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There was a new child in the house and Quinn and Flynn hardly noticed. With Quinn finally remembering what Amaris had done to him, thanks to terrifying dreams, and trying to work through it, there hadn't been much time for venturing outside the room. Their house mates probably figured they were up to something slightly naughty, but nothing could have been further from the truth.
"Here." Flynn handed Quinn a mug of instant pumpkin soup. There was a kettle in the room and a few packages of powdered soup mix left over from the days when Flynn had holed himself up in here to care for Quinn. They certainly came in handy now. "That should help." Flynn crawled into bed beside Quinn as he accepted the soup and started blowing across the steaming surface in order to cool it down.
"Thank you." Quinn mumbled, and the second Flynn was settled beside him, Quinn leaned into the other man, letting Flynn's strong body support his. "I'm just too...I don't want to go out."
"I know." Flynn soothed. "It's okay, Quinn. We can stay here as long as...well...the soup holds out." Flynn pointed over to it and Quinn actually chuckled once.
"Yes, but Abby would kill you if she knew you were smoking out the window." Quinn winked with his good eye, which had the effect of making him temporarily blind. "Though I do appreciate the company."
Flynn shrugged. "I promised I'd never smoke in the house and I was leaning way out. So I didn't lie. Not really." Flynn leaned his head forward onto Quinn's shoulder and he kissed Quinn's cheek. "Come on, Bub. Eat your soup."
"It's all steamy still." Quinn protested, though Flynn had guessed accurately that Quinn was stalling for reasons that had nothing to do with the temperature of the soup. "I just...feel kind of ill."
"Which can only be helped by soup." Flynn said wisely. "You haven't eaten." And then quickly, so Quinn wouldn't think he was being pushy, he added, "but you don't have to eat it, I'm just saying!"
Quinn turned and he gave Flynn a cute look. Flynn was all adorable when he was flustered. "You're allowed to say." He soothed. "I just keep...remembering..."
Flynn felt a shudder go through his boyfriend and he bit his lip before gently taking the mug of soup from Quinn's hands. It was still hot and there was plenty of time for Quinn to eat it when it had cooled off. He did it slowly, however, so Quinn had a chance to stop him if he wanted to. Flynn would never take food from his Quinn if Quinn didn't want him to. Quinn didn't stop him and the mug was placed on the bedside table quickly so Flynn could move to kneel in front of his love. "What are you doing?" Quinn asked quietly.
"Trying to make you forget." Flynn said, pulling his shirt over his head. "You did it for me once. Do you remember?" Once Flynn had been so angry and Quinn had distracted him...and now he didn't even remember what he had been angry about, though he certainly remembered the sex. Quinn had that effect on people. Mostly Flynn. And Flynn was hoping his effect was similarly pleasant and distracting.
As it so happened, it was. Quinn smiled up at his boyfriend, the expression coming not easily, but surely anyway definitely spurred on by the sight of Flynn topless. Quinn had been healed weeks ago now, but he and Flynn hadn't done anything more than kissing and cuddling both out of respect for Flynn's recent relationship with Tristan, and Quinn's recovering body. Now was a time for comfort, however, and Flynn had been missing intimacy with Quinn since the middle of May when Quinn left New York while Flynn was still on tour. Hell, he hadn't had intimacy with anyone since then, beyond the intellectual kind. Neither had Quinn, for that matter, but he had been unaware for most of it. "I do remember." Quinn said quietly, and he reached for Flynn's hands.
"So...you want to be distracted?" Flynn asked, because he felt he rather should, considering the circumstances.
"Yes please." Quinn breathed. He had been assaulted by Amaris, yes, but the beating he had received from her far overshadowed the violation and he did know nothing would erase her touch like Flynn's. His movements were still slow, as his muscles hadn't completely recovered, but he was already much better than he had been when Spectre had first healed him. Quinn pulled himself up to his knees as well, and he pulled his shirt over his head. The second he was rid of it, Flynn had pulled him forward to kiss his neck. Quinn let his eyes fall closed at the feeling of Flynn's skin against his, at the feeling of Flynn's lips on his neck.
Flynn knew every inch of Quinn's body as well as he knew his own. Probably better. There was years of history between them and even though they hadn't done anything like this in four months now, it was as if they had never been apart. They both knew what the other one liked. They knew how to bring the other pleasure. It was like a well choreographed and familiar dance that brought you incredible joy every time it was performed. Flynn's loving hands and lips and body made Quinn forget the trauma that had been plaguing him since awakening to find he had lost three months of his life to a semi-vegetative state. Quinn reciprocated every action and Flynn allowed all the pain and fear and grief he had suffered while being separated from Quinn to just slip away.
