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Log; Complete.
When; September 9th, evening
Rating; Pg-13 to R for kissing and mild groping.
Characters; Lee Nicholas![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
killerdimples and Tony Foster darkest0knight
Summary; Lee instigates a little replay of his and Tony's last make-out session, only with 90% more awkwardness.
Log;
Tony was pretty sure he’d never run so fast in his entire life. Actually, he might have run a little bit faster that time demons were taking over the studio because, well, demons, but as far as non-life-threatening situations went he was booking it pretty quickly.
Too quickly. His shoulder whacked against a lamp post and nearly spun him around before he could shake off the pain with a few yelped curses and get oriented again. Slower might be a good idea. If he arrived full of bruises, Lee might get that half-amused, half-questioning look on his face, where he lifted that one eyebrow and made Tony’s ear-lobes redden horribly.
‘No thank you. Cool and calm, Tony. Stay cool and calm.’
The more sadistic part of his brain was pointing out that it was pretty hard to look cool and calm when your heart was pounding faster than a jackhammer and your hair was a mess from running like a fool. Tony viciously told this part of his brain to shut the fuck up as he reached his building and jogged up the stairs to the apartment.
The apartment that he now shared with Lee. The apartment Lee was in at this very moment, waiting for Tony so he could show him…something.
‘Cool and calm and who the fuck am I kidding?’
Tony took a deep breath, then opened the door.
--
Lee was doing better; only just. It was the kind of better that happened because he could be in denial about it, at least until Tony came through the door. He stood up from the computer, went to the bathroom, washed his face.
He stared at the toothbrush for a good long minute, wondering about it. Was is considered polite to brush his teeth? He hadn't eaten anything that would merit needing it. But it might be nice, to have fresh breath?
He stopped for a minute. What the hell am I doing? He never "brushed his teeth" for women. In fact, he never even considered it an issue. Why the hell was this suddenly an issue? Why did he suddenly crave breath mints? That was certainly new.
Jesus. I've caught the gay. And congratulations, you're thinking in horrible stereotypes. Good going, Lee. He stared at the door. SHUT UP, BRAIN.
The door burst open, and Tony shot through like a rocket. "Wow. That was...fast," he said, realizing how lame it sounded. "You winded, there?"
--
Tony stared for half a second. Then he doubled over and wheezed, because really, running was not his thing no matter how many times Ky had suggested jogging to warm up before a training session. In between breaths he tried to reassure Lee that no, he wasn’t going to collapse on the floor in a pile of exhausted wizard.
“Just thought…I’d burn a few calories,” he said, lamely. “Getting fat, you know.”
It was a pathetic lie, because Tony still was embarrassingly skinny, even though the incident with Noitora had occurred more than a month ago. But what the hell else was he supposed to say? Yes Lee, I ran all the way here because I desperately want you to kiss me again and I really couldn’t stand to wait a few minutes longer and walk like a normal, sane person. No way. No fucking way.
--
Lee's smile was slow; his dimples appeared a moment later. "Relax there, Tony," he said, grinning. "You're thin as a rail, anyway," he laughed, and crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for Tony to stand. The other man's hair was mussed; he looked adorable.
This is your cue to deny your sexuality, his brain chimed in, unhelpful as usual. Lee ignored the comment and licked his lips instead. "Before you vanished and left me thinking you weren't interested in me," for those brief moments before Henry showed up and practically beat the notion out of me "I had shown interest." He reached out and gripped Tony by the wrist, pulling him close and hard against his chest. "You do remember that, right?"
--
Skin to skin contact! Well…clothing to clothing contact, really. But there was skin underneath the clothing, and Tony could see a bit of it peeking out from the collar of Lee’s shirt real close up because it was right at his nose. Hard muscle shifted against his chest and Tony was pretty sure the only reason he wasn’t blushing was because all the blood in his body was trying to crowd into his groin area.
‘It’s a good thing Lee’s propping me up,’ his brain remarked idly. ‘Because otherwise it would be ‘hello floor’.”
Some more coherent part of him grasped at Lee’s words instead of being utterly distracted by the way his body was really warm against Tony’s torso. A very small coherent part.
“You thought I left because I wasn’t interested?
