control, that he would neither kiss Apollo again nor give in to any of the scenarios his brain kept insisting on, given their proximity and Apollo's hands on him. He could fucking care less about being in the gym, and the slim possibility of being walked in on, but Apollo minded. That he cared about. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice rough in a way it never was. Then he took a couple of steps back, pulling his hands off of Apollo but not quite able to look away.
Not so much the chance of being walked in on as the chance of having to stop if they were, something that was a lot less likely in their own room. At least, as long as the majority of the other students were asleep. Paul took a deep breath, startled by the faint chill where Midnighter's hands weren't touching him any more. Where Midnighter's hands should be touching him. "Skip the shower for tonight, yeah?"
Like Midnighter needed that image in his mind right then, like he hadn't had it often enough in his mind when Apollo was in fact in the shower. "Maybe later," he answered, his voice almost a growl. "Let's go," he added, and forced himself to turn away to do just that, because it was that or stepping back right into Apollo's space and saying fuck-you to anything that wasn't him.
Between training together on JVX and now being on the same squad, thinking of Paul as his chosen codename, Apollo, had come very naturally. It wasn't Midnighter's fucking fault if it fit him so well. The guy was just that fucking gorgeous, and that was that.
Except it wasn't just that. Rooming together had seemed like a good move, and Midnighter still wasn't sure that it wasn't. But the one thing he was certain of was that he wanted Apollo more, the more he saw him. Going into town with Maximoff, and then into the City, had been a good test of his progress in terms of self-control, but the kind of things he wanted to do with Apollo seemed like even more of a challenge.
Not that that would stop him. It just took him a while to assess that he was in a good enough place, when it came to their proximity training, that it was even a possibility.
They'd just called it quits on a spar, and Midnighter was watching Apollo, not so much to make sure he hadn't done any lasting damage (he already knew that he hadn't) but simply because, well, fucking look at him.
"Something I wanted to put to you," he said, before he could talk himself out of it. A slight tear in his shoulder was knitting itself back together, but all of his focus was on Apollo.
"Is this another squad thing?" Paul pushed his hair back from his face where it had clung to the sweat on his forehead, and took a deeper breath. Apparently his muscles still needed oxygen if he was exerting himself, and sparring with Midnighter always meant exerting himself. Rare and great and... yeah, not just physical exertion. "Because between this and Noriko's thing and Angie trying to make me understand computers, I don't think I've got time over."
"Not another squad thing," Midnighter immediately supplied, and stayed where he was. Not getting closer until he knew he was welcome. "An us thing."
"An us thing," Paul echoed, letting his hands drop to his side. Okay, that was... a thing. Maybe the rooming thing wasn't working as well for Midnighter as it was for him. Maybe Midnighter wanted to get other people involved in their sparring sessions. Maybe Paul should shut his own brain up and listen to Midnighter instead. "What kind of us thing?"
"What we said," Midnighter stated, "way back when." But he figured that that might not be as clear to Apollo as it was to him. He didn't like having to say it again, but he wasn't letting that stop him. "About liking each other." Which, yeah, he still did. Like Apollo. A lot. But he let a beat go by, just in case Apollo wanted a way out of this conversation before Midnighter went on.
"Uh huh." Towel. A towel would be a good thing, Paul had forgotten to bring one again, but like hell he was walking away to fetch one or shower when Midnighter was looking like that. Because, yeah, he liked Midnighter. Liked him in unsettling ways that he could mostly forget about when they were sparring, but couldn't push aside completely afterwards.
Uh huh. What the fuck was he supposed to do with an 'uh huh'? Midnighter took in a quiet breath and forced himself to soldier on, no matter how vulnerable he felt saying anything out loud. "Well, I really wanna fucking kiss you."
Paul froze. Whatever he'd expected... hell, he'd definitely never imagined that he might hear that from Midnighter. Still, with Midnighter's senses... Fuck. Midnighter probably even knew. Probably picked up on things like his heartbeat picking up, his body temperature rising, and, uh, other things rising. Gym pants were loose, but not that loose. "Now?"
Midnighter could predict the billion ways any fight could unfold, but when it came to stuff like this, he couldn't predict shit. And of course, that response floored him. Partly because he still couldn't fucking believe that Apollo liked him. So it took him a couple of seconds before he answered, "Whenever. Yeah?" For all that he'd thought of kissing Apollo extensively, he'd never really expected him to agree.
It was Midnighter's uncertainty that made it easier for Paul. If Midnighter was that uneasy, he meant it. It wasn't some kind of wind up, it was genuine. Midnighter. The unapproachable Midnighter, and whatever Paul had done, he needed to know what it was so he could keep on doing it. Not only because Midnighter being any less than certain about anything was weirdly... cute. "Now, or whenever?"
Fuck you, his eyes glared - for making him have to spell all this shit out. "Now," he confirmed shortly. Which made it sound like an order, which really wasn't what he was going for. It didn't mean that he stopped glaring as he added, "If you want to." Like fuck if he was going to be the only one having to fess up to it.
