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After dinner, DG and Azkadellia headed off early, due to the fact that they had an early morning presentation that DG didn't want to go to.

It left the boys together, comfortably full and picking crumbs off plates. Kalm was lying on his side, Glitch lazily rubbing his slightly swollen belly as the boy settled in to digest. Raw was eying off the fire place, which had been lit and stoked up and had a large rug in front of it that was inviting rolling and lazing.

Kalm belched and Glitch laughed, patting his stomach. "Excuse you."

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He blinks, momentarily dumbfounded, wondering what else he doesn't remember that Glitch has forgotten or simply neglected to tell him.

"Well...you're right about that."

"It made sense." At the time, he had nothing but Cain's interest at heart, curling back to back with him under the blankets. "And you slept solid."

He smiles, shaking his head slowly. "Mystery solved, huh?"

"What mystery," Glitch asks.

"Of how come I slept that night, but barely got any shut eye before or after."

Just nightmares. Always nightmares.

"Oh. Yeah, probably." And he briefly wonders if he damaged Wyatt with that, made him associate Glitch and sleep and comfort.

"...I'm teasing you, just so we're clear."

Or rather, trying to and not doing a very good job of it.

"I like that you sleep better with me there. I sleep.. well, I go back to sleep better with you there." Less glitching and disorientation.

He nods, brushing his hand from Glitch's hairline and back, covering the zipper all the way to where his hair meets his pants leg. "Yeah... Waking up isn't quite so jarring when you're sprawled all over me."

Glitch closes his eyes, murmuring softly. "I remember where I am. Or who I'm with, that's the main thing."

He notes airily, doing his best to keep a straight face. It isn't working. "The most stunningly handsome Tin Man in all the zone, you mean? Yeah. That's the main thing."

After that ball? They made headlines in one of the society gossip magazines. Wyatt's only just catching up, and finding it all highly amusing.

He kept the pictures, but that's a secret.

"Mm? Yes, you are. My most stunningly handsome Tin Man in all the zone." He leans up a bit to invite a kiss.

And a kiss he gets, albeit a small one. And another small one, and maybe even a third.

Just looking down at his lover, happy and tranquil, is enough incentive. He gets a third kiss, and that one lingers on.

The one that lingers gets returned with lingering kisses back, Glitch letting a hint of tongue trail over Wyatt's lower lip.

That little hint of tongue does all kinds of wonderful things to him, and he chuckles into the kiss, wrapping one arm under Glitch's and pulling him up just a bit. Somehow, hugs just make kissing that much sweeter. Or, more likely, it's a clever excuse to get Glitch closer.

Kalm murmurs at all the commotion, rolling away from it, and ends up sailing through the air as he goes over the edge, all limbs and fluffy hair. He goes straight to Raw, mumbling unhappily, and burrows into his arms. Then, clever little tyke he is, he grabs the sleeve of Jeb's shirt and pulls him close too. He heaves a great big sigh of contentment when Jeb's close enough, and promptly goes back to sleep.

Leaving Jeb pressed side to side with a grinning Raw, and pink as cherry candies.

Hugging and kissing is much better than just outright boring kissing, because it means there's a warm body there and you're close and cuddled and intimate.

Anyone can kiss. Hugging takes intimacy. He kisses Wyatt again, pushing the border of "not in public' kisses.

Even Kalm falling off doesn't distract him from it.

In Wyatt's humble opinion, backed up by experience, kids are tougher than they look, and if they go to their father figure number one after tumbling off the bed, then father figure number one is the guy they want.

"I've missed you," he murmurs softly between kisses. "So much."

"I missed you too," Glitch whispers back. "Missed everything about you."

Raw looks to them, then nudges Jeb. "Jeb help Raw move Kalm. Fire in Raw's room warm too."

The love birds might want some privacy that they didn't have the night before.

Silently, Jeb and his Viewer friends leave for Raw's room. But that's another story, for another time.

Wyatt's smile broadens into a grin as he cups the back of Glitch's neck. "Everything?"

Glitch notes that they're alone, because it is immediately relevant to his plans. "Everything." He wraps his arms around Wyatt's neck. "Absolutely everything."

"Good..." He starts rubbing Glitch's neck slowly, gently, hoping it isn't too much of a distraction.

"There's not one part of you I didn't miss."

Glitch sinks, a boneless puddle of happiness with that touch. "Even my zipper and inability to cope with buttons?" He sounds happy.

"Yes. I love your zipper, of course I missed it." He keeps up the massage, tucking Glitch's head against his chest.

"I missed helping you with your buttons too. Missed dancing with you. I even missed your glitches, strange as it sounds."

"I had a lot of those," he says casually. "DG says I ran away from Azkadellia twice, and Ambrose forgot who Her Majesty was." He leans in, safely tucked in close and enjoying the massage. "I missed the way you call me Sweetheart and the smell of leather and dust when you come in from outside. I missed waking up because you've kicked me and then cuddled me in close again."

The smile fades, but he keeps touching, keeps holding his lover as close as possible. "I missed the look on your face when I call you Sweetheart. Even if you remembered me before I said it, your eyes would light up like magic. I missed sleeping with you."

A beat.

"I missed every interpretation of that term. I missed holding you. I missed being mushy and sentimental and giving everyone else cavities from the way we were behaving."