--
That had slipped out. That was unfortunate; he hadn't meant to let it out. He kissed the top of Tony's head and left his head there. "Yeah," he muttered, "just...a little." His voice had gone deep, and husky.
It had been a shitty week, not knowing where Tony was. He felt like crap, afterwards. This is why we deny, his brain reminded him, unhelpful. He nudged Tony's head slightly. "For about a week. Before I called Henry." He shrugged.
He had promised honesty, right?
--
The kiss and the low velvety tone made Tony shiver and bring his free hand up to twist in the fabric of Lee’s shirt. He felt Lee’s heartbeat faintly against his fingertips, wondered how it might feel if he was touching bare skin instead of thin cloth. Closing his eyes, he moved forward just that small amount needed to brush his lips over the hollow of Lee’s throat. Apparently, there were advantages to being shorter than your partner.
“I wouldn’t have left,” he murmured against Lee’s skin. “If I’d had a choice, I wouldn’t have left for anything.”
God. He hoped that hadn’t been as shmoopy as it sounded.
--
God. The cheese in this room, Lee thought before he realized that those were Tony's lips brushing against his collarbone.
God. He hoped that the blood wasn't moving as fast as he thought because things would get really embarrassing very, very quickly.
He waited for a minute, and muttered, "Yeah. Good to know."
He paused again. Fuck this waiting shit. You've kissed him before, Nicholas. Just do it now! His libido screamed at him. His head threatened to argue. Before he could let it, he had to act; otherwise he would just balk. Again.
He pulled Tony's head back and kissed him full on the lips.
--
Being kissed by Lee was kind of overwhelming, Tony decided. Not in the way that being kissed by Henry was overwhelming, where the power dynamics between them made Tony feel like bearing his throat and running away at the same time, but a safer, normal kind of overwhelming.
The kind that made his knees weak and his head spin and all those other clichéd things people always said but you never really thought would happen. It was like falling back into a warm bath and letting your head drag under, just for a second, knowing you could come back up for air whenever you wanted.
Which, speaking of air…
“Mm…Lee.” Tony broke the kiss just enough to suck in a cooling breath before he went right back to trying to suck Lee’s lower lip into his mouth.
--
It was a nice kiss.
Scratch that. It was a great kiss. Lee enjoyed it for another moment, his hands reaching down and cupping the small of Tony's back and lifting just slightly before he pushed the younger, smaller man against the door. Lack of care. That was nice; not having to worry about hurting him, just being able to be passionate.
He pulled away and smiled, the dimples his fangirls wrote sappy poetry to in full view. "You remember now, right?" He laughed. It was almost like a narcotic; he couldn't remember feeling so pathetically cheesy or so pathetically happy.
That in and of itself was pathetic.
--
“Kind of hard to forget,” Tony replied, not really trying to stop the goofy grin he knew was creeping across his face. Lee’s smile and laugh did weird things to his stomach, making it flip this way and that until he found himself swallowing hard just to try and settle it down.
He’d given up trying to settle down other parts of his anatomy. There wasn’t really anything he could do about the tent in his jeans. Not with Lee pinning him to the door like that, so he’d just have to hope it didn’t freak the other man out enough that he’d stop.
Because holy fucking Christ did he ever not want to stop.
--
Lee pushed away just enough, his hand moving to Tony's wrist, his fingers curling around it. He liked being able to do that; even if Tony would technically blast him against a wall and banish demons, he was so much smaller; but still masculine.
He touched the scars at Tony's wrist, and his own scar, matching, twinged in sympathy. He thought about it for a minute, took a deep breath, and showed it, flipping his wrist over to show it to the other man.
"See. We match now." He muttered lamely. Dumbest line ever, he thought. Even the writers for the show could think of something better than that.
--
Tony frowned at the scar for a moment, unable to connect the pieces of his scattered thoughts enough to understand what the hell Lee meant. When he finally did get it, he only frowned harder, grabbing at Lee’s wrist to stare in outraged disbelief.