But mostly, he needed to hear it. Needed to hear it to believe it.
"I want to," Paul said quietly. Couldn't quite believe it was something that was actually happening, even potentially, but yeah, he wanted to. Slightly dizzy with actually saying that out loud, a deep breath pulled in to try to reinforce the reality of it, bare toes curling against the mat he was standing on to feel that more strongly. "But, uh. I might not be very good."
"I don't exactly have a lot of experience either," Midnighter dryly retorted. But he was no longer glaring, because. Well. Apollo wanted to. He did step closer, steadily, holding Apollo's gaze. (Fucking beautiful eyes.)
"Do you have any?" Because Paul didn't but he could have kicked himself for asking the moment it escaped. Midnighter might have experience he couldn't remember, and that was a crappy thing to bring up right then.
"Not that I know of," Midnighter answered, stopping just a foot from Apollo. He was way too focused on the present to give a shit about the past.
"So, what you're saying is, you won't know if I suck." And that was oddly reassuring. Paul bit his lip, trying to keep back the smile that wasn't anything to do with mocking, everything to do with a slowly rising joy.
That drew a hint of a smile from Midnighter, corner of his lips twitching up slightly. Nobody got him to relax the way Apollo did. "What I'm saying is, we can figure it the fuck out. Together." And if that last word sounded more like a question than anything else, as he took that one last step to be standing in Apollo's personal space, well - he was fine with that.
At least that one was a question that Paul had an answer to, as much as Midnighter coming in close was an answer to everything, the trust and confidence and control in that movement more than Paul would have expected a month ago, a week ago. "Together," he repeated. "Are you gonna kiss me now, then? Or do I have to kiss you?"
"Let me," Midnighter requested, his voice a little lower than it usually was, for how he was about to kiss Apollo. His heartrate had picked up with nerves, but of course he would go through with it. He wasn't the sort to back down, especially not about something he wanted so damn much.
He could do this. He'd been playing the scenario - it was what it was, what everything was to him - in his mind over and over again, figuring out whether he was actually capable of going through with it. He raised a hand and curled his fingers over Apollo's shoulder, not a grip, not a hold, but contact - both to feel that warmth only he made him feel and have an easy way to shove him away, if needed. Couldn't be too careful, with his brain. He leaned in, looking up at Apollo - he should be used to this by now, with all of their proximity training, but even if he had grown used to it, this was new. This was proximity with intent.
Much as his brain hated it, he closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to Apollo's, forcing himself not to grip his shoulder, not to flip the fuck out about the physical vulnerability of his position, and not to flip the fuck out about the fact that he was kissing Apollo.
Contact that Apollo wasn't going to return, not yet. Not right now, letting Midnighter keep control of how close they were, how much movement they both could have. Same as any other proximity exercise they'd done, not pushing at Midnighter's boundaries more than he could control. Except this wasn't the same as any other exercise. This wasn't the same as any other anything.
Maybe it wasn't the best kiss, technically. But it was Paul's first, and he had a moment of intense gratitude for Midnighter's awareness stopping their noses colliding before he stopped thinking completely. Press of Midnighter's lips against his, softer than any touch they'd ever shared, warmth blooming from the contact startling enough that Apollo broke the kiss without intending to - mostly because he'd lost contact with the ground, floating upwards.
Midnighter took a step back to look even more up at Apollo, hand dropping by his side. "How am I supposed to take that?" he asked, wry humor. Because he didn't know how the fuck else to react, pretty much.
"Compliment?" Paul suggested, self-conscious as he pushed back to the floor. Hadn't meant to do that, definitely felt slightly embarrassed that it had happened, wasn't quite sure what to do next.
"I'm shit at taking compliments," Midnighter bluntly pointed out. Fuck, but he wanted to kiss Apollo again. For a longer time. A lot longer.
"Then I don't know." Paul pushed his hand through his hair again, heat flaring to pink his face. "How do you want to take it?"
"A reason to give it another go," Midnighter replied, his eyes unblinking on Apollo's. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen him blush, and it was hot.
Everything was hot. Paul wouldn't have been surprised if he'd looked down and found his skin glowing with the heat growing inside him, just something to show it spilling over. "Want me to stay on the ground this time, then?"
"If you feel like it," Midnighter agreed, and stepped in close again. When he leaned up for another kiss, hand on Apollo's shoulder again, there was more certainty to it, a firmer press of his lips against Apollo's, hunger simmering just under the surface, as tightly controlled as the scenarios he was refusing to follow.
Paul wasn't anywhere near sure that he wanted to stay on the ground, but he was very sure that he didn't want to break that kiss again. He risked a touch to Midnighter's hip, hand light, and let himself sink into the heat, letting the weight of it pull him down instead of floating up again.
Midnighter's other hand mirrored Apollo's, settling on his hips, yet another point of contact to feel that warmth Midnighter only ever felt when touching him. It was magnified, with that kiss, and the one that followed right on its heels, shifting slightly to find a better angle for it. It was magnified, and seemed to want to spread to all of Midnighter's body. It made it so much easier, ignoring the scenarios to focus on Apollo's lips, shift again slightly for another kiss, and just - honestly, fucking enjoy it.
