darker_london | Gay Love! (Quinn, Flynn)

Paris was beautiful. But Quinn was more beautiful. Flynn hadn't expected his presence there at all. Even as Deirdre rabbited on and on about how Renee and Kait were coming to visit and she'd insisted that he come with her to meet them at the airport...he had just thought she was being nice and seeking to include him. He liked Renee and Kait. They were his friends. But the smile had not left his face since he'd seen Quinn walking with them, smiling his own slightly lopsided smile.

Rather than go sightseeing with the girls, Quinn and Flynn went immediately back to Flynn's hotel room. It was there that they fell in to bed with one another, desperate to enjoy each other's bodies. And then, when they were sated, they lay in bed together, legs entangled. It was Quinn who spoke first, kissing Flynn's head on his shoulder. "So...how've you been?" He asked.

Flynn laughed at the question coming now. "Well. There was a bit of weirdness. With Thomas and Spectre. But I think it's over for now." He kissed Quinn's chest and sighed happily.

"And Fable and Hamish?"

"Content to keep to the shadows, mostly." Flynn said flatly. "Which is just fine with me. They talked to Deirdre. She didn't hate them. Fable's good at what she does."

"She is that." Quinn chewed on his lip for a moment and then he looked down at Flynn, which was hard because Flynn was quite close, really. "But Deirdre doesn't buy her crap, right?"

"Nah. Too smart for that. I do worry though. Not that she'll buy in to it. But that Fable'll do something to her for not buying in to it."

Quinn glanced up at the ceiling and he rubbed his hands down Flynn's back. "I wouldn't worry too much about that, Mal. Deirdre's...I'm not sure how to put it. But she's really strong. She can take care of herself. And all her friends are always going to her for help and things...I think she'd incredibly easy to underestimate. Kind of like Fable, really."

"Fable may have met her match?" Flynn said cutely, causing Quinn to giggle. "I did notice the...people going to Deirdre for things. Spectre does it too. Sometimes it's like she's his bodyguard, which is weird. Normally that's a...me sort of thing."

"You are so much more than a bodyguard." Quinn said, slipping down so he was level with Flynn's face. He kissed his cheek and smiled. "So is Deirdre, of course."

"Of course." Flynn watched Quinn for a moment and then he said, "So, are we caught up now?"

Quinn chuckled. "I think so."

"Good then." And he disappeared under the covers and for a moment, Quinn wondered where he was going. And then a rather pleasurable sensation made it's way up his spine and Quinn moaned lightly. Right. That's where Flynn was going.