Take A Chance

[depthlesslock]

Who: Agent York (Native) and Sigma Ai
What: Time together
Where: York's safe house
When: Wednesday early afternoon
Warnings: Possible adult situations

York's got his green coat and helmet on as he drives down the road to pick Sigma up. Not that he thinks there's a secret agent at the uni looking for weaknesses amongst the For Hires and therefore could use Sigma against him if they're seen together. ...Well there might be. In any case, he's not going to take the risk so green it is. Maybe they'll think he's Delta if they don't get too close.

He pulls up outside the campus in the main parking lot just as the first students are trickling out. Turning off the engine and turning down the music, he gets out to wait for his boyfriend, humming happily and grinning as he scans the crowds, waving once he spots Sigma.

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[ambitious_muse]

Sigma hums back, too caught up trying to process everything to vocalize properly. There, he did it. He knew he had fallen in love with someone incredible, but this--what York has done for him, with him--is something else entirely. He would be quite content to lie here in York's arms and bask in this happiness forever.

[depthlesslock]

A small sound of amusement is all York can be bothered to make. He hugs Sigma a little closer, enjoying how good of a little spoon the other man makes. They'll have to get up and probably shower at some point, but honestly he can't muster the energy yet. 'Y'good?' he asks, the words mumbled and slurred in his haze.

[ambitious_muse]

"Very," he whispers. That's a good word for it. Short but full of meaning.

He leans back against York, enjoying the warmth between them. (He'll have to take note of this later. For science.) York's knees press against the back of his legs and he grins at the contact.

[depthlesslock]

'Good.' He kisses the back of his neck and head before settling again in the sheets with a sigh of content. Hopefully Sigma's family don't need him back any time soon because York certainly isn't prepared to let go and disentangle them yet.

[ambitious_muse]

He hums again at the kiss. "You?" Sigma can't imagine him being anything other than good, judging by the kisses, but he wants to be sure. He tips his head back to listen to either an answer or the sound of York's soft breathing. Their fingers are linked over his stomach; Sigma uses his free hand to draw idle patterns on the back of York's hand.

[depthlesslock]

'Worn out, sated and very, very happy,' he sums up with a small laugh which is barely more than blowing a bit more air out of his nose. He tucks Sigma against him and closes his eyes, feeling the soft patterns being doodled into the back of his hand.

[ambitious_muse]

Sated. There's another good word for it. He doesn't feel particularly new or different, just. . . full. More whole. It's strange, but in a good way, one that he would happily explore again.

"I'm glad I can make you happy," he says. His fingers keep moving even when York's soft laugh tickles the hair on the back of his neck, making him shiver.

[depthlesslock]

'Oh, you make me very happy, Sigma,' he murmurs into the soft tufts of hair at the base of his neck, hoping to get another shiver out of him.

He does so love seeing and hearing the effects he has on his boyfriend, from small shivers like this to the wrecked mess he made him while they were having sex. Knowing that he can make Sigma react like that, enjoy the small or big actions like that gives him a certain kind of thrill.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma shudders again but laughs it off. "You certainly enjoyed all my embarrassing noises."

They could never have done this without the safehouse. If they had tried at the base or (even worse) at home, they never would have heard the end of it.

[depthlesslock]

'You bet I did,' he agrees, grinning widely. 'And I fully intend to draw more out of you some time.'

Sigma was vocal, which York had taken great pleasure in and the sex had taken longer than he'd anticipated because he kept going back to make Sigma gasp or moan.

[ambitious_muse]

"I'll see what I can do." Not that he really had any control over it. He just reacted. This was all so new that he never knew what to expect.

[depthlesslock]

'I think it's more likely that you'll see what I can do. To you.' He kisses his neck again. 'You react so beautifully.'

[ambitious_muse]

"Well, you--you give so much to react to."

Eloquent. He's still fogged from the sex but certainly not unhappy about it.

[depthlesslock]

York chuckles at his fumble and squeezes him for a moment. 'You're adorable. And I love that I can do all that for you.'

[ambitious_muse]

"I love it too," he says. "And you. I love you."

[depthlesslock]

'Love you too.' He shifts, forcing himself up onto one elbow so he can bend over and kiss Sigma.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma slips into the space where York had been so that he can be more easily kissed. Adjusting his position makes their legs rub together, an intimate reminder of sex that makes him blush.

[depthlesslock]

A flush of red makes York pull back to see the blush growing across Sigma's face. Shaking his head and grinning, he dives back in, kissing him between each word. 'You. Are so. Fucking. Gorgeous. When you blush.'

[ambitious_muse]

Laughing, Sigma tries to catch him in each kiss. "You love my blushes and my sounds. If only I could please you with something that I actually have control over."

[depthlesslock]

York kisses him one more time and then pulls back, holding himself above him and meeting his gaze. 'You do,' he says. 'I love how smart you are. I love that you can keep up with my flirting. I love the way you laugh and that look you get when you're taking care of the twins. I love how you're always up for fun, games and pranks, that I can suggest pretty much anything and you'll be willing to give it a try. I love you, Sigma, the bits you can control and the bits you can't.'

[ambitious_muse]

Well, now he's blushing even more. "You're so clever and so quick," he says, hoping to turn this around. "Your hands, your mouth, your mind. I love that you always know the right thing to say. I love that look you get when you're about to tease because you're not trying to mean, you're showing you care and I--"

He needs to say so much more but it's all rushing out at once.

[depthlesslock]

York cuts off the hesitation with a kiss, locking their lips together and effectively stopping the fumble for words. He's heard enough, said enough. He loves this man so much.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma sighs into the kiss. This works too, he supposes. He reaches his free hand around York's shoulders to pull him down, enjoying the bare and sweat-marked skin beneath his fingertips.

[depthlesslock]

York winces at the unexpected flare of pain across his shoulders. It's not bad, but it catches him by surprise. He hasn't hurt himself there, he's sure of it.

[ambitious_muse]

"York? Are you all right?"

This can't be good. He's done something wrong, possibly ruining this for both of them.