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thisavrou_log2016-02-15 11:26 pm
forwardmomentum) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-02-15 11:26 pm
come on, be good [closed]
Who: Miles and Clark
When: the evening of the 15th
Where: Moro #005
What: Miles comes to apologize to Clark, smooches happen
Warnings: gay
The last few weeks have been a muddled whirlwind of confusion and circular thoughts, Miles' brain working itself into a frenzy chasing its own tail to come to some conclusion. Finally getting it together and talking to Bel helped put a lot of that to rest; at the very least Miles can now identify with the words 'sexual panic'. He feels sort of ridiculous in retrospect, for how long it took him to come around to it. For a man who prides himself on his analytical skills, it's downright embarrassing. But it'd been hard for him regardless, and there's a strange little sense of private triumph over having made it to the other side.
But making things right with Bel doesn't make everything right. There's more he has to answer for than just the awkward, adrenaline-fueled kiss he'd shared with Bel that night. He's spent just as much time thinking about Clark these last few weeks, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't still feeling little flutters of panic over it, because Bel is one thing but Clark -- Clark is different. But he's been avoidant enough, taken damn well enough time, and now that he's mostly got his head right again, it's about damn time he set things straight with Clark, too.
He had, arguably, ended that date -- yeah, alright, date -- with Clark far worse than he had with Bel. Miles and Bel had parted on awkward terms, but at least Miles hadn't all but fled. He still cringes a little to think about what a complete jackass he'd made out of himself. No, he has plenty yet to talk about with Clark. Starting with a frigging apology. And Ivan says he never apologizes.
It's evening when Miles comes by Clark's cabin, hitting the chime on the door. He's hoping Clark'll be alone, but if roommates are about, there are other places they could go to talk. "Hey, Clark? It's Miles. Let me in?"
When: the evening of the 15th
Where: Moro #005
What: Miles comes to apologize to Clark, smooches happen
Warnings: gay
The last few weeks have been a muddled whirlwind of confusion and circular thoughts, Miles' brain working itself into a frenzy chasing its own tail to come to some conclusion. Finally getting it together and talking to Bel helped put a lot of that to rest; at the very least Miles can now identify with the words 'sexual panic'. He feels sort of ridiculous in retrospect, for how long it took him to come around to it. For a man who prides himself on his analytical skills, it's downright embarrassing. But it'd been hard for him regardless, and there's a strange little sense of private triumph over having made it to the other side.
But making things right with Bel doesn't make everything right. There's more he has to answer for than just the awkward, adrenaline-fueled kiss he'd shared with Bel that night. He's spent just as much time thinking about Clark these last few weeks, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't still feeling little flutters of panic over it, because Bel is one thing but Clark -- Clark is different. But he's been avoidant enough, taken damn well enough time, and now that he's mostly got his head right again, it's about damn time he set things straight with Clark, too.
He had, arguably, ended that date -- yeah, alright, date -- with Clark far worse than he had with Bel. Miles and Bel had parted on awkward terms, but at least Miles hadn't all but fled. He still cringes a little to think about what a complete jackass he'd made out of himself. No, he has plenty yet to talk about with Clark. Starting with a frigging apology. And Ivan says he never apologizes.
It's evening when Miles comes by Clark's cabin, hitting the chime on the door. He's hoping Clark'll be alone, but if roommates are about, there are other places they could go to talk. "Hey, Clark? It's Miles. Let me in?"
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"I'm a soldier, not a scientist," Miles concedes, spreading his hands over Clark's chest, smoothing out his shirt in idle exploration. "I'm hardly an expert. I'll happily defer to you on the subject."
Clark's enthusiasm is met with just as much on Miles's part, his hands tightening briefly on Clark's chest before they come back up to his shoulders, cupping his neck. There's nothing shy about the way Miles kisses Clark now, after that preliminary venture, and he leans in close to open his mouth slightly against Clark's on a warm, encouraging little a noise.
yeah miles you get that tiddy
He leans into every touch, entirely without thinking of it. He likes having Miles' hands on him, curious and unafraid. Clark moves his thumb in a slow circle where it rests against Miles' hip. Miles fits easily into the circle of his arms when he leans in for kiss, and Clark wraps his arms around him, holding him nearly flush against his chest.
He's not particularly shy about it either, but he takes his time kissing Miles, open-mouthed and easy. He's definitely enjoying encouraging more of those little noises out of Miles - he could spend hours doing just that. The effort to pull back after a while is obvious, but Clark is nothing if not pure willpower and restraint.
"Okay - at ease, soldier." The soft laugh after the words is born of a sort of giddy lightness in his chest. That's the thing about momentum - it's easy to be swept into it. "We should talk before this experiment gets out of hand."
he luv the tiddy
Clark pulls back and Miles, a little cross-eyed, blinks and laughs reflexively in response to Clark, his whole face bright. "Hm?" he says, still momentarily distracted, then opens his mouth. "Oh -- yes. Talking. The other half of this whole business." Because with Miles, it's at least half. He half-grins, idly fingering the collar of Clark's shirt. "What did you have in mind?"
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"You look good like this," he says. "Maybe we should have taken those painting classes after all. But... yeah, talking. I guess the question is, what do we want out of this?"
He exhales slowly. "I know we're just starting off here but there's - someone back home. We'd started off, just like this, but then I got dragged halfway across the universe before we ever got to figure things out between us. I don't want this to go the same way."
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"Ah," he says, and his shoulders drop slightly. His hands still at Clark's shoulders, save for the absent-minded brush of his fingers against the fabric of Clark's shirt. He bites his lip. "Well -- there's someone back home for me, too. Besides Bel, I mean. Actually, more than one, but it's not the sort of arrangement where -- " Miles stops himself, purses his lips.
"But that's not the point," he says, and lets out a breath. "I'd rather it not go that way, either. I can't guarantee against any interdimensional interference, no more than you could, but if you're asking what I want..."
He lets the corner of his mouth curve up slightly, gaze dropping as if in contemplation before his eyes lift back to Clark's face, warmed. "I want whatever I can have, for as long as I can have it."