“What the hell,” he sputtered, the words spilling out of his mouth louder than he had intended. “What the hell…why? I told him to keep his fangs out of my friends. That fucking bastard Prince of fucking Darkness—”
Tony pressed his lips tightly together to keep the rest of his anger from coming out, from filling the whole apartment with the litany of MINE MINE MINE MINE that kept running through his head. He didn’t even know if the possessiveness was for Lee or for Henry. Maybe both.
Fuck, how could he do this?
--
Lee could see the wizard was angry enough to do something if he didn't get some kind of explanation, and after all the crap that he had given Tony about hiding things, he couldn't really hide this himself.
"Relax," he said, pinning Tony's hands back against the door. "It wasn't like he wanted to, okay?"
He didn't. Henry, in fact, had argued vehemently against it. But he was hungry, and it was early, and he needed to feed. Those things happened. These things happened. He leaned forward, whispering, "There were extenuating circumstances. Nothing besides...feeding happened." He watched for Tony's reaction. "Don't be too angry, okay?"
--
Tony held his scowl for a while longer, Lee’s proximity doing most of the work at turning the anger into something more arousing. He supposed it was good to know that even if he was furious, his dick would take an interest in the way Lee’s hands were restraining his wrists and the feel of Lee’s breath on his cheek as he spoke.
Extenuating circumstances. Sure, okay, he could see that. Henry couldn’t help the Hunger sometimes, especially if he’d been neglecting to hunt because he was busy indulging in fruitless searches for vanished wizards. But that little voice in the back of his head just wouldn’t shut up.
MINE.
‘Christ, I sound like a vampire.’
“I’m not mad at you,” Tony said with a sigh, letting his body go lax against the door, his wrists hang in Lee’s hands. “I just…”
Just what? He didn’t know how to finish that sentence without sounding like a possessive freak.
--
Lee smiled slightly. "You don't have to explain it."
He paused and felt the relief wash over him. He missed Tony enough to want what Henry had to offer, at least a little, but the vampire had balked and then, so had he. And he had to hit himself later for it. You only play a vampire detective's assistant on TV. You're not one in real life. That and the idea of Mason with his lips anywhere near his body was enough to begin the cold shower reaction. And then he remembered that he was...well, as straight as he could be while attracted to another man.
He turned back to Tony, forgetting about the horrible image of Mason in his head. He muttered, "Forget it, okay? I just didn't want to lie to you about this." He pushed away and walked towards the kitchen. "Drink?"
--
Apparently, he’d freaked Lee out enough that the man had needed to gain some distance. That or he’d just remember that he was straight and required copious amounts of alcohol in order to feel okay about kissing another man. Fine.
Tony followed Lee into the kitchen, keeping the prerequisite four-foot bubble of personal space he’d learnt was necessary in order to make straight guys feel comfortable about being in the same room as a gay guy.
“Water,” he said, leaning as casually as possible against the stove. His head felt muddled enough already without alcohol adding to it.
--
Lee poured two glasses of water and handed one to Tony. He took a sip from his and noticed the expression on his face that said, I hate the world and felt sort of like he was responsible for putting it there. He suddenly realized what happened.
He grabbed Tony again and said, "I'm not avoiding you. I just...thought about Henry, which led to thinking about the show, which led to Mason and I am not associating kissing you with kissing Mason, okay?" He slammed the water down his throat.
And managed not to hack it back up. Smooth. He knew he had rehearsed that angry "drink the liquid" scene enough times to get it in real life. He looked back at Tony and his face softened a little. "Hey. Don't get the wrong idea, okay? This isn't a game for me."
--
“Uh…” Tony almost dropped his own water glass; Lee breaking the space bubble without warning, and then mention of “kissing” and “Mason” in the same sentence playing havoc with his thought process. Because part of him was going “yay” and another part of his was going “eww”, and he didn’t really know which part to respond to.
And then Lee looked at him, and was probably saying something really touching and profound except the crinkles around his eyes and the soft curve of his mouth made it hard for Tony to concentrate.
“Um…I…” Liquid sloshed over his hands, and Tony jumped guiltily, then shuffled his water glass off to the side where it would probably leave little rings all over the counter. ‘Ever heard of a coaster?’ Shut up Leah, Tony told his subconscious.
Then he leaned forward and pressed a careful kiss against Lee’s lips, because Lee had been looking at him expectantly and he didn’t know what else to do.
