[closed] back when we were kids

[thinkfirst]

Who: Flynn & Yuri
What: having a much-needed conversation they should have had a while ago
When: February 9th
Where: their house in Crenshaw

Content Warnings: Mentions of sad teen angst and sad teen fights and also maybe day-drinking, who knows what these boys got up to

Flynn leaves camp a little early that day.

His ride with Daisy was enough to clear his head a little, enough to get him through a day of working through strategies with the engineers over in the mechyard, but Flynn knows himself well enough by now to know that he's certainly distracted. His thoughts keep straying to Yuri and the flippancy in his voice, the insistence that he hadn't done anything with that time.

Flynn doesn't know, is the thing. He knows a little of what Yuri was up to in the Lower Quarter, knows about his actions and their consequences and the gossip that had chased after him in their wake (wasn't that your friend, Flynn?; those Lower Quarter brutes just need a firm hand; a hundred other phrases that had burrowed under his skin like termites, that Flynn had gritted his teeth and smiled through). He has no idea what Yuri felt about all those years. He doesn't even know how Yuri feels, really, about—

About everything. The way they left things, what felt like the end of their friendship, the ragged chasm between them that made Flynn question everything that they were. They've built a bridge over all of that, and it feels solid beneath Flynn's feet, but peeking over the edge is a terrifying thing, which of course means that they should probably just jump into it the way brave people do in the face of terror.

The conversation didn't start there, of course. It started somewhere so ridiculous, so—Yuri.

But Flynn is walking into it, bundled up with hearty greens and early potatoes, a few soft onions left over from the year before, and some hard cheese with an interesting profile that Yuri hadn't put on the list but that Flynn figured he might like. He could have used the lamps to come home and been there in an instant, but the walk through the oddly-sunny afternoon, buffeted by cold wind, has been helpful. He lingered a little in the market, talking to the vendors, learning about their business and their worries and the things they wanted changed. Now, with the sun just starting to sink below the jumbled roofs of Crenshaw, he finally shoves open their creaking little gate.

Their tiny patch of front garden is overgrown. Flynn thinks about his promise to Blue to plant seeds there, notes that he needs to get some seeds for them along with oil for the gate, and pushes open the door while Daisy vanishes into smoke and simply reappears on the other side, apparently impatient to get into the warmth.

"It was going to take two seconds," he tells her, grinning, and Daisy simply reappears, much smaller, and trots on delicate hooves into the kitchen to find Repede. Flynn shakes his head and shuts out the cold evening behind.

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[vibing]

"Oh, yeah," Yuri takes the shoulder with a grunt, and ducks back in to grapple with Flynn, trying to push him back toward the table. "Yeah, what was that again? Oh, right, that you didn't know what 69ing is, you prude."

This is so much easier than talking about his feelings. So, so much easier.

[thinkfirst]

"Prude!" Flynn manages to catch his elbows, keeping Yuri's weight a little further back so he doesn't slide quite as quickly in his socks across their floor. Yuri is definitely still pushing him, at least until he leans his own weight into the hold to try and pin Yuri to the counter instead. "It's not fair to call someone you're sleeping with a prude. Not with the things I've done."

[vibing]

Damn Flynn and his greater body mass. As soon as he starts pushing back, Yuri doesn't really stand a chance. They almost reach a stalemate in the middle of the kitchen, but Flynn is just that much stronger that he gets the upperhand. Yuri grunts, trying to push back, but he's slowly pushed back across the tiled floor under Flynn has him against the counter.

Breathless and grinning, he murmurs, "think it's really fair. You're a fucking prude unless we're in bed."

[thinkfirst]

He's such an asshole, and he knows it, and apparently Flynn likes it, which he's going to have to interrogate later. What is it about that little confident curve of Yuri's mouth, that breathless way he talks when he gets like this?

"This," Flynn says, out of nowhere, slotting one leg between Yuri's thighs to keep him pinned, "is why I thought you knew what you were doing."

[vibing]

"What, because I'm not afraid to say balls?" He snorts a laugh, but doesn't fight back. This is kind of hot, really. It's kind of hot when Flynn knows what he wants, even if he can't use the words.

[thinkfirst]

"Because you're so casual about it!" Flynn protests, half-laughing, half-embarrassed as he presses Yuri down, easy as anything. He likes Yuri like this, pinned under his bulk, his eyes bright and snapping. He likes that Yuri lets him do it, and that is something else entirely to think about, something to interrogate when he has the time, when they haven't just talked about so many deep-rooted things.

[vibing]

"What's there to be weird about? Come on, man," Yuri laughs, leaning back and letting Flynn into his space. It would be weird with anyone else, but with Flynn? With Flynn, he's happy to have him in his space, glad to share it because he trusts Flynn so incredibly much that letting him into his space is more like a relief than an intrusion.

[thinkfirst]

"I," Flynn starts, and snaps his mouth shut, his cheeks flaring pink. Yuri really is so casual about it, and once again, Flynn envies him that. There's an ease with which Yuri moves through the world that Flynn could never replicate. He's confident in his own beliefs, in the things he knows. He's confident even in this, and he's never done it before Flynn, which is something that Flynn really needs to spend more time with.

All that envy and respect is probably evident to Yuri right now, with Flynn so close, and he realizes that and huffs a bit, pressing Yuri's wrists behind him. "There's plenty to be weird about."