Coming Home

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They were home. The ride back to the prison had been a quiet one, with Mick drifting in and out of a doze while his partner took the wheel. Every so often a bump would jostle Mick awake, prompting a disoriented look around before remembering. He was himself again. Legs and all.

In the privacy of their own place, touch comes easier. Len helps him back to his cell and Mick leans into it, takes the help without having to put on any airs that he can handle being ripped apart and remade yet again. But there's a relief at being able to move only two feet and have a far easier time with his overall center of gravity that somehow made it all worthwhile.

He needs a hot shower and sleep. What he wants, on the other hand, is something more intimate. He wants to reach out, to touch and to see if his partner intended to make good on the promise behind that kiss they'd shared weeks ago.

As Mick levers himself down onto his bed, he catches Len's wrist before he can leave or find something else that he has to attend to.

"Stay."

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Len helps his weary partner to his cell with every intention of leaving him so he can rest for a bit. But as he turns away he feels a calloused hand wrap around his wrist. For as strong as Mick can be, his grip feels small somehow. He glances to him as he begs him to stay. It's just the pair of them at the prison and for the longest time they'd sort of dodged around anything resembling feelings. Micks been through a lot. He's survived a lot more. But even being put through the induction wasn't nearly as horrible as being ripped apart and turned into a monster, only to be ripped apart again to be fixed back to himself.

So Len stays. He sits on the cot next to his partner to be a source of comfort, though he doesn't have much of a clue how. He glances to those normally strong hands, or the way they tremble a little and he slips his slender fingers into them. He weaves them together to give him an anchor. It's a simple and small gesture but between them, it means a lot. It's a rare thing they wouldn't show anyone.

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The way their fingers thread together helps, gives Mick something positive to focus on. His partner, restored to life and given back to him.

But Mick has also suffered enough. Killed, returned as a ghost, ripped apart and turned into a monster only to be ripped apart again and there's only so much a man can take and bear on his own. He needs more if he's going to get through this. He needs his partner and the comfort of touch.

They're alone which means he can show his vulnerability without fear.

Mick shifts closer to his partner, needing to feel the warm weight of him pressed in against his side.

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Len is surprised when Mick shifts closer, burrowing in against his side in a moment of weakness and need for comfort. He hesitates, caught a little off guard at the gesture. He'll shift with him and wrap an arm around broad shoulders to pull him in closer. He tips his head to rest against his brow and lift his free hand to cradle the side of his warm, sleek skull. He holds the other for a moment, closing his eyes and just breathing with him, hoping to give him peace and stability, to give him a feeling of being safe and home. He caresses long, gentle fingers down his jaw, following the line of his cheek and soothing as much of his hurt as he can.

He's not sure what sort of words he can offer him in this moment. "It's okay. You're okay now. It's over."

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He shouldn't need a moment like this, he should be stronger. But Mick is simply too damned tired to care. He needs it. A few moments to lean against his partner, to borrow some of his strength to bolster his own when it flags.

Naturally his partner can't sit in the quiet for more than a minute before he needs to talk and Mick's huff in reply is nothing but fond as he turns his head to catch his lips. "Shut up Lenny. Ain't gotta say anything." He simply has to be there with him.

That's all Mick has ever needed.

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The kiss is definitely enough to steal his breath away. He wasn't going to say much else anyway, it's pretty clear he's not used to giving words of comfort to begin with. He lets a few heartbeats worth of silence stretch between them before he tips his head to return a kiss of his own, moving slow and easy, savoring the moment. They're together, alone, and Mick is back to normal. It's better now that there aren't bars between them, thats for sure.

He breaks, eyes closed, foreheads pressed together as he catches his breath and fights the urge to take this further. It's not a good time. Mick is still recovering, but it'll be the first time in a long time it's just the two of them at the prison.

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The kiss is slow and warm, exactly what Mick needs to calm the uneasy buzz in the back of his mind. His partner. When Len breaks the kiss, he can't stop himself, chasing after his lips for another moment of closeness.

No one else is there - Frost is still with Sara and Jess, Barry is gone, it's just the two of them Mick is tired of waiting. He should be resting, but what he wants is the sure feel of Len's hands on him, chasing away the memories of agony with care and heat. "Don't stop," he murmurs against his lips.

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Len's brows furrow as his lips are captured with something hungry and desperate. He'll push back into it, tilting his head and giving his all until Mick mutters those words against his lips. He keeps kissing him, feeling like his lungs are burning, not just from the lack of oxygen but the heat of Mick's mouth and tongue ravishing his own.

"You...need to rest." He manages breathlessly, blue eyes looking into those dark, heated pits. He's wanted this for some time and as far as opportunity goes this is the best even if Mick needs time to recover. Maybe if he wears him out he can sleep better. Give his mind something good to latch onto. So despite his own words, or the way he hesitates briefly, fighting with himself and wanting to be selfish, he'll dive right back in, cupping Micks face as he consumes him.

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"Don't care," he pants against his lips. He can rest later. They've waited so long for this, to do more than simply touch and taste one another. Mick is ready to argue when Len surges forward, kissing him again. As they kiss, there's the usual odd struggle of tearing off clothes without breaking contact. It's awkward and there are a few thrown elbows, but nothing hard enough to deter them now that they've begun.

Mick has waited too damned long for this. His hands rest on his partner's hips, just tugging at the waistband of his underwear. "Lenny." He needs him. More than he can ever find the words to convey to his partner - living without him had been a nightmare on the Waverider and he intends to hold on to every moment they have in this pocket dimension for as long as he can.

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It was almost like when they were younger, struggling together with their urges, desperate for release and heat. There's fumbling and it's sloppy and reckless, but they pull the clothes off one another, ripping shirts, popping buttons and damn near breaking zippers to get pants off. All while blindly making out and barely breaking for air.

