gunsforhire | Log: There's No Place Like Home

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!'

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Laughing against York's lips, Sigma tries again, this time reaching a little higher. There are ways, he knows, to communicate without words that he's ready whenever York is.

York gets the message loud and clear and shifts against Sigma again. He's not entirely sure if he's ready to go all the way yet, but he's fine for now and trusts Sigma to slow or stop if he asks for it, like he promised he would before.

This would be a lot more fun if they weren't still in jeans. Sigma doesn't suggest it, though. If York wants to go that far, he knows how to suggest it. For now, Sigma keeps exploring, his toes tracing the contours of York's legs and feet even as their kisses slow on aching lips.

There, this is good. He'd be alright to push a bit further, but if they end up having sex, he'll probably fall asleep afterwards and he still needs to see everyone and settle back in. So he responds happily to Sigma's teasing, arms still wrapped around him, but he doesn't make any moves to take this pants off. Maybe later.

Sigma slips into a pattern, the pressure of the kisses coinciding with the flicker of toes around York's heel and toes. It's something different. Fun, even. And York's sounds suggest he's enjoying it, so he doesn't stop.

Gradually, York gets a sense of the pattern and then its easier to respond and move with him. This is new to both of them, small and simple as it is, but it's kind of cute.

It's kind of ridiculous, really, how swimming makes him want to use his feet more. That may very well be what causes it. Now that York moves with him, he realizes that it doesn't matter. It's all right to explore, even this first time back together. Some things will still be strange.

They're off to a good start.

York has to smile because it's weird, but he's enjoying it nonetheless, and it looks like Sigma is too. And hey, he always said he was open to experimenting. It's just another way of getting the contact they've been starved of. He kisses him again, gently now.

Sigma kisses him back softly. He's getting tired now, coming down from the high as his legs stiffen and his breath shortens and his lips get clumsy. Slow is good now, he thinks. He wraps his legs up in York's and lies still, relishing the proximity.

York slows with him, also tiring, and soon they're curled around each other on the bed, limbs tangled together so that someone walking into the room would have a hard time telling who's arm or leg is who's. Not that they will.

Laying back on the pillow, Sigma looks up into York's eyes. "Welcome back?" he whispers, grinning.

He chuckles softly, nodding. It's been a damn good coming home and he hasn't even seen everyone yet.

He doesn't want to sleep, but he doesn't want to move, either. Just lie there with York, relishing the closeness and the quiet.

In a minute, he'll get up and finish the day, but first, he's going to enjoy cuddle time with his boyfriend without nurses breathing down their necks.

Sigma nuzzles close against his boyfriend's chest, breathing him in. He's so glad to have him back, and have him to himself.

But at the same time, he smells pancakes. That's cheating.

He can feel the rise and fall of Sigma's chest against his own, pulse strong under his fingertips, and he buries his face in the familiar scent of cinnamon, spice and pancakes.

Wait, pancakes?

"You smell it, too?" he asks. Pancakes. How could they miss out on pancakes? Who's cooking? Obviously Maine or Florida.

"I think they missed you, too."

You bet he smells it. Inhaling deply pulls in a wonderful mix of pancakes and Sigma and as mmuch as he wants pancakes, he wants cuddles for just a bit longer and tucks into Sigma for a long moment before raising his head again.

Sigma doesn't mind cuddling for a bit longer, either. He loves having York to himself. Yet he's entirely unsurprised when York peeks up in search of pancakes.

"Want to go get some?" he asks, caressing York's side one last time.

He nods, though he's still comfortably wrapped with his lover. He's at that annoying stage where he wants to get up, but also really doesn't want to have to stop cuddling.

He chuckles against York's chest. "We could always wait for them to find us." At least they have their pants on. "Imagine Wash or Maine or--Florida."

Or Texas.

He sits up and starts scrounging around for his shirt.

They've probably figured it out already, but the threat is enough to get him moving and clearly Sigma scared himself because he's doing the same.

He hesitated on Florida's name, is he alright? The Informant had better not have scared his flame.

Sigma gets his shirt on first, then helps York into his own. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather my sister and her boyfriend not catch us like this. They might get ideas."

York accepts the help gratefully, though it's more fun when Sigma's taking his clothes off than putting them on. He chuckles at the thought, though he'd rather not test it.

Sigma raises an eyebrow. "Should I leave my shoes in here?" he asks. "Is that what you're thinking?"

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