darker_london | Avoidance (Flynn, Quinn)

Flynn was in a cute mood, thanks to actually catching some dreamless sleep (and he was grateful for sleeping pills...) and he had awoken early to make Quinn breakfast in bed so they could spend time together before Quinn went off to study for the day. When Flynn re-entered their bedroom from the kitchen, he was carrying a tray, laden with eggs and sausage and tomatoes and toast. Everything Quinn loved for breakfast. And orange juice because that had vitamin C and that was just good sense when everyone around you was coming down with pneumonia.

Quinn was awake when Flynn returned, though the smell of food would have woken him if he hadn't been. "Whoa...someone was busy..."

"Someone loves you." Flynn winked and he climbed on the bed with the tray so he could settle it across Quinn's chest.

"Mal...I can't eat all this myself..." Quinn said, staring at it.

"No you bloody well can't!" Flynn squeaked and he grabbed a sausage protectively. "Some is mine! Greedy feck." And then Flynn took a huge bite of the sausage and chewed with a faux upset look on his face.

Quinn laughed and he gazed at Flynn fondly. "Thank you for this, Mal. This is really sweet. Is...there an occasion I'm forgetting about?"

"I love you." Flynn kissed Quinn's forehead, his breath smelling sausagey. "Which is all the excuse I need, really!"

"You're wonderful." Quinn kissed Flynn's nose and he grinned at him.

"If you don't eat it, I'm going to steal it from you and eat it myself." Flynn said, amused. And at that, Quinn dug in and Flynn proceeded to eat off of Quinn's plate because that's what he did. Then he made sure Quinn had orange juice and and when they were finished, he moved the tray aside.

"When are you going in, Bub?" Flynn asked, as he clearly had more in mind than just breakfast in bed.

Quinn's face darkened and he shrugged a little, refusing to look Flynn in the eye. "I uhm...might just take the day off today."

"Oh..." Flynn settled himself down at Quinn's side, on his stomach, and he lifted his hand to Quinn's cheek. "Why?"

"I just feel like a break, that's all."

If Quinn considered studying anything other than the best thing ever, Flynn could believe he wanted a break. But studying was what Quinn did when he had breaks. He loved it. And Flynn wasn't buying it. But he also knew that if Quinn had a problem he wanted Flynn to know about, he would tell him. So Flynn didn't press the issue. "I know that's a load of tripe, but you don't have to explain. Whatever's wrong, I'll do my best to make you feel better, okay?"

Quinn smiled slowly, completey soothed by the fact that Flynn was being so very Flynn about this. "Thank you, Mal."

"Sure. Now take your clothes off, breakfast wasn't free, Mister!"

Quinn's mouth rounded in a fake surprised look. "Are you insinuating that I should pay you with my body?! I can't believe this! Don't you objectify me!"

"Ah, but it's about time I was on the other side of one of those deals..." Flynn winked.

"You're half-cracked, you know that, Bub?" Quinn asked, suddenly serious.

"Yep! Strip!"

"As you wish." Quinn grinned. Staying home wasn't such a bad deal after all!!