darker_london | New Lyrics (Quinn/Flynn)

Being back in London meant Flynn and Quinn had time alone together. They were finally at Quinn's house, as he felt he should probably stay there at least once now that he had a nice place to live. And Booster was probably lonely... They had had a nice dinner with Victor and Autumn, but left them to their own devices to retire to Quinn's room.

Flynn was in one corner of the room humming riffs to himself and writing down tablature when he thought he found something worthwhile for Spectre to hear. Not that he had thought to bring his bass with him so he could play said riffs, but Flynn learned and played by ear anything. You could get the same thing out of humming.

Quinn looked up after a particularly interesting little spiel and he grinned. "I liked that one," he said from his spot on the bed. "It was sad without being maudlin."

Flynn chuckled. "Well, if you put it that way..." And he quickly wrote down some chords. "Remember when you used to write lyrics for me."

"Of course. I don't know if I could do that now."

Flynn looked up at him as he wrote down 'E minor'. "Why not?"

"I don't know. I'm not the same person I was then. I mean I am the same person. I guess I just had more inside me that needed expressing and I didn't have any other outlet."

Flynn put his pen down and he moved over to the bed to sit beside Quinn. Quietly he closed the book Quinn had been studying from, and Quinn didn't protest. "You have other means of expression now?"

"Of course. I have friends. I have people who don't hate me. Hell, having people who like me for me is an anomaly if you consider what things were like in Whitehead. I have my essays and my studying. I have you. I always had you, but...it's different now. Better. There's no secrecy involved. No hiding. No guilt. And no having the crap beaten out of me for being with you. And that was all before running away. I could try. If you wanted me to. Do you want me to?"

"That wasn't why I asked." Flynn leaned in and he kissed Quinn's cheek. "I just wanted to make sure is all."

"That's my Mal." Quinn grinned. "You're different to, you know?"

Flynn raised his eyebrows. "Uhm...bad?"

"No!" Quinn shook his head and then he sat up so he could face Flynn fully. "Mal, of course not! Good! You're happier. I remember when seeing you smile was cause for celebration because it happened maybe once a month. And I remember you saying about 5 words to anyone that wasn't me total, and calling it a conversation. I remember you being terrified that anyone would find out about your past. I knew the you underneath all those walls you built up, but no one else did. They do now, and it's gorgeous. You are gorgeous. I love seeing you be friends with so many wonderful people. Julian, Spectre, Renee, Timothy, Deirdre. I love it. And you."

"I love you too. And...seeing you be friends with people. I also think it's funny when the thought of seeing Renee's breasts breaks your brains."

"They would go on forever!" Quinn squeaked and Flynn giggled. "Those are some good breasts..."

"Yes." Flynn agreed. "They certainly are."

Quinn bit his lip and he looked over at Flynn then, being all sexy and cute without even meaning to be. That was probably the sexiest thing about Flynn. That he was charming and he had absolutely no idea. There wasn't a vain cell in Flynn's body. "God you're sexy." He moved forward a little, reaching out to cup Flynn's face in one hand.

Flynn's eyes flicked up to meet Quinn's. "I...am? I mean...you are. You too.

"You must be getting quite impatient with me..." Quinn commented softly, but he edged closer again before Flynn could counter the comment.

"Quinn..." Flynn looked concerned then, because Quinn hadn't seemed interested in sex for about three weeks, and now they had an explanation as to why. But Flynn didn't want Quinn to rush into anything it looked like they were abut to rush into. He covered Quinn's hand with his own. "Quinn, are you feeling better?"

"A lot better, yes. Not all the way. I'll get there." And then he leaned forward to kiss Flynn, but Flynn backed up slightly. "Mal?"

"Uhm..." Flynn closed his eyes and he reached out to hold Quinn's sides just above his hips. When he opened his eyes again, they were full of apology. "Quinn, you don't have to do this for me."

"What?"

"You don't have to...I am not impatient with you." Flynn shook his head. "I would never be impatient with you."

"I just meant that we haven't slept together in a while."

"You were sick. You are sick." Flynn reminded Quinn, kissing the other boy's hand so he wouldn't think Flynn wasn't interested.

"But you're not!" Quinn was quick to point out.

"That's...true. Quinn, have you felt that I've been pressuring you?"

"Of course not. I just...sort of figured-"

"The thing I want most in this world is to be with you." Flynn stated outright. "That's it. Sex is part of it, yeah. But that's not all it is. And in order for me to be with you, you sort of...have to be here to be with. Which means you have to be healthy."

"It was just a side-effect." Quinn said guiltily. "Having no sex drive. It was just a side-effect and that's it. And then Renee was all...bearing of the breasts and yeah...no more side-effects...and I felt bad because there you were waiting and I saw boobs and-"

"Quinn. If you want to have sex with me, I would love to. But do it for you, alright?" Flynn said, finally conceding to kiss Quinn's lips gently. "I don't mind that you were turned on by boobs, okay? They're nice. And I'm glad that you could feel it again. Really." And he was absolutely sincere about it.

"You aren't jealous? That I was turned on by the boobs?"

Flynn chuckled. "That just means you're a guy who isn't 100% gay is all." He said with a smile. "Renee is gorgeous, you'd have to be blind or gay not to be. Of course I'm not jealous." Flynn didn't have a jealous cell in his body really either. He'd given up on all that after being one of the angriest teenagers on the face of the planet. It was going to get him nowhere. Here was much better than nowhere.

"Do you know you're a Golden God?" Quinn said with a little grin.

"You could write me lyrics!" Flynn winked. "Hey..." He leaned in to kiss Quinn's neck gently and then he nuzzled against Quinn's cheek. "I love you. Do you really feel completely ready to have sex yet? Because there is no rush."

"I...I don't know..."

"That sounds like a no to me, Bub." Flynn ran his fingers through Quinn's hair. "We have time. I'm not going to disappear. Or get angry with you."

"You haven't had sex for three weeks!"

"There are worse fates." Flynn winked. "Lots of them. Come on. I'll strip bare arse naked and you can cuddle me while I read to you. Sound sexy?"

Quinn grinned. "Very. Will you read Plato?"

"Oh, Baby, talk dirty to me!" Flynn said in a fake-sultry voice as he headed for Quinn's desk and his stash of Plato that Flynn knew lay within.