darker_london | Of Baths and Scruffiness (Flynn, Quinn)

"You're scruffy." Flynn remarked bluntly, crawling forward to rub his forehead against Quinn's chin.

"I think it makes me look rugged." Quinn said, reaching up to feel his whiskery face. "My hand shakes too much when I try to shave and I'm afraid I'll slit my jugular or something..."

Flynn looked up at Quinn, his expression quite endearing. "You won't slit your jugular with a safety razor. Besides, I could do it. I kept you all shaved for three months."

"Oh right..." Quinn glanced down at his boyfriend and he gave him a look of defeat. "The things you don't realise other people will have had to take care of..."

"It was just me." Flynn soothed. "And...Katia and Abby, but everything...potentially sensitive, I did."

Quinn pulled himself up a little in bed and he looked at Flynn seriously. "How in the world did you handle giving me sponge baths without copping a feel?" There was hidden amusement behind the words, but Flynn wasn't as whimsical about them as Quinn was.

"You...weren't you." He answered softly. "You're sexy, yeah. But you weren't my Quinn any more. I need all of you. It wasn't all of you."

"And I'm all of me now? Even one eye down?" Quinn asked, feeling self-conscious.

"You are perfect." Flynn informed him, kissing Quinn's chest sweetly. "I promise you I think you're as perfect today as I did three months ago. Six years ago. Every day since I first met you." Flynn looked up and he smiled easily. "How could I not?"

Quinn felt himself swoon. Only one person could make him feel quite so loved. He grinned like a dork and he buried his hands in Flynn's hair. "I love you." He said simply. "And I don't want to shave yet."

"You're going for a Harrison Ford, dashing rogue look?" Flynn asked with a grin. "I approve! You can wear your fedora and we'll get you a whip!"

"Who's to say I don't have one already, Baby." Quinn winked with his glass eye, which felt very strange...

"Hah! Minx."

"Yeah...speaking of." Quinn leaned down to kiss Flynn's head. "How about one of those sponge baths?"

Flynn grinned devilishly. "You're on. I'll use bubbles! Oh! And the little scrubby thing I bought with a hippo head!!"

"Mal, somehow...that's not as sexy as I was hoping-" Quinn mused, but Flynn had already jumped up from the bed to dash into the bathroom. All Quinn could do was laugh. There was no one quite like his Flynn.