#coldatom hell

The best part is that this wall is inside Leonard’s room, and that Leonard’s door is locked tight. Well, maybe that’s not the best part, the best part maybe is Leonard’s teeth grazing across his skin. Ooh, or maybe Leonard’s roaming hands, fisting in his hair and grasping at his waist, and slipping under his shirt. Or maybe it’s the light groans coming from the other man’s mouth. Maybe it’s--okay, it’s everything.

Everything.

Leonard drags Ray over to the bed, and Ray is so excited that he has to keep from bouncing up and down a little bit. That’s not sexy, and he knows that Leonard knows he’s a dork, but he still wants to seem cool and collected and not like the dork he is. Leonard still probably catches on because he laughs, low and sultry, and god, that’s sexy. 

Ray wishes he could be as effortlessly sexy as Leonard is, instead of just an oversized awkward mess of limbs and goofy smiles. 

Leonard straddles Ray, slipping his hands under Ray’s shirt and pulling it up and off, tossing it away. Ray looks up at--his lover?--Leonard, running his hands up Leonard’s sides. 

“Lights, Gideon,” Leonard commands breathlessly, and Gideon kills the lights.

“Wait, what?” Ray asks. “No, Gideon, don’t turn the lights off. Leonard, what are you doing?” 

Gideon turns the lights back on. 

“Lights off, Gideon.”

“Stop, Gideon. Leonard, I want to see you,” Ray insists. 

“Gentlemen, I can continue to turn the lights on and off, but I recommend that you make up your minds as to which one you would prefer,” Gideon sounds out over the speakers, and Leonard groans, resting his forehead on Ray’s shoulder. 

“Thanks, Gideon,” Ray says, and rests his hands gently on Leonard’s waist. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Leonard’s words are almost unintelligible, muttered quickly and muffled against Ray’s chest. 

“Idon’twantyoutoseeme.”

Ray is stunned. “Why would you not want me to see you? You’re gorgeous.”

Leonard shakes his head, his face still pressed against Ray’s shoulder. “You’re just so...” He sits back on his heels and looks down at Ray. “You’re so muscled. And gorgeous. And toned. And I’m...” He trails off, his eyes narrowed in a glare, but Ray doesn’t think it’s a glare at him, he thinks Leonard is annoyed with himself. 

“You’re what?” Ray prods. 

Leonard takes a deep breath and runs his hands down his face. “I’m chubby,” he says, his hands slightly muffling his voice again. 

“Good,” Ray says, with conviction. 

Leonard peels his hands away from his face. “What?” he asks, looking dubiously down at Ray. 

“Good,” Ray repeats. His hands are still on Leonard’s waist and he rubs his thumbs against the soft skin he feels there, under Leonard’s shirt. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve had you pressed up against me quite a few times in the past week or whatever--however the passage of time works when we’re in the temporal zone--anyway, it’s not like I’m gonna be surprised at your body type, Leonard.”

Leonard still looks mystified, so Ray continues.

“I like that you’re soft,” he says. “You’re comfortable, you’re pleasant to touch, and I...” He runs his right hand over from Leonard’s waist, across his stomach. “I like this,” he says, blushing. 

“You do?” Leonard asks, placing his hand over Ray’s, resting on the curve of his stomach. 

“I do,” Ray says, smiling brightly. “I really do.”

“Gideon,” Leonard says, grabbing the neck of his shirt to pull it over his head, “leave the lights on.”