For notrosecolored : Bonnie and Clydin' It

[verdad_y_justicia]

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Hernan doesn't spend much time in the water. He takes about an hour, since he figured Scott could use some time to even out, but once that hour is up, he makes his way inside and changes with a decent amount of speed. He also packs a small bag with a couple of changes of clothes; something nicer than what he currently had.

Done, he makes his way over to Scott and leans down to press a kiss to his lips.

"I am done. Ready to go?"

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[notrosecolored]

He's not sure he needed that hour to 'even out', but he actually did and the fact that he's more than ready to pay attention to Hernan when he comes back and has given up arguing with himself is a pretty good indication than Hernan was probably right.

He puts a hand on Hernan's neck to return the kiss.

"Not quite." Well, Hernan had asked. "If I told you I wanted time alone, would you still let me have it?" He doesn't want it. He wants an answer.

[verdad_y_justicia]

Hernan tilted his head and he looked like nothing so much as a very confused Doberman.

"...of course. Why is this a question?"

He leaned back a little.

"I would even make sure to focus my hearing elsewhere that you might have privacy. If you asked for such a thing."

Which was simultaneously making sure that Scott knew that that was an option and making sure that Scott knew that he had to specify that.

[notrosecolored]

"It's a question because I don't actually know you very well and the last thing you said about this was that you wouldn't let go. I didn't know how far that extended."

Now he did, and he was relieved and felt better. He would, however, know to ask if he wanted privacy. ...Scott rarely really wanted privacy. He held his hand up to Hernan, so he could use that leverage to be pulled to his feet.

[verdad_y_justicia]

Hernan actually winced a little.

"My heart, mi vida. My heart will not let go. I am an adult, after all. I know that sometimes, solitude is necessary."

[notrosecolored]

"If you don't think adults can pull that crap, you're wrong." Because Scott was pretty damned prone to it, himself, even if he recognized it was bullshit. "I'm still going to take your word for it. " He leaned in, nipped Hernan's jaw very softly, and inclined his head toward the house. "You want a change of clothes or me to take advantage of the lack of them."

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"They can," he leaned in for a kiss in return, "but they are not Superman, hmm?"

Teasing, though there's a grain of truth in there. When there's literally shit and diddle someone can do to stop you 99% from doing exactly what you want, you either respect people's boundaries or you admit that you're a goddamn monster.

Then he hefted the bag in his hand in front of Scott.

"Already done. And more clothes packed. Though they can always stay in the bag."

[notrosecolored]

"No." But some of them were telepaths and somehow that was... better and worse? It was a shaky allegory, but Scott was holding onto it.

"Drop the bag and your pants."

[verdad_y_justicia]

The bag was dropped. He did one better and tugged his shirt off before opening his jeans and shoving them down his hips. They slid the rest of the way down by themselves.

"Suitable?"

[notrosecolored]

It was odd, but the idea of fucking Hernan had yet to enter Scott's mind - but he clearly had no problem asking for and taking what he wanted. Maybe it was just the way he was wired to seek connection, still, maybe it was something about Superman, maybe it was something else entirely.

Whatever it was, it wasn't intimidation or 'submission'.

Because he was still bossy.

"Good enough," he agreed, then stepped back, dropped and within the space of maybe a half second and without any foreplay had Hernan's cock down his throat.

[notrosecolored]

As they travel northeast across the country with hops back to Hernan's island every day or so, there's a shift in Scott.

It isn't an abrupt change at all, but rather a slow, steady progression. His sleep at night goes from relatively peaceful as long as he's in physical contact with Hernan, to restless, to half-waking a dozen times a night. He initiates sex more, and wants to stay in physical contact with Hernan longer afterward - but conversely only tentatively engages in any kind of casual physical affection. His conversational habits follow a similar trajectory - if he has something to say, he'll say it. If he's talked to, he's perfectly responsive, but he starts conversation less and less often and more and more often when he does, it's about asking necessary questions.

Checking into the hotel in Pennsylvania is a quiet thing on Scott's end, getting in equally quiet. He takes his bag into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and comes out to start the little in room coffee machine. He willget around to talking. Probably. Once they're settled.

[verdad_y_justicia]

If Hernan were a less secure sort of man, he might wonder if this change has anything to do with him. After all, the change had also happened as they had spent more and more time together, and those without much confidence might wonder if the extended time spent in one another's company is what is causing the strain.

