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Obviously, the sane response to being stuck on everything you're currently writing is to give yourself more to do. Obviously. SO!

Imagine all the previous writing meme thingies are in this post. Five Things. Icon/Ficlet. Request a Me. Request a Kiss. Request a Shag. I think there was also a request a snuggle meme, so that too. And the recent

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The first time John made love to Mike, not just fucking because they were hot and young and horny and Mike was a pushy bottom (--switch, Mike insisted, you just prefer to top, which makes me accommodating, not pushy, now put some fucking effort into it you, god, fuck, yes, harder, please--) he crawled into bed with the other man and just held him, tight. Mike flinched, and tensed and then, ever so slowly, relaxed, molding himself against John until there was no space between them.

It wasn't forgiveness. It wasn't benediction. It wasn't even comfort, not really, nor about trust, though John did trust Mike, even now, even after. It was about need. It was about choice, because John was where he chose to be, and so was Mike, and even if they were different places, for different reasons, still, here they were, together. Intersecting.

They moved together, without urgency, warm and slow in the rich, red dark of Mike's fire lit rooms. Fingers trailed and lips drifted across skin. The quiet was almost reverence, the whisper of skin a prayer in some newly sacred space. Soft breath intermingled. They moved together, apart, together again, slick and hot and natural as the tides, as the turn of the Earth and the wheeling of the stars.

After, they stay wrapped in each other, already half-dozing, and when Mike said, little more than a trailing thought, "we still good?" John mumbled a yeah and kissed Mike and held him and pretended he didn't notice the tears.

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The first time John said he loved Mike, he was almost entirely certain Mike was asleep.

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The first time John slept the whole night with Mike, because they both run hot and mostly it was easier just to crash apart than to negotiate space in whatever HQ bed they've grabbed for the duration, he was woken by Toad pounding on the door and yelling, "Rise and shine, kiddies!"

He lifted his head to -- something, tell Toad to fuck off, most probably -- except Mike was already cheerfully calling back, "Don't think, just 'cause I am naked, that I won't come out there and kick your ass!"

"You love my arse," Toad shouted back. "It is firm and green and bouncy. It is the arse of kings!"

"King of the asses, more like," Mike said, in a more reasonable tone.

"I heard that!" Toad's laughter echoed down the corridor.

"I," Mike said, "am going to make you breakfast."

John blinked at him. "Uh. Okay?"

"I can make waffles, probably. Anyway, I've seen other people make waffles, and we totally have one of those machine press thingies, so, really, how hard can it be? I like that you worry about me, John," he said, seriously, "but don't do it too much, okay? Worrying is my job." The grin came back. "And I'm going to add maple syrup. Lots and lots of maple syrup."

John stared. Mike just grinned, stole a kiss, and slipped away. Somewhere between bed and door, he gained a pair of jeans, pausing in the doorway to do the zipper up. He gave John a considering look, and then smiled again.

John sighed. "I don't understand you at all."

"I love you, too." Mike beamed. "Waffles!"

The kitchen ended up only slightly scorched, and by the second bottle of syrup, the waffles were almost edible, so John, as bemused and amused as always, decided to count it as an overall win.

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Me too! XD

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