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Six weeks is a long time for anyone. For Glitch, it is both forever and no time at all, depending on the exact minute.

Overall, it's been a long time. He's been glitching again, not severely, but more than he prefers. Going through his old labs in Central City, in the palace itself, he's remembering glimpses that flinch away as he reaches for them.

He has no concept of how long has passed. No one's thought to really remind him, he almost prefers not knowing. And no one was sure about when the Tin men would return, so no one really pushed it.

Which is why Glitch isn't waiting for them when they return. He's sitting in the garden, reading his old diaries and half listening to the whispers of Ambrose. He's still wearing Cain's hat though.

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Glitch pauses, and looks up at Wyatt, eyes wide with amazement. "You-"

"Master Ambrose! Her Majesty is looking for you- Oh!" The manservant stumbles back behind a hedge. "Her Majesty requests you in the Main Hall. I'm sure she wasn't aware that you're with company..."

Wyatt will readily admit to himself, while letting the back of his head thud dully into the ground, that What if some twerp walks in on us before I get some sort of positive response? was the furthest from his mind.

If timing were a tangible concept, he'd strangle it.

He'll just have to settle for a sigh, and a peck to Glitch's cheek. "Go on. Her Majesty needs you, Her Majesty needs you." He can't compete with that.

Glitch looks back to Cain, up to the messenger, back again. "Tell Her Majesty that unless it's an emergency, I'm taking this afternoon for myself since Wyatt is home."

The messenger nods and leaves in a hurry.

"Now..." Glitch purrs. "Where were we?"

He blinks, not expecting that response. Once he's certain the servant's left, he looks at Glitch's cat got the canary grin, and asks, "You can do that? Just...take an afternoon off? For me?"

"Why not? The building isn't going to run off during the night, it'll be there tomorrow for work. And if it isn't an emergency, it's my day and my time and she and Ambrose can just wait. I haven't had you for weeks and weeks."

He does have a point. An entire batch full of very valid points that he's more than happy to support. It's been a long, long several weeks. "You're right. It's been far too long."

"Far, far too long." He sits up enough to push Cain's coat open and starts trying to unbuckle his holster so they're not lying with his gun right there.

"Sorry about that." He lets Glitch have a go at the closures before butting in with a helping hand. "I got distracted."

Not that that's new where him and Glitch is concerned.

"So, you kept a diary while I was away, didn't you? We were going to read it together when I got back, get us both up to date on what you've been up to."

It's just a suggestion.

"Reading later." He tugs to slide off the leather and drop it to the side, undoing the snaps of his vest and pushing his hands up under Wyatt's shirt. "I want to be with you. Close and just us."

He shivers, comes entirely too close to giggling from the unexpectedness of hands up his shirt in the Queen's garden.

"Not out here you don't!" But despite the exclamation, there's a quite blatant promise in there as well. It implies things, see, of what they might get up to elsewhere.

"Why not here? No one will disturb us." He grins wickedly at Cain. "Come on, Tin man, live a little."

"You know what, Sweetheart? Someone just did, and I'm not roaring for an encore."

"They won't after that." Not by the time the servant mentions what he saw. He kisses Wyatt slow and deep, tender and wanting and with all the emotion of six weeks of 'I miss you'. One of those kisses.

One of those kisses that go right to Wyatt's head, and no necessarily the one that does the rational thinking. His eyes close, his arms go around Glitch again and pulls him close, because it really has been too long. Too many nights of being unable to sleep for the images that flash before your eyes and staying up watching the stars and the moons, wondering if Glitch is out dancing.

He moans despite himself.

He presses in close, close as he can, hands skimming Wyatt's sides as they kiss, slow and deep.

He's missed this. He remembers it, but the memory is hazy and only there from being re-written and re-read. He wants it fresh, like this, lively and real.

It's been fresh and vibrant and vivid in Wyatt's mind since he left; not being able to act on it is his problem. Now that he can, despite the risk of getting caught blaring through his head like a foghorn, he can't keep his hands to himself.

His lips close over every square of skin, along his jaw, down his neck, skimming his ear at a whim; his hands press through fabric to feel and map familiar ground all over again. He feels alive again.

Glitch kisses back, wild, erratic kisses on whatever he can reach at the time, clinging onto Wyatt tightly. "Missed you," he whispers. "Missed you so much."

His hands bunch up fabric, rush to the front to fiddle with buttons, then deciding he can't be bothered and instead pulls his shirt up. Why?

So he can kiss his way all over his chest. All over. This is something he's been wanting to do since they first went from kissing to making out like adolescents on the couch.

Glitch obliges, lifting his arms and then rolling them over, away from the gun so he's lying on his back, Cain over him, giggling like a teenager and arching into the kisses.

Somewhere along the way, Wyatt loses his hat and doesn't bother getting it back. He props himself up slightly to the side of the other man, running his hands over his torso and absorbing every last little sensation. Like the fact Glitch's ribs don't feel quite so sharp anymore, and that the muscles he could feel the last time they touched now seem more defined.

"I love you like this," he says with a warm smile, lips moving over still pale skin, just brushing over one taut nipple. "Happy and bubbly and full of spark."

Glitch lays back in the warm grass, smiling and bubbly with pure joy. He watched Wyatt's face with a fond gaze, sighing and pushing into touches. "I like feeling this way. It happens every time I'm with you- Oh!" He gasps at the lips on nipple, moaning slightly.

That warrants some...more extensive exploration. His lips close around it, tongue and teeth warring for which gets to join in first.

But what else it does is get him thinking; thinking back to what it felt like to wrap his fingers around Glitch's cock for the first time, the way it looked, the way they smelled. He wonders, suddenly, what it would be like to use his mouth down there, what Glitch would sound like if he did, what he'd taste like.

He wonders if it would short circuit his brain; he wonders if that would be such a bad thing.

He thinks maybe it wouldn't. One hand reaches down, down the hem of Glitch's pants, while his other hand covers the other nipple to rub the skin around it.

Glitch wriggles and gasps and smiles, reaching to hold onto Wyatt, panting softly and basking in attention and sunlight.

He writhes a bit more as hands stroke and touch and tug softly. "Oh Wyatt... don't stop, your touch is warmer than the sunlight."

He lifts his head for a quick kiss to the lips, and the softly spoken promise that he won't. Then he bends his head to Glitch's breastbone, and starts working his way down.

Slowly.

Painstakingly slowly, following the insistent rhythm of his hand around Glitch's cock. It's a promise he intends on keeping, unspoken or not.

Glitch moves with Wyatt, keeping his movements steady and breathing sharp and short as he was kissed. "Yes... Oh wow, wow, really, good. All so good."