Hernan is no such man and he has no such concern. Instead, he is guessing that it is the proximity to Scott's school, to his responsibilities.

He lounges on the bed, watching Scott move around, not so much speaking as making affirmative or negative noises depending on if he agrees with the action.

He'll wait for Scott, but they will have to discuss this. If only for Scott's sake.

[notrosecolored]

Hernan has self-confidence going for him, Scott will give him that much. Actually, Scott will give him anything he wants, pretty much, and certainly all the credit in the world.

... He doesn't let go of people all that easily, either.

Once he's got coffee brewing and has brushed his teeth, and done a bit of a general clean up and changed into fresh clothes after a day on the road, he approaches the bed somewhat warily - mostly noticeable in the fact that he is tense and somewhat slow, and then slowly eases down beside Hernan.

"Do you want the shower?"

[verdad_y_justicia]

He shoos him off.

"You first, mi vida." Because he likes the scent and feel of Scott when he's totally clean.

[notrosecolored]

Good enough for him.

He gets back up and goes back into the bathroom to shower, and stays in there long enough to get, yes, totally clean. He also shaves. So, a good half hour, maybe even a little more before he comes out again.

This time he doesn't approach the bed again but takes the arm chair near the stupid little table/desk.

"All yours."

[verdad_y_justicia]

Hernan nodded, pulling his clothing off in the main room before walking over to Scott and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"I will be out soon."

Then he was in the bathroom and showering.

[notrosecolored]

Scott's shoulders eased a bit, but he stayed in that chair until he heard the shower turn on. Then he got up and walked to the bed, and stripped the comforter off the top because he didn't like it and it was scratchy, walked around the room twice, checked the doors, closed the blinds and curtains and finally resettled sitting on the end of the bed. Where he flipped through television channels until he found a news station.

[verdad_y_justicia]

Hernan made his way out soon enough (he never tended towards very long showers, given that he was used to saving water), rubbing at his hair with the towel with another one wrapped around his hips.

"Should I get dressed or--"

Scott was watching the news, after all.

[notrosecolored]

There was radio silence from Scott for a solid week. He could have drawn it out even longer, thought himself in circles about it, tied himself in knots, but he wouldn't have gotten any further and knew it.

So in the end he - picked up the phone in spite of not needing it, climbed up to the roof of the school and sent one more text that just said:

I'm ready to talk.

[verdad_y_justicia]

Two minutes.

It took two minutes for Hernan to arrive, stopping in the air across from Scott.

His beard had mostly grown back, his costume unrumpled and no indication on his face of what he thought might face him. Instead, he held out his phone before returning it to his pocket. He had come because Scott had texted him. If it had been a mistake, now was the time to say. He would leave.

[notrosecolored]

It wasn't a mistake. Scott didn't understand the phone at first and that showed in the crease between his eyebrows but, in the end, he simply shook his head faintly.

"Everything kept coming back to me, somehow. What I need, what I've got to give, and the fact that I spent most of the time we were together using the hell out of you. I... don't know the answers to any of those questions, but I don't want to keep doing what I was, either. You deserve more than that."

If Scott could find it to give.

[verdad_y_justicia]

He flew a little closer, slow and curious, watching Scott's face and his eyes through the glasses. His own eyes held nothing; the unearthly blue was utterly blank, and what some might think was a wall, Scott may understand as a door.

Locked on Scott's side. It was Scott's choice to unlock that door.

"And what do you want?"

[notrosecolored]

"I'm not sure answering that question fully is a good idea," he said, gently. He stood up, walked toward the edge of the roof, but not directly in toward Hernan - he moved at an angle, instead. "But I think you having Kirk might actually... make things more fair to you."

[verdad_y_justicia]

"I would like to hear the full answer," he admitted with the first sign of humanity, the first real hints of life on his face.

"But you will say what you wish and no more. What do you mean about Kirk?"

[notrosecolored]

"I mean that I still don't feel like an entire purpose and I know that whatever I can give you isn't going to be enough for you." Which is maybe why the Kirk situation was hard for him to take. Not because there was another person but he already knows he can't be... enough.

[verdad_y_justicia]

Hernan looked at him for a moment and then his eyes went a little harder.

"So I have not helped you so much as all that. You still will not give yourself a seat at the table."