--
Tony was kissing him again.
He couldn't restrain the reaction; he grabbed the back of Tony's head and slipped his tongue into Tony's mouth; all thoughts of Mason purged. Water went everywhere as his other hand went around Tony's hips and he pulled him tight against him, letting the kiss deepen.
The sound of glass shattering made him stop and he moved Tony away from the sound with one quick motion. "Oh, shit. Sorry. I totally didn't mean to do that."
His arms were still twined around Tony's body, and he was pretty content to leave it that way. "We should probably clean that up," he said, quietly, after a minute, before kissing Tony again.
--
“Yeah, probably,” Tony mumbled against Lee’s mouth, but he wasn’t making any move to break away and go for the broom and dustpan. Instead, he shifted as close as possible in the circle of Lee’s arms and let his own hands start to wander. Around to the small of Lee’s back, trailing up to clutch at broad shoulders, then lifting to cup the nape of Lee’s neck, run fingers through the thick dark hair.
Nope. Not moving to pick up the damned glass.
Tony stroked his tongue along the ridges of Lee’s teeth and tried to gain control of his hips. It wasn’t working very well.
--
Lee grabbed Tony's hips, his hands strong enough to hold them still. He grinned and licked his teeth, and muttered, "We haven't even gone on a date yet."
When did you become such a prude? his libido asked annoyingly, guy obviously wants to be fucked on the floor. Far be it for Lee to explain to his ever increasing lack of self control that he didn't actually know how the mechanics of guy on guy sex worked.
Despite the fangirls thinking otherwise. "You don't mind slowing it down a bit? Maybe?" He asked, smiling, and hoping that Tony's face wouldn't fall. He loved and hated that look that Tony managed so well, something between, My life sucks and I really just want to get laid, Lee.
--
Tony stifled the noise of disappointment in his throat and got a stern hold on his hormones. Lee was right. This was way too fast, even if Tony hadn’t had sex for three months now and his body was screaming at him to take care of this problem right now please and no we don’t need a bed. One deep breath. Two.
“Sorry,” he said, the apology whooshing out on an exhale. “I didn’t mean to push you.”
And all of a sudden he felt incredibly guilty. What the hell was he doing, rubbing against a straight guy like some horny teenager with no self-control? He’d probably scared Lee shitless, acting like such a moron.
“I can do slow,” Tony assured the other man, and himself. Except he’d never really…gone slow before. Zev had been a friend before he was a fuck-buddy, but they’d slid into being fuck-buddies pretty quickly once it had been decided there was mutual attraction there. Henry had taken him to bed pretty quickly too, although with the way he fed, there hadn’t been much point to waiting and it wasn’t like Tony was adverse to it. What did slow mean? Just kissing? Kissing without tongue? Kissing with tongue, but no full-body contact? Tony felt a little at a loss.
He ran a hand nervously through his hair and licked his lips. “Um. M-maybe you’d better tell me what you want? Like…exactly?”
--
Lee took a deep sigh. "You know I've never really done this with a guy before, right?"
Obvious statement, good job! Keep going, maybe you'll strike another jewel of idiocy. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Can't we just start with, say...dinner?"
Dinner was good. Dinner meant conversation. And shared interest. That always worked with women. Even though Tony wasn't a woman. The very real erection that had been pressed up against Lee's thigh was an eternal reminder of that little fact.
Big fact.
Whatever. He reached out and kissed Tony lightly, again, on the lips and stood straight. "I don't know exactly what's okay. But tonight was okay. More than okay."
--
“Dinner. Okay.” Tony could do dinner. It couldn’t be that difficult, right? He ate dinner all the time. He smiled at Lee and moved back, slowly, feeling like a sudden movement might mess up everything.
Plus there was glass on the floor. With his luck, he’d probably get a shard right in the heel.
Before he spun away to collect the broom and dustpan, Tony took Lee’s hand in his and gave it a brief squeeze.
“Okay’s good,” he said softly. “I like okay.”
It was like an experiment. Lee wasn’t used to a gay relationship, and Tony wasn’t used to normal relationships in general (which has been part of why he and Zev broke up). They’d muddle through together.
