darker_london | Eamon the Knockless (Quinn, Flynn, Quinn's family) (Reply)

Even though Flynn wasn't as nervous as he had been about meeting Quinn's family, that didn't mean he was completely better. He was still very withdrawn. Especially around Quinn's cousin, Eamon. Quinn considered Eamon like a brother, and indeed, he introduced him as this. Flynn shook his hand shyly and he squeaked when Eamon drew Flynn into a bone crushing hug, considering the handshake to be sissy stuff. "So nice to meet you finally, Mal. Flynn? Flynn. Nice to meet you Flynn."

Flynn blushed, but he smiled despite that. "Thank you..."

Quinn's parents bustled out and Bob picked up their suitcases. "Good to see you, Boys! I'll go put this in Quinn's room!" He hurried off as Quinn's Aunt Maree approached them both, pinching cheeks and tummies and lamenting their thinness as she did to Quinn every time he came home.

"Oh goodness, Quinn, your weight."

"I'm fine, Mum." Quinn said, rolling his eyes good-naturedly to Flynn.

"He's fine, Mum!" Eamon repeated. "You should let Booster out before he busts loose there..."

Quinn nodded and he leaned down, releasing Booster from the cat carrier. Immediately he shot off to rediscover the house he hadn't lived in in quite a few years. Quinn straightened up as his uncle reappeared. He curled his fingers around Flynn's hand. "Come on, I'll show you my room."

Flynn blushed, but absolutely no one made an inappropriate remark, or protested that in the least. And he was led to Quinn's bedroom without a second word. It was nice. To see where Quinn had lived after they'd parted ways six years ago. Flynn was shocked to see pictures of him there, hanging on the walls. Pictures of fifteen year old him, smiling back at him inanely. "I'm on your wall!"

"Of course you are, Mal." Quinn circled round until he was in front of Flynn, and he placed his hands on Flynn's hips. "Of course you are."

"Wow..." Flynn glanced at the bed and then at the desk. It was different than his dorm room. This had been 16-year-old Quinn's domicile, and was thus, from a very different time. A very different Quinn. There were drawings scattered about. Most of them unpleasant. Depressing poetry books were all over, as well as books from authors like Poe. Flynn pointed at them. "You like Poe?"

"Ah well..." Quinn turned red. "I do, yes. But that was...I was rather depressed. And being slightly arch about it." He said, looking self-conscious. "Wearing lots of black and listening to depressing music and the like. Pushing the stereotype that makes all the people who are actually goths look bad...much to my shame. That wasn't what I intended..."

"You were depressed?" Flynn asked, worriedly.

"Mal...I was in love with you. You sent me away and for all I knew, you were out there starving to death in a frozen gutter...of course I was depressed. It started in Whitehead of course. And then there were the threats and my parents there couldn't deal with any of it so they sent me here. And gradually I pulled out of it. Stopping being incredibly stereotypical. I still like Poe though. And Plath. But I find Plato is more to my taste. Things were fine. I was happy. Mostly." Quinn reached up to run his fingers through Flynn's hair. "Completely, now."

Flynn looked a trifle sheepish, and yet completely pleased that Quinn was happy now. With him. "So I shouldn't find myself plagued with retroactive guilt then?"

"If you do, you'll find yourself plagued with retroactive spankings!" Quinn said, his eyes twinkling.

"Somehow...I'm not so worried about them..." Flynn reached out, pulling Quinn flush against him and Quinn let out a soft noise of arousal because Flynn was very rarely the instigator of these things, at least lately. Most likely because they'd only had a handful of chances to be alone together since reuniting and Quinn did understand that Flynn was dealing with more than a handful of issues. But when Flynn did instigate it, Quinn found it beyond sexy. "I think you're beautiful, you know?" Flynn asked. "And I love being here. Surrounded by you and your past. That is beautiful too. Even if it wasn't always happy. It's all you."

Quinn was momentarily speechless. When Flynn bared his soul like that, completely uncensored and openly trusting, it often had the ability to render him without words which was quite a feat, really. Quinn knew Flynn had walls upon walls upon walls set up around himself for protection. And while they'd worked through quite a few of them, some still remained. And it made each time Flynn opened up, all the more precious. "I do know, Mal. You show me that. With everything you do. And I think you are beautiful too." He leaned up, standing on his tiptoes because Flynn was slightly taller than he was, and he kissed Flynn deeply, wrapping his arms tightly around him, sliding one hand up in to Flynn's messy hair.

And then the door opened. Eamon grinned widely when he found them kissing. "Hah! Mum says get your arse downstairs so she can make it fat. I'll just tell her you're snogging hardcore, then?" He said with a chuckle, and he left them alone, closing the door behind him, though they heard him giggling all the way down the hall.

Quinn flushed and he bit his lip cutely, smiling at Flynn. "He's not a knocker."

"At least we weren't shagging..." Flynn offered, actually feeling glad that Eamon had walked in. Because he hadn't threatened them. He hadn't been disgusted. He'd been happy and jovial about it. He wasn't going to hurt Quinn for being with Flynn. And that was something Flynn was still deeply afraid of.

Quinn snorted. "Ah my Mal. You do have a point. Let's go then. Let my mum feed us before she goes in to a tizzy. And then we can do that shagging thing. With the door locked."

"Sounds like a plan!" Flynn said happily, holding his hand once again in to Quinn's, set to follow him downstairs. He would follow Quinn anywhere.