just_1_word | 9.7. Morning
9.7. Morning
Co-written with dontdotricks
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Warm arms circled around Remy’s waist and he glanced over his shoulder to offer his lover a faint smile. “You should be sleeping, mon amour,” he said and rubbed his palm against Flynn’s arm. “And you shouldn’t be out in the cold.”
“Don’t you be trying to passive aggressively lecture me, hot stuff,” Flynn returned with a laugh. “If anyone should be out of the cold, it’s you. I really need to pull the clingy boyfriend routine and have a go at you for all this smoking alone. Don’t you know a smoke is better shared?”
Remy smirked. “A smoke shared is a smoke halved, ami,” he pointed out, but offered the half-spent cigarette to his lover anyway. He glanced back at Flynn again, the smoke balancing expertly between his fingers. “Did I wake you?”
“Maybe a little. I would have preferred if you had personally woken me. Is now the right time to bring up the nightmares with you? I left it a good three weeks. You’ve got to give me credit for that,” Flynn said with a laugh. He kept his arms wrapped affectionately around Remy’s waist and kissed the side of his neck.
“There isn’t much to discuss, amour. It’s normal, apparently. I’m sorry they’re a bother to you. I’ve been thinking of shifting into the other room while it’s happening anyway,” Remy admitted, softly clearing his throat and turning back to look at the rooftops.
Flynn pressed his lips together. “Is it just the nightmares making you feel that way or the other little issue you’ve been stressing over?” he asked, taking the cigarette from Remy again.
“Non, not particularly. It would only be temporary, okay? Until I can get some help with my subconscious mind that is setting into overdrive when I fall asleep. Now? Here? Awake? It doesn’t feel like there is anything wrong, but clearly there is,” Remy explained and ran his tongue over his lips to wet them. “Lachlan and I are going to start some counselling sessions in the New Year. He has his hands full for the moment. Patrick has taken ill and been admitted to Sinai.”
“Fuck,” Flynn swore. “Seriously? What’s the matter with him? He was definitely a lot of fun on the holiday.”
Remy nodded. “Multiple Sclerosis. I didn’t realise he was ill in anyway, but we solely had Mexico to go on. I thought we could drop by and visit at some point. Take some flowers,” he said and finished the cigarette, leaning stiffly to stub it out in the crystal ash tray on the table nearby.
“Fuck, definitely. Of course. Shit… I had no idea. He’s so young…” Flynn trailed off. Of course, he was young, too, when he had to face cancer full on. It must carry the same weight knowing you were going to have a disease like MS for the rest of your life when you find out you have it in your prime. “Did you have a good time with your friend? What did you call him? Pyro? Are you serious? Does that mean he likes to light fires as a hobby?”
Remy smirked and his stomach bounced a little under Flynn’s hand with a snort of laughter. “Oui. That’s definitely what he likes doing. And I wouldn’t exactly say he was a friend,” he said, not really sure what he would label John as in his life. Enemy wasn’t even particularly accurate because away from the X-Men, Remy held no ill-will against him.
“No? But you spent the whole afternoon with him,” Flynn pointed out. “You must at least like the guy’s company.”
This just amused Remy more. “Even that is probably an inaccurate description. We went to school together. He’s a mutant with the ability to manipulate fire, hence his code name. We got up to a lot of shit together at Xaviers in the old days. Us and a small bunch of others. Then he… moved on, so to speak. And I remained with the X-Men. I hadn’t seen him in a long time.”
“Catching up is always good. So, he’s an old school friend. Still a friend,” Flynn reasoned and sought Remy’s cigarette packet from his pocket to help himself.
“Non, chere. He’s my opposition,” Remy corrected. “Friendship isn’t particularly a label that could ever fit for that reason. We’re what we are and we work how we do.”
Flynn’s nose scrunched up as he tried to clarify what Remy was saying. He was doing that talking in puzzles thing again he did so well. It always whooshed right over Flynn’s head. Maddy had the Cajun speak down a little better than he did. Hopefully he’d be able to connect the dots easier one day. “Opposition in what?”
“Everything.” Remy shrugged. “He’s a member of the Brotherhood. The organisation who had me shot in Iraq.”
Flynn jumped back with a horrified screech of, “WHAT?!” He shot around Remy to come stand in front of him. “I don’t want you to have anything to fucking do with the bastard!”
Remy took Flynn’s hands in his. “It’s complicated, mon chere. He was not involved and does not agree with the decisions that came about. That is enough for me. He has done nothing for me to feel he’s a danger to me. In fact, it was nice to catch up with him. You need to trust me on this. What I do, none of it is safe. That’s how it goes.” He gave a small nod for emphasis, his red eyes holding Flynn’s chocolate ones. He brought Flynn’s hand up to his lips and kissed it.
“I feel like such a pansy compared to you,” Flynn finally laughed, even if he was apprehensive about Remy’s not-friend, not-acquaintance, opposition, not-enemy type person. “But I love you.”
Remy lips curled into a smirk at Flynn’s knuckles. “Je t'aime aussi, mon amour.”