--
Lee smiled, nodded, and agreed
Rating; Pg-13 to R for kissing and mild groping.
Characters; Lee Nicholas
killerdimples and Tony Foster darkest0knight Summary; Lee instigates a little replay of his and Tony's last make-out session, only with 90% more awkwardness.
Log;
Tony was pretty sure he’d never run so fast in his entire life. Actually, he might have run a little bit faster that time demons were taking over the studio because, well, demons, but as far as non-life-threatening situations went he was booking it pretty quickly.
Too quickly. His shoulder whacked against a lamp post and nearly spun him around before he could shake off the pain with a few yelped curses and get oriented again. Slower might be a good idea. If he arrived full of bruises, Lee might get that half-amused, half-questioning look on his face, where he lifted that one eyebrow and made Tony’s ear-lobes redden horribly.
‘No thank you. Cool and calm, Tony. Stay cool and calm.’
The more sadistic part of his brain was pointing out that it was pretty hard to look cool and calm when your heart was pounding faster than a jackhammer and your hair was a mess from running like a fool. Tony viciously told this part of his brain to shut the fuck up as he reached his building and jogged up the stairs to the apartment.
The apartment that he now shared with Lee. The apartment Lee was in at this very moment, waiting for Tony so he could show him…something.
‘Cool and calm and who the fuck am I kidding?’
Tony took a deep breath, then opened the door.
--
Lee was doing better; only just. It was the kind of better that happened because he could be in denial about it, at least until Tony came through the door. He stood up from the computer, went to the bathroom, washed his face.
He stared at the toothbrush for a good long minute, wondering about it. Was is considered polite to brush his teeth? He hadn't eaten anything that would merit needing it. But it might be nice, to have fresh breath?
He stopped for a minute. What the hell am I doing? He never "brushed his teeth" for women. In fact, he never even considered it an issue. Why the hell was this suddenly an issue? Why did he suddenly crave breath mints? That was certainly new.
Jesus. I've caught the gay. And congratulations, you're thinking in horrible stereotypes. Good going, Lee. He stared at the door. SHUT UP, BRAIN.
The door burst open, and Tony shot through like a rocket. "Wow. That was...fast," he said, realizing how lame it sounded. "You winded, there?"
--
Tony stared for half a second. Then he doubled over and wheezed, because really, running was not his thing no matter how many times Ky had suggested jogging to warm up before a training session. In between breaths he tried to reassure Lee that no, he wasn’t going to collapse on the floor in a pile of exhausted wizard.
“Just thought…I’d burn a few calories,” he said, lamely. “Getting fat, you know.”
It was a pathetic lie, because Tony still was embarrassingly skinny, even though the incident with Noitora had occurred more than a month ago. But what the hell else was he supposed to say? Yes Lee, I ran all the way here because I desperately want you to kiss me again and I really couldn’t stand to wait a few minutes longer and walk like a normal, sane person. No way. No fucking way.
--
Lee's smile was slow; his dimples appeared a moment later. "Relax there, Tony," he said, grinning. "You're thin as a rail, anyway," he laughed, and crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for Tony to stand. The other man's hair was mussed; he looked adorable.
This is your cue to deny your sexuality, his brain chimed in, unhelpful as usual. Lee ignored the comment and licked his lips instead. "Before you vanished and left me thinking you weren't interested in me," for those brief moments before Henry showed up and practically beat the notion out of me "I had shown interest." He reached out and gripped Tony by the wrist, pulling him close and hard against his chest. "You do remember that, right?"
--
Skin to skin contact! Well…clothing to clothing contact, really. But there was skin underneath the clothing, and Tony could see a bit of it peeking out from the collar of Lee’s shirt real close up because it was right at his nose. Hard muscle shifted against his chest and Tony was pretty sure the only reason he wasn’t blushing was because all the blood in his body was trying to crowd into his groin area.
‘It’s a good thing Lee’s propping me up,’ his brain remarked idly. ‘Because otherwise it would be ‘hello floor’.”
Some more coherent part of him grasped at Lee’s words instead of being utterly distracted by the way his body was really warm against Tony’s torso. A very small coherent part.
“You thought I left because I wasn’t interested?