After it was over, naked and sated, bodies slicked with sweat, the young men lay in bed with looks of absolute contentment on their faces. Flynn turned towards Quinn, and he moved his hand so his fingers brushed against the smooth skin right below Quinn's belly button. It had been a reunion long delayed, but no less welcome for the waiting. "You're beautiful." Flynn informed him, a sweet smile playing across his lips.
"So are you." Quinn said, lazily. "And you're...awesome." Quinn was too blissfully post-coital to come up with anything more suave.
Flynn chuckled and he inched his hand downwards. "I do like to hear good reviews. You're pretty awesome yourself."
"I have no depth perception." Quinn grumbled without any actual gloom behind it. Only having one eye certainly did make sex...interesting... "I almost fucked your ear."
That made Flynn giggle and he leaned forward to kiss Quinn's stomach. "Well, I'm always up for experiments. I'll go get you something to eat now. Real food from the kitchen."
"Naked?" Quinn asked, his eyes widening.
"I was planning to wear a robe." Flynn winked.
"But your hand is nice and there and moving and there's niceness." Quinn protested, a cute little frown on his face.
"I promise more niceness later, Casanova." Flynn leaned forward to plant a lingering kiss on Quinn's lips. "Mmmm. Oh how I promise."
"Mal." Quinn reached out then, making sure Flynn knew he wasn't just weakly protesting, he actually had something to say.
"Yeah?" Flynn stopped moving away. "Everything okay?"
"Yes. Thank you. For distracting me." Quinn smiled and he reached up to run his fingers across Flynn's cheek. "That was exactly what I needed."
"You're welcome. I needed it too." Flynn said honestly. He had spent months taking care of the man he loved most without ever receiving any affection back. And knowing that it would have been returned if Quinn was in the position to do so had been of little comfort. Flynn had wanted to be with Quinn, not...near his shell. The very act of being with Quinn like this again had done much to heal his soul. "I love you, Bub. I'll be right back." He kissed Quinn's forehead and slipped out of bed to find his robe so he could get some food.
"I love you too!" Quinn called out with feeling, and then he covered himself up in case someone else happened to walk in. They didn't need to find him sprawled naked over the mattress, as much as he was content not to move again for a very, very long time.
"Here." Flynn handed Quinn a mug of instant pumpkin soup. There was a kettle in the room and a few packages of powdered soup mix left over from the days when Flynn had holed himself up in here to care for Quinn. They certainly came in handy now. "That should help." Flynn crawled into bed beside Quinn as he accepted the soup and started blowing across the steaming surface in order to cool it down.
"Thank you." Quinn mumbled, and the second Flynn was settled beside him, Quinn leaned into the other man, letting Flynn's strong body support his. "I'm just too...I don't want to go out."
"I know." Flynn soothed. "It's okay, Quinn. We can stay here as long as...well...the soup holds out." Flynn pointed over to it and Quinn actually chuckled once.
"Yes, but Abby would kill you if she knew you were smoking out the window." Quinn winked with his good eye, which had the effect of making him temporarily blind. "Though I do appreciate the company."
Flynn shrugged. "I promised I'd never smoke in the house and I was leaning way out. So I didn't lie. Not really." Flynn leaned his head forward onto Quinn's shoulder and he kissed Quinn's cheek. "Come on, Bub. Eat your soup."
"It's all steamy still." Quinn protested, though Flynn had guessed accurately that Quinn was stalling for reasons that had nothing to do with the temperature of the soup. "I just...feel kind of ill."
"Which can only be helped by soup." Flynn said wisely. "You haven't eaten." And then quickly, so Quinn wouldn't think he was being pushy, he added, "but you don't have to eat it, I'm just saying!"
Quinn turned and he gave Flynn a cute look. Flynn was all adorable when he was flustered. "You're allowed to say." He soothed. "I just keep...remembering..."
Flynn felt a shudder go through his boyfriend and he bit his lip before gently taking the mug of soup from Quinn's hands. It was still hot and there was plenty of time for Quinn to eat it when it had cooled off. He did it slowly, however, so Quinn had a chance to stop him if he wanted to. Flynn would never take food from his Quinn if Quinn didn't want him to. Quinn didn't stop him and the mug was placed on the bedside table quickly so Flynn could move to kneel in front of his love. "What are you doing?" Quinn asked quietly.
