We good?
Author: wanderingsmith
nov 21, 2015
Summary: There'd been a time he'd have made
himself shrug off any particular thought on that
hug.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd
be daft enough to pay me for this. As it is thought,
so let it be said; you make the toys, I play with
'em..
Once the song started winding down, Barney shifted
slightly, and the arm dropped from Lee's shoulders as
casually as it'd landed there, and they both wordlessly
made their way to a couple free chairs next to Toll.
There'd been a time he'd have made himself shrug off any
particular thought on that hug. Wouldn't even have
allowed himself to focus on it enough to come up with a
rationale for it; just to be sure he didn't give
anything away.
But his heart was still hard enough from the last couple
months that he was thinking about it without bothering
to give himself shit. Thinking. And thinking that
feeling Barney's shoulder brushing his every time he
raised his bottle to drink was way too fucking familiar.
The acres of space on Barney's other side where the man
could shift to avoid the continuous contact: not
remotely surprising him.
He could hear the low tone of Toll's voice besides him,
quiet and serious and aimed at Ceasar and Tool off to
the side, ignoring Lee and Barney's appearance. He
glanced at Barney out the corner of his eyes, feeling
the frown on his own face as he did it, unsurprised to
find him scoping the crowd with drooping eyes: half
distractedly, half always looking for trouble. Looking
for all the world as though everything was fine and he
was relaxed.. except that his shoulder was pressed tight
enough against Lee's that he could feel the tension in
it.
Faker.
Lee looked out at the people himself. He could let it
slide. Barney could be awkward sometimes, especially
when shit touched him in good ways. And this damn mess
had *hurt* him; in too damn many ways.
Or.. he could push. The bastard admitted he'd missed
Lee, for fuck's sake. Lee deliberately unclenched his
jaw; he didn't like the memory of the lonely grief he'd
seen that day. Hell with it.
He shifted back just enough to get his arm up and over.
Deliberately blanked his face and hoped his voice would
obey, and turned his head just enough to catch Barney's
widened eyes flying to him from out the corner of *his*
eyes, "So. We're good?"
He heard the hint of shake in the quiet words and tried
to make up for the tell by taking a forcibly casual, and
*careful*, swig of beer, sending his eyes sweeping
across the floor as though he wasn't completely focused
on the rock-stiffness of the shoulder his hand was
strictly laying on. No curling around or stroking, just-
And he made *himself * loosen up, realizing he was just
as tense himself, and that was a worse bloody tell!
He could feel the tails of Barney's slowly growing-out
hair whisper over his bare forearm as he slowly turned
his head back away from staring at Lee.
He'd feel more exposed for shivering if he didn't feel
the shake in Barney's arm as he raised his bottle,
borrowing Lee's casual-faking move.
"We're good."
Quiet and not remotely convinced-sounding to Lee's
experienced ears. Man wasn't denying he'd messed them
up; at least not in his own language.
This time Lee really did relax, and let his hand slowly
curl across the top of Barney's shoulder, picturing the
wings of ink that'd surround his fingertips if Barney's
shirts weren't between him and skin. And though he was
giving a warning, he knew he was closer to smiling than
glaring as he glanced at his friend again, "Not gonna
pull that shit again, right?"
When familiar dark eyes turned to him, this time, he
didn't avoid them. Stared back at something like the
uncharacteristic confused worry from quiet moments on
the way to that damn compound. 'Come on, Barney, you
just gotta meet me halfway, here.' He damn well knew
what Lee was talking about.
And whatever the touching was about, Lee damn well
wanted that promise or they were gonna have *another*
damn argument until Barney gave the fuck *in*!
But he was just as glad to finally see the man nod slow,
worried frown replacing most of the confusion; but still
that nod was there. Still staring back at Lee, he
muttered reluctantly, "Won't.. push you away again."
It took a few seconds, but Lee knew he was grinning;
crazy reassurance shivering through his chest. Hadn't
really thought he'd get words. Hadn't thought words
would mean so much. Tugged at the joint between Barney's
neck and shoulder to instinctively bring him closer.
Not thinking until their noses just about crashed
together. Fraction of a second to take stock that Barney
wasn't jerking back in any disgust, and Lee thought
'Fuck it all' and tilted his head just enough that his
lips brushed against Barney's
(holycrapthiswasn'thappening!).
Couldn't have lasted that long, he was sure, even though
he completely lost track when his brain shut down; just
feeling.
Was more chaste than he'd kissed anyone since he was
nine.
Which made it kinda embarrassing that he was breathing
harder than he did after a five mile run by the time the
pounding in his chest distracted him and he pulled back
in confusion. His wide eyes dropped away from the
equally wide ones staring at him at the sound of a
quickly-stifled moan of complaint, locking instead on
the now-parted lips he'd just- Jesus *fuck* that was too
damn good for just kissing! And he wanted more, wanted
*in*-
This time he stayed aware as he leaned in to meet the
mouth rising to meet his, met the rough, calloused hand
coming to cup the side of his head. The noise of the bar
vanished as a wide fingertip slid across his ear and
what did Barney drink tonight that had had mint??
Bossy. Even kissing he tried to control things! And Lee
grinned as he fought back, as usual; not for one second
letting up the dirty-dance with a tongue way wider than
he was used to dealing with. He barely caught his beer
as he fumbled it onto the table before turning fully
toward Barney, free hand reaching for the collar of his
shirt.
He couldn't reach that hand far enough, couldn't press
his mouth hard enough, couldn't get the angle to bite
and was on his feet and straddling Barney's lap without
a second thought.
Approving grunt reverberating under his hand and he
faintly heard another glass bottle fumble at the table
as he slowly closed his teeth on skin that suddenly felt
silky under the stroke of his tongue, letting his weight
rest on rock-hard thighs under his ass with full
confidence. Searing hot, damp skin under his fingertips,
soft hair under the other hand, sweet smell of familiar
cigar wafting close around him, displacing the bar's
reek.
When Barney's now-free hand landed on his ass and tugged
him closer, Lee was distracted enough that he lost the
upper hand and shuddered helplessly at the possessive
slick slide into his mouth. When his unpleasantly
imprisoned cock was pulled into more heat and stiff
flesh, he outright moaned-
"Hey! Come on boys, wrong place!"
The quick but hard smack at his shoulder was as good as
a bucket of ice water and Lee jerked back, breathing
hard and eyes wide as he stared down at Barney. Holy
shit.
The hand holding his ass wasn't in any more of a rush to
let him go than he was to force himself up, regardless
of the awareness that there was a tableful of friends
definitely staring at them. And a bar crowd that
probably wasn't far behind.
Didn't care and couldn't care. Stuck on the lust pulling
tight inside as he kept staring at swollen lips, torn
between wanting to go back to biting and sucking.. or
slide his cock right between them and come so fucking
hard he could lick his semen off that chin-
"Lee! On your feet; Barney, let him go."
The hand that had slid halfway to the back of his head
tightened, Barney's expression sharpening out of the
same desire that'd ridden Lee, and replaced by worlds
more familiar fierce stubbornness and familiar growl,
though Lee didn't usually feel it vibrate against his
own chest, " *Not* letting go."
AN:So
I was just going to jot down a couple ideas I'd had
during the day.. and then the second idea was
writing itself out in full sentences and paragraphs
and I kinda stopped and blinked at it and thought,
'oh. I guess we're not programming to night, then?'
Hence why this is kinda whipped off a little
un-refined... yeah. sorry about that.
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