Enjoyment came with relaxation, with being able to trust that Midnighter had control of his reactions, and Apollo followed that shift to move closer, touch firming and hand moving to Midnighter's back. Didn't care that they were sweaty from sparring, didn't care that they were standing in the gym, because all that Apollo was aware of was Midnighter and each place they touched, the warmth of his lips, still startlingly soft and addictive to the point that when the kiss broke, he immediately leaned in for another.
There had been warmth, but when Apollo leaned in to kiss him, taking the initiative, Midnighter was pretty sure it got upgraded to heat. This was worth the constant surge of scenarios demanding to be acted out, and then some, his hand shifting to the place where Apollo's shoulder met his neck - not to constrict blood or air flow (neither of them was currently breathing, anyway), not to snap, but just to touch, thumb resting on the side of his neck, brushing his jaw. He parted his lips and licked out tentatively at Apollo's, wanting more, now that he had had this much.
Oh, there was more. Odd and new and more, a new lick of heat, strengthening with each heartbeat and feeding a hunger that grew instead of sating. Apollo moved in closer, leaned in against Midnighter, hands tightening. Closer and more and fire burning higher as Apollo parted his lips to return that touch, tongue sliding along Midnighter's lips before touching his tongue, hesitant, light.
Another onslaught of scenarios followed the tightening of Apollo's hold on him, but Midnighter forced himself to ignore it all - and then didn't have to force himself very much at all as their tongues met. After he took a second to get over the initial sensation (and what a fucking sensation), there was nothing light about the way he licked into Paul's mouth, tongue seeking out his for more of that very same fucking thing. Just because he didn't follow through on any of the many scenarios his brain insisted on didn't mean that the aggressiveness was blown out of him; it was just redirected, into that kiss, signifying his hunger for more of it, all of it.
It was probably a good thing that one of them, at least, had some level of confidence. Paul wasn't ignorant, but he was inexperienced. Knew what he wanted, but not how to get it, not how to tell if Midnighter wanted it. Although, he'd spent weeks, months, sparring with Midnighter, learning to read his body, learning how to recognize when Midnighter's mutation was close to taking over, and this... this was all Midnighter, and that was hotter than Paul had ever let himself imagine. He slid his hands down to spread wide over Midnighter's back, groaned softly, blessed the fact he didn't need to breathe, and opened wider, warmer.
Fuck, that heat. Midnighter didn't feel particularly confident; there were just other things to focus on, way better things to focus on, than any self-consciousness he might have felt, so it didn't even come into the picture. His grip had tightened on Apollo's hip - not enough to hurt him, but it would have been enough to hurt a lot of people. It was all Midnighter could do not to shove him up against the nearest wall - which wasn't that near at all, given where they were standing, but they could cover distance a lot quicker than most.
But for all that he wanted more, and was beginning to suspect that he would never get enough of Apollo, he was also enjoying this way too much to want to give in - even if he knew whether Apollo was up for it. The kiss, hard and relentless, was already so much more than he had ever truly expected to get, and his other hand slid down Apollo's chest, traveling over cotton-covered muscles he knew so well, but had never enjoyed quite like this.
Never felt Midnighter touch him like this, never let Midnighter touch him like this. Sparring was about blocking and avoiding and preventing contact as much as aiming to get his own hands on Midnighter, but this was a whole other world, a whole new experience. Paul arched back, pressing in towards Midnighter's hand, and finally broke away from the kiss, running his tongue over his lips, eyes dark as he stared towards Midnighter, wanted to see something, anything that showed how much this was affecting Midnighter, too.
"I, uh. Think we should move this out of the gym?" Somewhere people wouldn't walk in on them, as much as freeing up the gym for anyone else who'd want to use it. In the middle of the night.
Midnighter was quiet for a few long seconds, needed to make sure that he was in control, that he would neither kiss Apollo again nor give in to any of the scenarios his brain kept insisting on, given their proximity and Apollo's hands on him. He could fucking care less about being in the gym, and the slim possibility of being walked in on, but Apollo minded. That he cared about. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice rough in a way it never was. Then he took a couple of steps back, pulling his hands off of Apollo but not quite able to look away.
Not so much the chance of being walked in on as the chance of having to stop if they were, something that was a lot less likely in their own room. At least, as long as the majority of the other students were asleep. Paul took a deep breath, startled by the faint chill where Midnighter's hands weren't touching him any more. Where Midnighter's hands should be touching him. "Skip the shower for tonight, yeah?"
Like Midnighter needed that image in his mind right then, like he hadn't had it often enough in his mind when Apollo was in fact in the shower. "Maybe later," he answered, his voice almost a growl. "Let's go," he added, and forced himself to turn away to do just that, because it was that or stepping back right into Apollo's space and saying fuck-you to anything that wasn't him.
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All Jennies. :D :D :D
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LOL! We need to thread them btw. It has been too long since Caius tried to convince Mid they're friends.
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