--
That had slipped out. That was unfortunate; he hadn't meant to let it out. He kissed the top of Tony's head and left his head there. "Yeah," he muttered, "just...a little." His voice had gone deep, and husky.
It had been a shitty week, not knowing where Tony was. He felt like crap, afterwards. This is why we deny, his brain reminded him, unhelpful. He nudged Tony's head slightly. "For about a week. Before I called Henry." He shrugged.
He had promised honesty, right?
--
The kiss and the low velvety tone made Tony shiver and bring his free hand up to twist in the fabric of Lee’s shirt. He felt Lee’s heartbeat faintly against his fingertips, wondered how it might feel if he was touching bare skin instead of thin cloth. Closing his eyes, he moved forward just that small amount needed to brush his lips over the hollow of Lee’s throat. Apparently, there were advantages to being shorter than your partner.
“I wouldn’t have left,” he murmured against Lee’s skin. “If I’d had a choice, I wouldn’t have left for anything.”
God. He hoped that hadn’t been as shmoopy as it sounded.
--
God. The cheese in this room, Lee thought before he realized that those were Tony's lips brushing against his collarbone.
God. He hoped that the blood wasn't moving as fast as he thought because things would get really embarrassing very, very quickly.
He waited for a minute, and muttered, "Yeah. Good to know."
He paused again. Fuck this waiting shit. You've kissed him before, Nicholas. Just do it now! His libido screamed at him. His head threatened to argue. Before he could let it, he had to act; otherwise he would just balk. Again.
He pulled Tony's head back and kissed him full on the lips.
--
Being kissed by Lee was kind of overwhelming, Tony decided. Not in the way that being kissed by Henry was overwhelming, where the power dynamics between them made Tony feel like bearing his throat and running away at the same time, but a safer, normal kind of overwhelming.
The kind that made his knees weak and his head spin and all those other clichéd things people always said but you never really thought would happen. It was like falling back into a warm bath and letting your head drag under, just for a second, knowing you could come back up for air whenever you wanted.
Which, speaking of air…
“Mm…Lee.” Tony broke the kiss just enough to suck in a cooling breath before he went right back to trying to suck Lee’s lower lip into his mouth.
--
It was a nice kiss.
Scratch that. It was a great kiss. Lee enjoyed it for another moment, his hands reaching down and cupping the small of Tony's back and lifting just slightly before he pushed the younger, smaller man against the door. Lack of care. That was nice; not having to worry about hurting him, just being able to be passionate.
He pulled away and smiled, the dimples his fangirls wrote sappy poetry to in full view. "You remember now, right?" He laughed. It was almost like a narcotic; he couldn't remember feeling so pathetically cheesy or so pathetically happy.
That in and of itself was pathetic.
--
“Kind of hard to forget,” Tony replied, not really trying to stop the goofy grin he knew was creeping across his face. Lee’s smile and laugh did weird things to his stomach, making it flip this way and that until he found himself swallowing hard just to try and settle it down.
He’d given up trying to settle down other parts of his anatomy. There wasn’t really anything he could do about the tent in his jeans. Not with Lee pinning him to the door like that, so he’d just have to hope it didn’t freak the other man out enough that he’d stop.
Because holy fucking Christ did he ever not want to stop.
--
Lee pushed away just enough, his hand moving to Tony's wrist, his fingers curling around it. He liked being able to do that; even if Tony would technically blast him against a wall and banish demons, he was so much smaller; but still masculine.
He touched the scars at Tony's wrist, and his own scar, matching, twinged in sympathy. He thought about it for a minute, took a deep breath, and showed it, flipping his wrist over to show it to the other man.
"See. We match now." He muttered lamely. Dumbest line ever, he thought. Even the writers for the show could think of something better than that.
--
Tony frowned at the scar for a moment, unable to connect the pieces of his scattered thoughts enough to understand what the hell Lee meant. When he finally did get it, he only frowned harder, grabbing at Lee’s wrist to stare in outraged disbelief.
