Felix wasn't entirely sure how long they'd been liplocking by the time his phone buzzed in his pocket, signaling he had a message. He figured it was probably Lila, updating him on how things had gone after the great rescue, until he heard a similar buzzing coming from Lennon's phone a split second later.
With a disgruntled grunt he pulled back, rolling his eyes as he reached in for the device, offering a resigned sigh. "I swear to fucking christ, if someone's poking both of us this had better be fucking good."
As he thumbed around the screen navigation, he nibbled lightly on his own tender lips, chasing the taste of skin to tide him over what would hopefully be a very short detour. Unless something good was happening. Which, it turned out, was the case. It took actual effort to make sure he was schooling his face into shock rather than delight as Oliver's message popped up, signaling that the plan had indeed worked. Fuck he really wanted to watch those feeds now. "What the actual fuck?"