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Title: Afternoon
Characters: Yuri Lowell, Flynn Scifo
Notes: Follows closely with Morning! Modern AU, a hot day is forgotten with talks, a massage, and a brilliant idea.
The curtains are closed, the sheets a mess, and with the air this stifling Yuri really doesn’t care how he looks, shirtless with his hair up, laying on his bed. He’s in the middle of fanning himself with his hand when Flynn peeks in to check on him, looking over his shoulder with a grin when he notices the blond doesn’t stop staring.
“Like what you see?”
“I’ve seen this since we were children.” Flynn says as he steps in holding a damp rag, Yuri sits up with his face to the window as his friend crosses the room and flinches when the cold cloth is pressed onto his bare back. After a moment of the cloth rubbing cool, soothing circles on his back, Flynn speaks again. “You looked miserable in this heat.”
Yuri turns his head just enough to look at Flynn, shaking his head slightly. “Man, you’d say anything to touch me.”
This time Flynn doesn’t miss a beat, using his knuckles to move the cloth into a massage as he replies. “And you make it your goal to try and get me to.”
Yuri laughs a little, but almost before he knows it he’s flipped sideways, legs hanging off the bed, breath knocked out of him for a moment as Flynn laughs right back at him, rich with warmth and eyes he knows are shut with crinkles. It subsides as Flynn moves Yuri’s tied hair to the side and trails the warming cloth across the short dark hairs of his neck, the latter sighing at the new feeling and turning his head to lay flat on the bed towards his friend.
“You know,” the attacker muses as he studies his victim’s toned back, muscles lying just beneath the skin, “you could’ve stopped me if you really wanted to.”
“Guess it’s just too hot to try and do otherwise.” He replies, closing his eyes against the cool spot pressed against his cheek. “Also, that rag you got is getting warm, go redip it or whatever.”
“Maybe we should just stick you in the fridge. That’d cool you off fast.” Too late did Flynn realize his error, as joking as the idea was, and Yuri’s eyes snapped open with a grin on his face.
“Hey, Flynn? You’re a genius. Get off, I’m just gonna cool down a bit with the eggs and milk!”
“No way! I’m not cleaning up your mess if you push anything out of the fridge, Yuri, and you wouldn’t fit anyways!”
Yuri struggles a bit beneath the weight of the man above him, hands pinning his shoulders down and then stops resisting, laying perfectly still. Hesitating, Flynn sits back, the cloth forgotten on Yuri’s pillow, and moves some of the dark hair away from his limp friend’s face.
“Yuri?” No answer. Yuri grins to himself and forces down the shudder of laughter when a shadow covers his face, worry evident in every movement. “Yuri, are you alright?”
He waits until Flynn’s peering close to his face when he opens his eyes and moves forward, catching him by the lips and pulling back just as fast. It’s so worth the blank, confused look, the dawning realization, and the red from a mix of embarrassment and anger that goes in phases on Flynn’s face and Yuri can’t help but just roll away just before Flynn punches his face, laughing and dodging the easy blows.
When one lands and Yuri winces, Flynn apologies and asks if he’s alright. Yuri throws one of his own and catches the other on the right cheek and it’s a brawl between the men, who feel like kids again and they land beside each other, bruised and hurting all over, on the floor with grins that reopen Yuri’s split lip and makes Flynn realize his competitor knocked a tooth loose. Poking it with his tongue and wincing at the easy movement, he knows the dentist’ll have a few words with him.
But that’s another afternoon.
Characters: Yuri Lowell, Flynn Scifo
Notes: Follows closely with Morning! Modern AU, a hot day is forgotten with talks, a massage, and a brilliant idea.
The curtains are closed, the sheets a mess, and with the air this stifling Yuri really doesn’t care how he looks, shirtless with his hair up, laying on his bed. He’s in the middle of fanning himself with his hand when Flynn peeks in to check on him, looking over his shoulder with a grin when he notices the blond doesn’t stop staring.
“Like what you see?”
“I’ve seen this since we were children.” Flynn says as he steps in holding a damp rag, Yuri sits up with his face to the window as his friend crosses the room and flinches when the cold cloth is pressed onto his bare back. After a moment of the cloth rubbing cool, soothing circles on his back, Flynn speaks again. “You looked miserable in this heat.”
Yuri turns his head just enough to look at Flynn, shaking his head slightly. “Man, you’d say anything to touch me.”
This time Flynn doesn’t miss a beat, using his knuckles to move the cloth into a massage as he replies. “And you make it your goal to try and get me to.”
Yuri laughs a little, but almost before he knows it he’s flipped sideways, legs hanging off the bed, breath knocked out of him for a moment as Flynn laughs right back at him, rich with warmth and eyes he knows are shut with crinkles. It subsides as Flynn moves Yuri’s tied hair to the side and trails the warming cloth across the short dark hairs of his neck, the latter sighing at the new feeling and turning his head to lay flat on the bed towards his friend.
“You know,” the attacker muses as he studies his victim’s toned back, muscles lying just beneath the skin, “you could’ve stopped me if you really wanted to.”
“Guess it’s just too hot to try and do otherwise.” He replies, closing his eyes against the cool spot pressed against his cheek. “Also, that rag you got is getting warm, go redip it or whatever.”
“Maybe we should just stick you in the fridge. That’d cool you off fast.” Too late did Flynn realize his error, as joking as the idea was, and Yuri’s eyes snapped open with a grin on his face.
“Hey, Flynn? You’re a genius. Get off, I’m just gonna cool down a bit with the eggs and milk!”
“No way! I’m not cleaning up your mess if you push anything out of the fridge, Yuri, and you wouldn’t fit anyways!”
Yuri struggles a bit beneath the weight of the man above him, hands pinning his shoulders down and then stops resisting, laying perfectly still. Hesitating, Flynn sits back, the cloth forgotten on Yuri’s pillow, and moves some of the dark hair away from his limp friend’s face.
“Yuri?” No answer. Yuri grins to himself and forces down the shudder of laughter when a shadow covers his face, worry evident in every movement. “Yuri, are you alright?”
He waits until Flynn’s peering close to his face when he opens his eyes and moves forward, catching him by the lips and pulling back just as fast. It’s so worth the blank, confused look, the dawning realization, and the red from a mix of embarrassment and anger that goes in phases on Flynn’s face and Yuri can’t help but just roll away just before Flynn punches his face, laughing and dodging the easy blows.
When one lands and Yuri winces, Flynn apologies and asks if he’s alright. Yuri throws one of his own and catches the other on the right cheek and it’s a brawl between the men, who feel like kids again and they land beside each other, bruised and hurting all over, on the floor with grins that reopen Yuri’s split lip and makes Flynn realize his competitor knocked a tooth loose. Poking it with his tongue and wincing at the easy movement, he knows the dentist’ll have a few words with him.
But that’s another afternoon.