Madison James [canmakeufeel], Lachlan Campbell [drcampbell], Patrick Preston [sexyinscrubs] & Pyro [realnamepyro] referenced with permission
Word Count | 980
Co-written with dontdotricks
[Follows THIS]
Warm arms circled around Remy’s waist and he glanced over his shoulder to offer his lover a faint smile. “You should be sleeping, mon amour,” he said and rubbed his palm against Flynn’s arm. “And you shouldn’t be out in the cold.”
“Don’t you be trying to passive aggressively lecture me, hot stuff,” Flynn returned with a laugh. “If anyone should be out of the cold, it’s you. I really need to pull the clingy boyfriend routine and have a go at you for all this smoking alone. Don’t you know a smoke is better shared?”
Remy smirked. “A smoke shared is a smoke halved, ami,” he pointed out, but offered the half-spent cigarette to his lover anyway. He glanced back at Flynn again, the smoke balancing expertly between his fingers. “Did I wake you?”
“Maybe a little. I would have preferred if you had personally woken me. Is now the right time to bring up the nightmares with you? I left it a good three weeks. You’ve got to give me credit for that,” Flynn said with a laugh. He kept his arms wrapped affectionately around Remy’s waist and kissed the side of his neck.
“There isn’t much to discuss, amour. It’s normal, apparently. I’m sorry they’re a bother to you. I’ve been thinking of shifting into the other room while it’s happening anyway,” Remy admitted, softly clearing his throat and turning back to look at the rooftops.
Flynn pressed his lips together. “Is it just the nightmares making you feel that way or the other little issue you’ve been stressing over?” he asked, taking the cigarette from Remy again.
“Non, not particularly. It would only be temporary, okay? Until I can get some help with my subconscious mind that is setting into overdrive when I fall asleep. Now? Here? Awake? It doesn’t feel like there is anything wrong, but clearly there is,” Remy explained and ran his tongue over his lips to wet them. “Lachlan and I are going to start some counselling sessions in the New Year. He has his hands full for the moment. Patrick has taken ill and been admitted to Sinai.”
“Fuck,” Flynn swore. “Seriously? What’s the matter with him? He was definitely a lot of fun on the holiday.”
Remy nodded. “Multiple Sclerosis. I didn’t realise he was ill in anyway, but we solely had Mexico to go on. I thought we could drop by and visit at some point. Take some flowers,” he said and finished the cigarette, leaning stiffly to stub it out in the crystal ash tray on the table nearby.
“Fuck, definitely. Of course. Shit… I had no idea. He’s so young…” Flynn trailed off. Of course, he was young, too, when he had to face cancer full on. It must carry the same weight knowing you were going to have a disease like MS for the rest of your life when you find out you have it in your prime. “Did you have a good time with your friend? What did you call him? Pyro? Are you serious? Does that mean he likes to light fires as a hobby?”
Remy smirked and his stomach bounced a little under Flynn’s hand with a snort of laughter. “Oui. That’s definitely what he likes doing. And I wouldn’t exactly say he was a friend,” he said, not really sure what he would label John as in his life. Enemy wasn’t even particularly accurate because away from the X-Men, Remy held no ill-will against him.
“No? But you spent the whole afternoon with him,” Flynn pointed out. “You must at least like the guy’s company.”
This just amused Remy more. “Even that is probably an inaccurate description. We went to school together. He’s a mutant with the ability to manipulate fire, hence his code name. We got up to a lot of shit together at Xaviers in the old days. Us and a small bunch of others. Then he… moved on, so to speak. And I remained with the X-Men. I hadn’t seen him in a long time.”
“Catching up is always good. So, he’s an old school friend. Still a friend,” Flynn reasoned and sought Remy’s cigarette packet from his pocket to help himself.
“Non, chere. He’s my opposition,” Remy corrected. “Friendship isn’t particularly a label that could ever fit for that reason. We’re what we are and we work how we do.”
Flynn’s nose scrunched up as he tried to clarify what Remy was saying. He was doing that talking in puzzles thing again he did so well. It always whooshed right over Flynn’s head. Maddy had the Cajun speak down a little better than he did. Hopefully he’d be able to connect the dots easier one day. “Opposition in what?”
“Everything.” Remy shrugged. “He’s a member of the Brotherhood. The organisation who had me shot in Iraq.”
Flynn jumped back with a horrified screech of, “WHAT?!” He shot around Remy to come stand in front of him. “I don’t want you to have anything to fucking do with the bastard!”
Remy took Flynn’s hands in his. “It’s complicated, mon chere. He was not involved and does not agree with the decisions that came about. That is enough for me. He has done nothing for me to feel he’s a danger to me. In fact, it was nice to catch up with him. You need to trust me on this. What I do, none of it is safe. That’s how it goes.” He gave a small nod for emphasis, his red eyes holding Flynn’s chocolate ones. He brought Flynn’s hand up to his lips and kissed it.
“I feel like such a pansy compared to you,” Flynn finally laughed, even if he was apprehensive about Remy’s not-friend, not-acquaintance, opposition, not-enemy type person. “But I love you.”
Remy lips curled into a smirk at Flynn’s knuckles. “Je t'aime aussi, mon amour.”
Madison James [canmakeufeel], Lachlan Campbell [drcampbell], Patrick Preston [sexyinscrubs] & Pyro [realnamepyro] referenced with permission
Word Count | 980