He finally lays back on the cot, panting, over-heated and aching. Mick just has a damned way of making almost too hot to stand it. He lifts his hips when the other tugs at the last of his clothes, pulling his underwear off of slender hips while sweetly begging for it in the sound of his name.

He'd died. He'd lost Mick over and over again. He'd regretting not acting on things sooner. Sure, even as teenagers they experimented, fooling around well into their 20s breaking off and coming back. As they got older it calmed down. He and Mick never really took it all the way, it was always sort of heated and lost in the moment. Mick often buried his lust in women. There was mixed signals. A quick hand job, an occasional blow job, all hands and teeth and lips and tongue and fire and ice. It came and went. It raged in them but neither ever got that far. It was usually Len that said no.

Having sex with Mick was too much like having a relationship with him. They both wanted each other, but neither were willing to give in to their feelings towards one another. What if it became more than blind lust and the excitement of a good score? What if it became more than just enjoying the victory and getting drunk and sloppy together? At the time, he couldn't risk complicating things between them. They were partners. He needed Mick's head in the game. He need HIS head in the game. He couldn't risk what connection they had by complicating it with sex.

He regretted it. He regretted never telling Mick the truth and giving him what they both so clearly wanted from one another. He still didn't want to complicate things with feelings, but after dying, he felt like he missed so much by not complicating things. By not trying. By not feeling. He's fixing that. He's making amends and doing all the things he wished he'd done before he died. Right here, right now while he could still have it. Before the inevitable happened and Sara and Mick went home to save everyone without him.

He runs his long fingers over that close shaved head and massages them into his skin. He'll worry his bottom lip as he's laid bare, watching his partner and debating just how he wants this to go. After a moment he'll sit up pushing Mick onto his back so he can throw long legs around his waist and straddle him. He spreads his hands over that broad chest, caressing up over his collarbones and back down his belly. He shifts his clothes off his waist, pulling them down to mid thigh so his cock can stand free and tall.

He'll turn, flipping around so his knees are on either side of Mick's head and his cock hangs in his face. In the mean time he tosses a bottle of lube at him and bows his head to plunge that cock into his mouth. Mick's still recovering, like hell Len was going to let him do anything too strenuous, so he's prepared to do most of the topping this time, but Mick can make use of his hands and mouth awhile.

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He'd lost so much back home. Lost his best friend. His partner. Every time they came together it was Len that put the brakes on things and Mick never pushed it, never argued. And now he's realizing that maybe he should have. He should have fought for what he wanted. Maybe shown him that he was worth fighting for, worth wanting.

They were both cowards in that regard. Fighting for Len would have been an admission of his feelings and that was something neither of them were comfortable with. So they didn't. There were quick handjobs in dark rooms, hungry rutting in an alley or a safehouse, but that was it. Never more than that.

Hands are quick and eager, tearing at clothes and smoothing along exposed skin. Both of them have their fair share of scars, but all Mick sees is his partner. His touchstone. The man who kept him anchored and moving forward when his mind would drift or grow restless and distracted.

Mick smooths his palms along his thighs, head falling back with a groan when warm heat surrounds him. Jesus. He'd almost forgotten how good Len was at that. Nibbling, licking and sucking along his length as Mick slicks up a finger. He can't quite get Len's dick in his mouth, but he can lick at him as he slides that first finger in, moving slow and easy to get him open and ready.

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Len can't help but to moan against Mick's length as he presses a finger into him nice and slow. He bobs his head and strokes up from the base towards his mouth, working him up gradually as Mick sets to opening him up with his hand. He has to stop at one point to catch his breath, belly lurching and thighs trembling when he massages against his prostate. He bows his head to pant and moan as he's stretched, hot tongue wrapped around his head. He manages to plunge Mick back into his mouth, sucking on him hard and lavishing his cock till he can't take it anymore.

Once Mick's got him good and relaxed he'll pull off, pushing at his hand and rocking his hips to break away from the other. He turns around so he can face Mick, straddling his hips once more to reach down and guide his cock to his waiting entrance. He gives the other a heated and blown look, gently rolling his hips and rubbing himself against the other to tease him. He grabs the lube to slick him up before slowly impaling himself on Mick's cock. His breath hitches and shudders, back arching as he stretches out his back to let the other watch as he rocks himself down to the base. Once seated he'll spread his hands out over Mick's belly to dig his fingers in and just give his body a minute to adjust to the way he's filled.

He leans down to kiss Mick, slow and hot, gradually deepening it before he starts thrusting. Just rocking his hips so they're fucking deep and easy, losing the space between where one starts and the other ends. He moans against his mouth, trembling softly with his arousal and excitement, completely and utterly coming undone on top of him. Finally. Finally they're getting the one thing they've both wanted for so long. It feels incredible and he's going to savor every minute of it. He's going to work Mick until the other can't see straight.

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His legs shift and twitch at the attention being lavished on him, trying so hard not to simply thrust up into that warm heat, the suction that's driving him out of his mind. He's careful with his work, taking his time and working Len open nice and easy. Mick has wanted this for so long, wanted him for so long.

The sight above him leaves Mick utterly breathless. His partner's lean body flushed and sheened with sweat as he slowly sinks down on him. Even his beloved fire isn't quite so hypnotic and his mouth falls open, panting and groaning as he sinks into warm slick heat.

"Jesus," he groans, reaching to tug at his wrists, the way that Len is hovering over him. God. It's so good, so perfect that he needs more. He needs to touch and taste as Len writhes over him. "Fuck. Fuck you're so good.. so good."

Broad arms wrap around him, meeting his lips and drinking in every wonderful, shivery sound as their bodies rock together.