Hand Holding - Rictor and Shatterstar
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xp_logsRictor and Shatterstar go on a date and hold hands for no reason at all.
It was unseasonably warm. You didn't even need a coat so their trip to Salem Center had them both getting ice cream. Shatterstar watched Rictor openly, still surprised Julio said he loved him. He liked to be able to watch him. Like the sun. His best friend and more now.
A best friend and more who was very into his cone of "Mexican" chocolate (a pleasantly spicy ice cream with cinnamon and cayenne) that it took him a moment to realize he was being observed. He felt his face grow warm and it wasn't from the dessert. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have ice cream on my face?"
"I just like looking at you," Shatter said and reached his free hand for Julio's free hand, not sure the other would take it.
A brief pause, then Rictor broke out in a broad grin and laughed, and took Star's hand in his, interlacing their fingers. As always, their gifts reach out to each other, sending a non–ice cream chill down Rictor's spine. "What part of me do you like looking at the most?" he teased
"I like when you smile," Shatterstar said, not picking up on any flirting from him. He squeezed Rictor's hand for just a moment, letting Rictor's vibrations move through him, through his bones and the air pockets within until they settled inside of him.
Their hands fit together. And here they were- with no excuse for the hand holding.
But they did not need an excuse any more, did they? They could just do it whenever they wanted, just for the fun of it. That thought alone kept the smile on Rictor's face, never mind how much that pleased Star. Another feedback loop between them, to complement their mutant gifts.
"Your ice cream will melt if you let it sit there." Rictor leaned over to steal a bit from Shatterstar's cone.
Shatterstar took a bite of his own ice cream, watching Rictor's mouth and the little bit of white on it from the ice cream. This was just like a movie, and Shatterstar of all people would know.
"I have had a realization," he said, hand still tight in Rictor's. "We are on a date."
"Oh, yeah, I guess we are." What did that make all their movie nights and workouts and trips to town for burgers, Rictor wondered. Not dates but also not not dates? What would these be going forward? Should dates be something bigger, something to splurge on? "We should go somewhere nicer and fancier next time, no?"
"If you would like," Shatterstar said, looking at how their hands interlocked with each other. He was holding hands with Rictor, and just because they were on a date. "If we can hold hands there."
There were so many questions about their new relationship and what it inherited from their friendship, but many things were obvious. For instance: "You would have to pry my hand free from yours."
It was unseasonably warm. You didn't even need a coat so their trip to Salem Center had them both getting ice cream. Shatterstar watched Rictor openly, still surprised Julio said he loved him. He liked to be able to watch him. Like the sun. His best friend and more now.
A best friend and more who was very into his cone of "Mexican" chocolate (a pleasantly spicy ice cream with cinnamon and cayenne) that it took him a moment to realize he was being observed. He felt his face grow warm and it wasn't from the dessert. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have ice cream on my face?"
"I just like looking at you," Shatter said and reached his free hand for Julio's free hand, not sure the other would take it.
A brief pause, then Rictor broke out in a broad grin and laughed, and took Star's hand in his, interlacing their fingers. As always, their gifts reach out to each other, sending a non–ice cream chill down Rictor's spine. "What part of me do you like looking at the most?" he teased
"I like when you smile," Shatterstar said, not picking up on any flirting from him. He squeezed Rictor's hand for just a moment, letting Rictor's vibrations move through him, through his bones and the air pockets within until they settled inside of him.
Their hands fit together. And here they were- with no excuse for the hand holding.
But they did not need an excuse any more, did they? They could just do it whenever they wanted, just for the fun of it. That thought alone kept the smile on Rictor's face, never mind how much that pleased Star. Another feedback loop between them, to complement their mutant gifts.
"Your ice cream will melt if you let it sit there." Rictor leaned over to steal a bit from Shatterstar's cone.
Shatterstar took a bite of his own ice cream, watching Rictor's mouth and the little bit of white on it from the ice cream. This was just like a movie, and Shatterstar of all people would know.
"I have had a realization," he said, hand still tight in Rictor's. "We are on a date."
"Oh, yeah, I guess we are." What did that make all their movie nights and workouts and trips to town for burgers, Rictor wondered. Not dates but also not not dates? What would these be going forward? Should dates be something bigger, something to splurge on? "We should go somewhere nicer and fancier next time, no?"
"If you would like," Shatterstar said, looking at how their hands interlocked with each other. He was holding hands with Rictor, and just because they were on a date. "If we can hold hands there."
There were so many questions about their new relationship and what it inherited from their friendship, but many things were obvious. For instance: "You would have to pry my hand free from yours."