“What the hell,” he sputtered, the words spilling out of his mouth louder than he had intended. “What the hell…why? I told him to keep his fangs out of my friends. That fucking bastard Prince of fucking Darkness—”
Tony pressed his lips tightly together to keep the rest of his anger from coming out, from filling the whole apartment with the litany of MINE MINE MINE MINE that kept running through his head. He didn’t even know if the possessiveness was for Lee or for Henry. Maybe both.
Fuck, how could he do this?
--
Lee could see the wizard was angry enough to do something if he didn't get some kind of explanation, and after all the crap that he had given Tony about hiding things, he couldn't really hide this himself.
"Relax," he said, pinning Tony's hands back against the door. "It wasn't like he wanted to, okay?"
He didn't. Henry, in fact, had argued vehemently against it. But he was hungry, and it was early, and he needed to feed. Those things happened. These things happened. He leaned forward, whispering, "There were extenuating circumstances. Nothing besides...feeding happened." He watched for Tony's reaction. "Don't be too angry, okay?"
--
Tony held his scowl for a while longer, Lee’s proximity doing most of the work at turning the anger into something more arousing. He supposed it was good to know that even if he was furious, his dick would take an interest in the way Lee’s hands were restraining his wrists and the feel of Lee’s breath on his cheek as he spoke.
Extenuating circumstances. Sure, okay, he could see that. Henry couldn’t help the Hunger sometimes, especially if he’d been neglecting to hunt because he was busy indulging in fruitless searches for vanished wizards. But that little voice in the back of his head just wouldn’t shut up.
MINE.
‘Christ, I sound like a vampire.’
“I’m not mad at you,” Tony said with a sigh, letting his body go lax against the door, his wrists hang in Lee’s hands. “I just…”
Just what? He didn’t know how to finish that sentence without sounding like a possessive freak.
--
Lee smiled slightly. "You don't have to explain it."
He paused and felt the relief wash over him. He missed Tony enough to want what Henry had to offer, at least a little, but the vampire had balked and then, so had he. And he had to hit himself later for it. You only play a vampire detective's assistant on TV. You're not one in real life. That and the idea of Mason with his lips anywhere near his body was enough to begin the cold shower reaction. And then he remembered that he was...well, as straight as he could be while attracted to another man.
He turned back to Tony, forgetting about the horrible image of Mason in his head. He muttered, "Forget it, okay? I just didn't want to lie to you about this." He pushed away and walked towards the kitchen. "Drink?"
--
Apparently, he’d freaked Lee out enough that the man had needed to gain some distance. That or he’d just remember that he was straight and required copious amounts of alcohol in order to feel okay about kissing another man. Fine.
Tony followed Lee into the kitchen, keeping the prerequisite four-foot bubble of personal space he’d learnt was necessary in order to make straight guys feel comfortable about being in the same room as a gay guy.
“Water,” he said, leaning as casually as possible against the stove. His head felt muddled enough already without alcohol adding to it.
--
Lee poured two glasses of water and handed one to Tony. He took a sip from his and noticed the expression on his face that said, I hate the world and felt sort of like he was responsible for putting it there. He suddenly realized what happened.
He grabbed Tony again and said, "I'm not avoiding you. I just...thought about Henry, which led to thinking about the show, which led to Mason and I am not associating kissing you with kissing Mason, okay?" He slammed the water down his throat.
And managed not to hack it back up. Smooth. He knew he had rehearsed that angry "drink the liquid" scene enough times to get it in real life. He looked back at Tony and his face softened a little. "Hey. Don't get the wrong idea, okay? This isn't a game for me."
--
“Uh…” Tony almost dropped his own water glass; Lee breaking the space bubble without warning, and then mention of “kissing” and “Mason” in the same sentence playing havoc with his thought process. Because part of him was going “yay” and another part of his was going “eww”, and he didn’t really know which part to respond to.
And then Lee looked at him, and was probably saying something really touching and profound except the crinkles around his eyes and the soft curve of his mouth made it hard for Tony to concentrate.
“Um…I…” Liquid sloshed over his hands, and Tony jumped guiltily, then shuffled his water glass off to the side where it would probably leave little rings all over the counter. ‘Ever heard of a coaster?’ Shut up Leah, Tony told his subconscious.
Then he leaned forward and pressed a careful kiss against Lee’s lips, because Lee had been looking at him expectantly and he didn’t know what else to do.
