darker_london | Oh my favourite boys... (Flynn, Quinn)

Being the professional musician of the two, it wasn't often that Flynn came upon his husband playing music. Indeed, when he came home and heard someone on the piano in their music room, Flynn assumed it was Adrina playing a fairly simple song. While Quinn was good at playing the piano, Adrina was amazing at it.

When he walked in to find his husband's fingers plying the keys, Flynn grinned widely. "I haven't seen you play in so long!"

Quinn laughed and he stopped playing, turning around to wave at his husband. "I can't lie, I was playing in the hopes that you'd come home and hop on up onto the lid and lie across it, sexy like."

Flynn chuckled and he went to kiss his husband in greeting. "If I do that to Adrina's piano, she'll cut my cock off and you'll be sad."

Quinn made a face that let Flynn know he would indeed be sad if Flynn were cockless. "Let's not do that then!" Quinn jumped up and he gave Flynn a tight hug. "How was the recording studio?"

"Great," Flynn said into Quinn's shoulder. "Really good. And how was working on your thesis."

"Repetitive, but I did get to work in a joke about Socrates that hopefully the assessor will get," Quinn said, pulling back. "Don't worry, I won't tell it to you."

"Thank you!" Flynn breathed out. Quinn's jokes made him feel guilty he didn't get them. But he was a logical person and he didn't understand philosophy at all. It all seemed mighty fanciful to him. He much preferred to look at what was in front of him and get on with it rather than thing about why he felt that way.

"You're very welcome. I'm glad recording is grand. Did you eat?"

Flynn nodded and then he looped his arms around Quinn's back, settling them into the curve of his spine. "I have a surprise."

Quinn's eyes lit up. He loved surprises. "What is it? OOH! Did you get a scooter too so we can ride around together like some kind of gay scooter gang?"

Flynn arched one eyebrow at Quinn and he didn't even dignify that with an answer, which Quinn thought was even funnier than if he had. "There's a conference thing for...some band type doodad and Spectre wants to go and he wants me to as well."

"Clearly he thought you should go because you're well informed," Quinn quipped.

"Shhh. So it's in Greece and I asked him if you could come too and he said yes. So you can see that Pathething."

"The Parthenon!" Quinn gasped, lighting up like a Christmas tree. "Mal! Mal, really?!"

"Yes, really. If I was lying, that'd be a dick move."

Quinn snorted and then he kissed Flynn all over is face. "Oh, Mal, thank you! Thank you so much! I can't wait to go!"

Flynn grinned while Quinn planted kisses all over his cheeks and forehead. "We'll be in Athens but there will be time to take a few day trips as well. It's a four day conference but we have the thing booked for five days and one of the days in the middle Spectre said I didn't need to go to."

"I don't even care that you have no idea what the conference is about," Quinn beamed. "You're wonderful. Best husband ever."

"Well, no," Flynn admitted, referring to the time he had sort of fled the city for several months. "But I'm working on it."

"Mal," Quin put his hands on either side of Flynn's face, which made Flynn's stomach flutter in a pleasing way. It was nice that his husband could still make him feel like that. "You are the best husband ever. Even without Greece trips. I'm serious. I love you, bub."

"I love you too," Flynn replied, kissing Quinn easily. "Will you play me a song?"

"I'll play you two!" Quinn said, only letting go of his husband to dart over to the piano so he could play for him.