Flynn and Quinn Awww they rhyme...:| (Quinn, Spectre, Flynn, Abby?)

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Quinn felt like he was going to vomit. Except that he probably wouldn't. Hopefully. If he did that would be damn embarrassing. He'd seen 'Flynn's' picture on Spectre's LJ and it looked so much like Mal. Like his Mal. And after speaking to Deirdre, and hearing that 'Flynn' said he was from Whitehead, which was where Quinn was from...it was far too much evidence to be a coincidence. Flynn had to be Mal. So Quinn took himself to Flynn's house, shaking all the while, and he raised a hand to knock on the door. Once he'd accomplished that, he mentally willed himself not to vomit or run away. At least not until he knew if it really was Mal or not. God, if it wasn't he was going to feel like a right knob.

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[myeyesarehollow.livejournal.com]

"She made me a burger once. I liked it."

[quinntaessentia.livejournal.com]

At that, Quinn leaned in and he kissed Flynn's cheek lightly. "I'll thank her tomorrow. I was going to say I want to make up for your solitude before I was distracted. I still intend to."

[myeyesarehollow.livejournal.com]

"Quinn?" Flynn asked, trying the name out though it sounded weird in his mouth. "I...I don't...want to be hurt. Again. Uhm...so why don't we just...for now I mean...just be...us? Not define it. Because if it's defined and I get all...hopeful...and then you find out I bore you now or something...I can't...I can't handle that. Turst is...I don't-"

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"Mal." Quinn said soothingly. He gently cupped Flynn's face in his hands. "I can't quite imagine what you've been through for the past six years. I have an inkling, of course. But four months is not six years or even close. I get that this all might seem...too good to be true. And that's okay. I can prove it to you. I can take my time. However long it takes." He'd been waiting to repay Flynn for the care Flynn had taken of him since the day he left him behind. Their experiences since that day had been so vastly different. Quinn had been cared for and loved, he'd been educated. Flynn had been used, abused and though he could take care of himself, he was not good at letting others do it for him. But if anyone could teach him, it was Quinn.

"I will be anything to you that you want me to be. You more than earned that, Mal." Quinn leaned forward again, so his lips were centimeters from Flynn's own.

[myeyesarehollow.livejournal.com]

Quinn had said exactly what Flynn needed to hear. And everything about him, his movements, his voice...all of it was stirring up old memories and feelings long since dormant. The walls he'd built up around his heart were falling away more quickly than he ever would have bargained for. He smiled at Quinn and he licked his lips. He remembered kissing. The first time he'd kissed Quinn, Quinn had been eating a candy cane, and he'd tasted of peppermint. And now every time Flynn tasted peppermint, it reminded him of that first kiss. The butterflies he'd felt in his stomach, and the quickening of his heartbeat. All of it, and he felt that now as he leaned ever closer to Quinn and caught Quinn's lips with his own.

And then they were kissing. And Flynn wrapped his arms around Quinn, and Quinn's fingers found their way in to Flynn's hair, and it wasn't about who was taking care of who anymore. They were taking care of each other. And that was how they both wanted it to be.