"You may be even more forward than I am, a true feat." It's not a bad thing, which John makes known by leaning against Midnighter's side and looking up. John is of a respectable height, but Midnighter still seems to absolutely dwarf him.
John lifts his arm alongside his torso, extending an index finger backward to poke Midnighter playfully against the chest. "Though you could do with being a little closer."
"Seems like I gotta be, to get some fucking attention, here. Fry a sea monster for you, help you get rid of a demon. What's a guy gotta do? You're the most expensive cheap date I've ever had."
With John's arms around him, it's easy to lean back, lying down until John is sprawled out atop him. It's a nice view.
"Need I remind you that I was the one who did the actual frying? Unless you're hiding something in your fingers that I don't know about."
John ignores the rest of the complaint, instead grabbing one of Midnighter's hands in his own and turning it over in his hands as if inspecting for tiny hidden flamethrowers. Once he's thoroughly certain that there's nothing hidden in M's hand, yet still not quite satisfied, he moves on to the arm to likewise inspect it through touch.
Midnighter rolls his eyes, but he's still grinning. "Feeling dramatic, huh?" He's at a good vantage point to reach over and run his knuckles down the length of John's jaw, feeling the stubble there.
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John lifts his arm alongside his torso, extending an index finger backward to poke Midnighter playfully against the chest. "Though you could do with being a little closer."
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With John's arms around him, it's easy to lean back, lying down until John is sprawled out atop him. It's a nice view.
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John ignores the rest of the complaint, instead grabbing one of Midnighter's hands in his own and turning it over in his hands as if inspecting for tiny hidden flamethrowers. Once he's thoroughly certain that there's nothing hidden in M's hand, yet still not quite satisfied, he moves on to the arm to likewise inspect it through touch.
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