Ficlet: Issues with Masculinity (PG-13) Title: Issues with Masculinity Rating/Warning: PG-13 Summary: Never touch a tin man's gun - until he asks. Prompt: Tin Man, Glitch/Cain, issues with masculinity
Issues with Masculinity
"Sort of like Cain's issues with masculinity," Glitch said slyly.
Cain made a point of relaxing unconcernedly in his chair, careful not to display so much as a glimmer of his amusement at the turn in conversation. There was a great deal about him that his friends didn't know.
"Ambrose," the Queen gasped in mock disapproval, her lavender eyes twinkling.
DG snorted. "Oh, come on. Mr. Cain's not that bad. Although now that you mention it, he is awfully fond of that gun of his."
A muscle in his arm twitched, but Wyatt managed to restrain himself from reaching inside his coat to pat said gun reassuringly. Instead, he gazed out the window as though seeing the familiar-yet-breathtaking view for the first time.
"He wants to touch it, just look at him," Glitch grinned. "Repressing something there, Cain?"
"Nope," he answered, drawing the word out. It was hard to keep from smiling, but everyone was having fun and he magnanimously decided not to spoil it for them.
"Can I touch it, then?" Before he'd even finished saying it, Glitch had somehow managed to loom over him, long fingers reaching for his chest.
The next thing Wyatt knew, his hand was covering his gun protectively and he was glaring up at Glitch. "Absolutely not."
"Wait a minute. What exactly are they talking about, here?" DG deadpanned.
"I'll tell you when you're older, dear," said Ahamo replied in the same tone.
Wyatt was not blushing.
"Denial, Cain, is not a healthy way to live. I told you once already - or at least I think I did - professional psychiatric care-"
Wyatt stood up slowly, making a point of brushing off and adjusting his clothing. He then stepped into Glitch's personal space, reached over and grabbed the rambling man, who shut up for once, frowning at him.
A quick glance through peripheral vision showed him that they had a very attentive audience. Good.
He stopped trying to hide the grin that had been threatening since the discussion began. "I'm not in denial, sweetheart," he said. "But there's something called projection that you might want to look up."
And before Glitch could respond, Wyatt leaned over and kissed him full on the lips.
He'd meant to have the last word, give a stunned Glitch one hell of a kiss and then make a smooth exit.
Unfortunately, it had been so long since he kissed anyone that he'd forgotten how hard it could be to stop. Especially when the kiss in question was shockingly intimate, made of sweet, rich touches of lips and tongue, drawn out slowly and savored as though it would have to last. And instead of freezing in surprise or pulling away, Glitch's hands came up to rest on Wyatt's shoulders and he leaned in closer, began to take control. Wyatt might have let him even if he hadn't been trying to make a point; the man kissed like he fought, smooth and stunning and passionate.
The surge of heat building rapidly between them probably shouldn't have come as a surprise, but then it wasn't as though he'd ever thought of kissing Glitch before.
Well, maybe once or twice, like when Glitch had woken up from his brain surgery and actually remembered who Wyatt was. Or when he'd used his rank as Queen's Advisor to sneak into the prison and pour Mobat powder in Zero's shorts. Or when he was struck with an idea and forgot everything else and Wyatt still had to remind him where he was. Or when he went on yet another unconsciously provocative tangent about rhythm. Or when he smiled. Or when it rained. Or Tuesdays.
A rude, rather loud cough reminded him that there were other people in the room. He felt Glitch start to pull away and couldn't resist following for one more quick taste, then another and another until they really had to stop before DG or the Queen did something extreme.
Glitch pulled back slowly, his hands moving from Wyatt's shoulders to gently pat inside his coat.
"Looking for this?" Wyatt took a step back and slipped his gun from his thigh holster, where he'd covertly stashed it when he'd stood up. He grinned at Glitch's obviously dismayed expression. "You're going to have to work a lot harder than that."
Wyatt turned and left the room, but not before catching Glitch's eye one last time and nodding slightly.
Not five minutes later, Glitch met him in his private rooms. And after a long and intense discussion, Wyatt not only allowed but encouraged him to play with his gun.