"Trying to make you forget." Flynn said, pulling his shirt over his head. "You did it for me once. Do you remember?" Once Flynn had been so angry and Quinn had distracted him...and now he didn't even remember what he had been angry about, though he certainly remembered the sex. Quinn had that effect on people. Mostly Flynn. And Flynn was hoping his effect was similarly pleasant and distracting.
As it so happened, it was. Quinn smiled up at his boyfriend, the expression coming not easily, but surely anyway definitely spurred on by the sight of Flynn topless. Quinn had been healed weeks ago now, but he and Flynn hadn't done anything more than kissing and cuddling both out of respect for Flynn's recent relationship with Tristan, and Quinn's recovering body. Now was a time for comfort, however, and Flynn had been missing intimacy with Quinn since the middle of May when Quinn left New York while Flynn was still on tour. Hell, he hadn't had intimacy with anyone since then, beyond the intellectual kind. Neither had Quinn, for that matter, but he had been unaware for most of it. "I do remember." Quinn said quietly, and he reached for Flynn's hands.
"So...you want to be distracted?" Flynn asked, because he felt he rather should, considering the circumstances.
"Yes please." Quinn breathed. He had been assaulted by Amaris, yes, but the beating he had received from her far overshadowed the violation and he did know nothing would erase her touch like Flynn's. His movements were still slow, as his muscles hadn't completely recovered, but he was already much better than he had been when Spectre had first healed him. Quinn pulled himself up to his knees as well, and he pulled his shirt over his head. The second he was rid of it, Flynn had pulled him forward to kiss his neck. Quinn let his eyes fall closed at the feeling of Flynn's skin against his, at the feeling of Flynn's lips on his neck.
Flynn knew every inch of Quinn's body as well as he knew his own. Probably better. There was years of history between them and even though they hadn't done anything like this in four months now, it was as if they had never been apart. They both knew what the other one liked. They knew how to bring the other pleasure. It was like a well choreographed and familiar dance that brought you incredible joy every time it was performed. Flynn's loving hands and lips and body made Quinn forget the trauma that had been plaguing him since awakening to find he had lost three months of his life to a semi-vegetative state. Quinn reciprocated every action and Flynn allowed all the pain and fear and grief he had suffered while being separated from Quinn to just slip away.
After it was over, naked and sated, bodies slicked with sweat, the young men lay in bed with looks of absolute contentment on their faces. Flynn turned towards Quinn, and he moved his hand so his fingers brushed against the smooth skin right below Quinn's belly button. It had been a reunion long delayed, but no less welcome for the waiting. "You're beautiful." Flynn informed him, a sweet smile playing across his lips.
"So are you." Quinn said, lazily. "And you're...awesome." Quinn was too blissfully post-coital to come up with anything more suave.
Flynn chuckled and he inched his hand downwards. "I do like to hear good reviews. You're pretty awesome yourself."
"I have no depth perception." Quinn grumbled without any actual gloom behind it. Only having one eye certainly did make sex...interesting... "I almost fucked your ear."
That made Flynn giggle and he leaned forward to kiss Quinn's stomach. "Well, I'm always up for experiments. I'll go get you something to eat now. Real food from the kitchen."
"Naked?" Quinn asked, his eyes widening.
"I was planning to wear a robe." Flynn winked.
"But your hand is nice and there and moving and there's niceness." Quinn protested, a cute little frown on his face.
"I promise more niceness later, Casanova." Flynn leaned forward to plant a lingering kiss on Quinn's lips. "Mmmm. Oh how I promise."
"Mal." Quinn reached out then, making sure Flynn knew he wasn't just weakly protesting, he actually had something to say.
"Yeah?" Flynn stopped moving away. "Everything okay?"
"Yes. Thank you. For distracting me." Quinn smiled and he reached up to run his fingers across Flynn's cheek. "That was exactly what I needed."
"You're welcome. I needed it too." Flynn said honestly. He had spent months taking care of the man he loved most without ever receiving any affection back. And knowing that it would have been returned if Quinn was in the position to do so had been of little comfort. Flynn had wanted to be with Quinn, not...near his shell. The very act of being with Quinn like this again had done much to heal his soul. "I love you, Bub. I'll be right back." He kissed Quinn's forehead and slipped out of bed to find his robe so he could get some food.
"I love you too!" Quinn called out with feeling, and then he covered himself up in case someone else happened to walk in. They didn't need to find him sprawled naked over the mattress, as much as he was content not to move again for a very, very long time.
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