Log: There's No Place Like Home

[depthlesslock]

Who: Agent York, anyone at base
What: Coming home at last
Where: For Hire base
When: Sunday 8/9 midday
Warnings: None

There's no place like home, York thinks as he grins up at the building he's been away from for almost exactly two months. It hasn't changed at all, not that he'd expected it to, but the familiarity makes him smile so wide it almost hurts his face.

Sure, he's wheelchair bound and will be until he can get the strength back into his legs, but he's finally home and will soon be back among his friends. Plus he knows the medics here, so the care will be with people he's familiar with and who are familiar with him and that will make things a hell of a lot easier.

He's wheeled up to the door where he insists on letting himself in, tapping in the codes he's known for years and thanking God for the hundredth time that the bullet to his head didn't damage his motor functions. Learning to deal with only having one eye had been hard, recovering his speech is going to be just as tricky. Having to relearn how to move, how to use his hands would have been beyond torture.

The door swings open and he's pushed inside, grinning even at the plain hallway while he takes his helmet - his own helmet, finally returned to him that morning - off and holds it in his lap. He's been practicing with Obi for this.

'I'mm o- h-ho~ome!'

Comments

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma hums in response. He relaxes and lets his hands trail lower along York's spine. How hard would it be to slip this shirt out of the way entirely? He's missed this, and everything else he never dared to do with York in the hospital.

[depthlesslock]

Those warm fingers haven't changed a bit and York arches into them, practically craving the touch. His tongue brushes against Sigma's lips in hope.

[ambitious_muse]

Fanning his fingers along York's back, Sigma brings his hand forward so his thumbs trace the front of his stomach. He wants to know every inch of his boyfriend's skin again.

The tongue at his lips is a pleasant surprise. Sigma sucks at it briefly, teasingly, to see how York responds.

[depthlesslock]

York shifts to follow the contact, his own hands running down Sigma's back, tracing his shoulder blades through his t-shirt.

At the tease, he presses forwards, chasing Sigma's tongue back into his mouth.

[ambitious_muse]

And there are the hands he loves. Sigma moans softly and melts into the touch. He runs his tongue along York's in quiet encouragement.

[depthlesslock]

York holds him closer as he goes lax, hands never stopping, hi's missed this, missed him too much. His tongue explores Sigma's mouth, relearning it and seeking out the spots he remembers make his lover moan and shiver.

[ambitious_muse]

Those hands are on his spine. Sigma gasps, shuddering at the heat that floods through him. More. That's all he wants. Their ankles entangle at the foot of the bed and Sigma just can't get close enough to the man he loves.

[depthlesslock]

A smile between them and York slips his hands under Sigma's shirt to brush over his skin, following his spine, the curve of his shoulder blades, up to the back of his neck and down again. And all the while their lips stay together, tongues playing and he loves it.

[ambitious_muse]

That's it. He's had enough of clothes. It's difficult, pulling up York's shirt while trying not to break the kiss, but hopefully it's enough that he gets the hint.

[depthlesslock]

Once he realises what Sigma's trying to do and opens his eyes to seehis expression, he can't help but chuckle, though he doesn't hesitate to let go so Sigma can get his t-shirt.

[ambitious_muse]

"Little trickier than a hospital gown," Sigma says. He's not satisfied until they're both bare-chested and he can kiss the hollow of York's trapezius.

[depthlesslock]

Yeah, well unlike the hospital gown, t-shirts aren't used for the sole purpose of being easy to remove. He grins, regardless, raising one eyebrow at his boyfriend and cuddling back up for more, a sigh leaving him at the kiss.

[ambitious_muse]

He likes the sigh, but it's not quite as fun as kissing York's lips. Sigma leans up for more. His hands follow York's ribs, fingers teasing across that wonderful skin. He could see York's still-healing scars if he wanted to, but he's far more interested in watching his boyfriend's face.

[depthlesslock]

York near mewls at the gentle but certain way Sigma's hands brush across his skin, tracing patterns in fire that make him shudder and try to press into those fingers, looking for more.

[ambitious_muse]

Oh, this is so much easier now that he doesn't have to fight York's shirt. Kissing him gently, he spreads his fingers across York's side and caresses him down to the waist of his jeans.

[depthlesslock]

It should not be possible to turn someone into a gooey pile of nerves so quickly, but Sigma has managed it and York doesn't even care, kissing him back, eyes closed and shuddering lightly with the touch.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma's hands linger at York's waist, then circle back up along his spine. Everything is slow and easy and gentle. He thought he knew how badly he missed this. Now he realized he had no idea.

[depthlesslock]

This is a good pace. Honestly, York isn't sure he could take much faster yet, though it won't be long. But this, right now, realearning each other and just celebrating being actually able to do this again; it's perfect.

[ambitious_muse]

He traces idle patterns against York's back, occasionally pressing deeper to see how his boyfriend responds. York has definitely lost muscle definition after his time in his coma. Sigma wonders how his own body has changed, thanks to his training. Not that he begrudges York the loss. It'll come back. He loves this body completely and trusts it to bring back his boyfriend's speech and strength.

[depthlesslock]

York hums at each press, his breath catching, but not enough to get him out of breath. He's well aware that after physical therapy, he's still got a long way to go before he's back in the shape he was in before, but right now, he can't bring himself to care.

Meanwhile, his own hands are tracing lines on Sigma that are more defined than they used to be. He's still wiry, but there's strength beginning to build up now.

[ambitious_muse]

York's hands trace the contours of new muscles. Sigma is too excited at the touch to be proud of himself. Those wonderful fingers follow his obliques and reach the small of his back, setting him shuddering in York's arms enough that his own hands hesitate.

[depthlesslock]

Encouraged by Sigma's reactions, York keeps up his ministrations, one hand moving from his back to trace the lean muscles in his arms. That will be the swimming, most likely. And damn, if it isn't good. He's almost too distracted by his own exploration to notice Sigma's hands have slowed.

[ambitious_muse]

He hums at the touch on his arms. Had he realized how strong he has become? York certainly makes him feel stronger. He kisses his boyfriend softly, helpless and relishing it.

[depthlesslock]

Oh yes, he's enjoying this. For a moment, he deepens the kiss, trying to pour the love he can't voice into it. Soon.

[ambitious_muse]

It's all Sigma can do to kiss him back. To hold on. To not be overwhelmed by the emotions and the love and the excitement of it all.