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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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The very first thought to hit him at his back hits the ground is the mildly alarmed what've I gotten myself into. The one following almost immediately after, just from seeing that glint in Glitch's eyes, is a very encouraging line ofvery selfish, can't have that, it's only fair.

All he gets out is "Uh. Right."

Returning the favour. In broad daylight. Outside.

He goes bright pink in the face.

Glitch giggles madly and tries to pull open Cain's shirt by sheer violence of popping buttons, determined to get to his chest. He's watched that chest a lot, he wants to lick and taste and kiss and touch and know he gets to do it and no one else does.

"You're beautiful in sunlight."

Later, after having searched for every last missing button flying everywhere, Wyatt will wonder how in the world he'll explain it to anyone who asks. Then he'll decide not to explain anything. It's nobody's business but theirs.

But right now, he's much more preoccupied with the feel of Glitch's mouth on him. He's painfully hard already from going to town on his lover, but the pain is good in a way. It takes the edge off the pleasure, and he thinks he'll need that.

He swallows, throat dry. "So are you."

They're doing nothing wrong. They're a pair of lovers long parted and just reunited, there's a certain amount of enthusiasm and displays of affection expected.

Glitch nips softly, licks over nips and kisses them, wriggling down quickly to keep Wyatt from being worked up and over the edge before he gets to try this himself.

Pants hold him up, his lips teasing along his belt line while he tries and fails to get the belt undone. "Dammit... Wyatt, make everything open."

He breathes heavier just from the short journey of lips and tongue and teeth down to his pants, and he doesn't even hesitate to give Glitch a helping hand, even if they're just a touch unsteady from the renewed rush of adrenaline.

The belt is worked open, the zipper is pulled down and his thumbs hooked into and pushing the front down. Just enough to lay himself bare.

Glitch is only a limited amount of help, but he's enthusiastic and on the verge of drooling at the scent the promise of taste behind it, the sight. It never stops being a fantastic sight.

He groans and goes on instinct. He swirls his tongue around the crown, the tip probing delicately around the edge.

He shudders, long gone memories dashing their way to the surface, distorted hints of knowing what to expect, but not knowing it at all until he feels it all over again. There are words inside his head roaring to get out, and his mouth works in vain, because all he gets out is noise. He imagines this is what an volcano must feel like, building up for eruption over aeons at a time. Just, the look on Glitch's face.

"Hnnng-- ff--uh!"

Now he knows exactly why Glitch wouldn't shut up without his help.

Glitch giggles and presses his lips to the very tip, tongue flicking against the slit and rubbing softly. He moans as he gets a good taste, flavour rolling over his tongue and it's a hundred percent Wyatt.

His legs seize up, stiff as planks as he tries not to move, won't move, won't strain against anything because he's already enjoying himself enough.

But this is new too, despite the fact it isn't, it feels new, and he can't seem to get enough air down his lungs.

He squeezes his eyes shut, teeth bared in a grin skating the edge of pain and pleasure. He won't make a sound, he won't, he won't, not for anyone but Glitch.

One long fingered hand drops down and strokes over Wyatt's skin, wriggling into his clothes to cup and stroke his sac, even as he slides his lips to engulf the tip and suckle on it with another moan and faint giggle.

Through clenched jaws and gritted teeth: "Not. Funny."

He shudders again, but what's another quake when you have dark lips and a tease of a tongue doing things to you that no one has in over a decade?

Glitch looks, all raised eyebrows and wide, dark eyes and faint smile in his gaze and lips as he innocently sucks once more, lips popping free. "I'm just having a wonderful time. Aren't you?"

He ducks his head back down to do it again.

It isn't the first pop that does it.

It's the second that shoves him right to the edge and leaves him hanging. "Oh, Gods."

Yes, yes, wonderful. Very. Ecstatic, even.

Glitch moans and sucks again, tongue teasing and licking firmly. His fingers rolls and squeeze lightly, petting and touching because he wants too.

If it were possible to fuck someone's brains out, Wyatt's would be dripping out of his ears. Instead, after one, eternal moment where pleasure burns through his entire body, centered and hottest right under Glitch's lips; after trembling violently and squirming on the ground like a reptile for hundreds of annuals, Wyatt melts.

He quite literally melts, that's how relaxed he is.

Or so it feels like.

Glitch isn't really any better than Cain at this, shocked and half choking, but laughing anyway, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand and half landing on Wyatt for a cuddle. "You're gorgeous. You even taste gorgeous."

And licks the back of his hand while he waits for Cain to recover enough to appreciate a kiss.

Nonsense. He always appreciates kisses.

He just needs to remember how to move first. "Ohhh...Glitch."

Glitch dives down for a deep kiss, tongues brushing and teasing. "Gorgeous."

"Mmmmm," he agrees, lifting his arms to rest around Glitch's back. "Gorgeous."

Glitch snuggles and rest his head on Cain's shoulder. "Can we stay here?"

"I'm not going anywhere." Not anytime soon, he isn't.

"I like being in the sunlight with you." He snuggles in more.

Letting go of Glitch with one arm, he fumbles blindly for his hat, finds it, and places it on top of Glitch's head to shield them both from the sun. Wouldn't want the zipper to get too warm.

"Me too, Sweetheart. I love it."

Glitch giggles again at the hat and moves so it shelters both of them. "We can move under the tree in a few moments."

He sighs heavily, content beyond words. "Uhuh. Just as long as you let me do up my pants first.

"We could just lie there in the shade. Melt into each other."