--
Tony was kissing him again.
He couldn't restrain the reaction; he grabbed the back of Tony's head and slipped his tongue into Tony's mouth; all thoughts of Mason purged. Water went everywhere as his other hand went around Tony's hips and he pulled him tight against him, letting the kiss deepen.
The sound of glass shattering made him stop and he moved Tony away from the sound with one quick motion. "Oh, shit. Sorry. I totally didn't mean to do that."
His arms were still twined around Tony's body, and he was pretty content to leave it that way. "We should probably clean that up," he said, quietly, after a minute, before kissing Tony again.
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“Yeah, probably,” Tony mumbled against Lee’s mouth, but he wasn’t making any move to break away and go for the broom and dustpan. Instead, he shifted as close as possible in the circle of Lee’s arms and let his own hands start to wander. Around to the small of Lee’s back, trailing up to clutch at broad shoulders, then lifting to cup the nape of Lee’s neck, run fingers through the thick dark hair.
Nope. Not moving to pick up the damned glass.
Tony stroked his tongue along the ridges of Lee’s teeth and tried to gain control of his hips. It wasn’t working very well.
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Lee grabbed Tony's hips, his hands strong enough to hold them still. He grinned and licked his teeth, and muttered, "We haven't even gone on a date yet."
When did you become such a prude? his libido asked annoyingly, guy obviously wants to be fucked on the floor. Far be it for Lee to explain to his ever increasing lack of self control that he didn't actually know how the mechanics of guy on guy sex worked.
Despite the fangirls thinking otherwise. "You don't mind slowing it down a bit? Maybe?" He asked, smiling, and hoping that Tony's face wouldn't fall. He loved and hated that look that Tony managed so well, something between, My life sucks and I really just want to get laid, Lee.
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Tony stifled the noise of disappointment in his throat and got a stern hold on his hormones. Lee was right. This was way too fast, even if Tony hadn’t had sex for three months now and his body was screaming at him to take care of this problem right now please and no we don’t need a bed. One deep breath. Two.
“Sorry,” he said, the apology whooshing out on an exhale. “I didn’t mean to push you.”
And all of a sudden he felt incredibly guilty. What the hell was he doing, rubbing against a straight guy like some horny teenager with no self-control? He’d probably scared Lee shitless, acting like such a moron.
“I can do slow,” Tony assured the other man, and himself. Except he’d never really…gone slow before. Zev had been a friend before he was a fuck-buddy, but they’d slid into being fuck-buddies pretty quickly once it had been decided there was mutual attraction there. Henry had taken him to bed pretty quickly too, although with the way he fed, there hadn’t been much point to waiting and it wasn’t like Tony was adverse to it. What did slow mean? Just kissing? Kissing without tongue? Kissing with tongue, but no full-body contact? Tony felt a little at a loss.
He ran a hand nervously through his hair and licked his lips. “Um. M-maybe you’d better tell me what you want? Like…exactly?”
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Lee took a deep sigh. "You know I've never really done this with a guy before, right?"
Obvious statement, good job! Keep going, maybe you'll strike another jewel of idiocy. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Can't we just start with, say...dinner?"
Dinner was good. Dinner meant conversation. And shared interest. That always worked with women. Even though Tony wasn't a woman. The very real erection that had been pressed up against Lee's thigh was an eternal reminder of that little fact.
Big fact.
Whatever. He reached out and kissed Tony lightly, again, on the lips and stood straight. "I don't know exactly what's okay. But tonight was okay. More than okay."
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“Dinner. Okay.” Tony could do dinner. It couldn’t be that difficult, right? He ate dinner all the time. He smiled at Lee and moved back, slowly, feeling like a sudden movement might mess up everything.
Plus there was glass on the floor. With his luck, he’d probably get a shard right in the heel.
Before he spun away to collect the broom and dustpan, Tony took Lee’s hand in his and gave it a brief squeeze.
“Okay’s good,” he said softly. “I like okay.”
It was like an experiment. Lee wasn’t used to a gay relationship, and Tony wasn’t used to normal relationships in general (which has been part of why he and Zev broke up). They’d muddle through together.
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Lee smiled, nodded, and agreed