#ptat

PT and AT are less shy about holding hands and kissing now. if AT reaches for PT's hand, PT will take his hand into his. if PT nudges AT and leans in, AT will meet him halfway.

it's like this that they find themselves cuddling on a couch, enjoying each other's presence.

they're each doing their respective thing: AT is zoned in on notes from the other night and PT is fiddling with a protoype Apocalypse cube.

but AT is so deep into his notes, he doesn't catch PT's eyes, or that he's nudging him, or any other signs.

so PT pouts.

"arc," he drawls AT's name like a child.

"psych?" AT responds, blinks, looking PT's way for half a second before returning to his notes.

PT is not amused, "arc, c'mooon, ya said you'd be done like thirty minutes ago."

"mmh, is it thirty minutes?"

"arc," PT whines way too loudly, "it's almost been an hour!" and when AT gives a noncommittal hum, hardly any acknowledgment, PT's leg begins to bounce impatiently as he turns from AT. then stops, & coolly rises, "'m gonna find TTr then-"

PT doesn't get to finish that sentence.

PT blinks, wondering when gravity flipped, and realized after blinking that gravity didn't flip but some bratty tracer has pulled him down back to the couch. he blinks again and finds AT hovering over him, looking incredulous at him.

"you'll do no such thing," AT says simply.

PT would be embarrassed, from their positions alone, but he's too annoyed, "well wha was i suppos' ta do with you ignoring me!"

"i was not ignoring you! i said i'd almost be done and-" AT goes into a spiel about his research & any other time PT would be interested but he's not.

PT's more interested in AT's mouth, those soft lips he felt some hours ago and doesn't realize he's flushed until AT finally stops talking.

"p-psych… ?" he says cautiously, like he already knows where PT's mind is.

PT gasps, "w-what? i wasn't-" but he was.

AT, now equally embarrassed, sits back on PT's legs and also realizes their position, "p-psych--stop moving!"

"'m not!!!"

"you-!" and the PT can't help himself any longer and grips AT's wrist to tug him down for a kiss, hardly chaste at all with the sound AT makes after.

"you--stop it this inst--!"

and AT and PT do both stop when they realize it wasn’t either of them. AT looks as if it's the perfect chance to escape.

but a hand guides AT back to PT and PT is smiling apologetically at AT. "'m sorry. probably went too far, huh? let's find TTr together, 'kay?"

AT fights back his blush and nods at PT. and instead of replying, he wordlessly pecks PT's cheek sweetly, and walk off together.

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MM's face is buried against LP's chest. he refuses to look at LP, but it's not like he has much choice with LP caging him against a wall in the other room. "you really have no shame," MM angry-whispers. LP chuckles & MM can feel the rumble of his chest.

"they're gone now."

"and that makes it any better!?" & now MM raises his voice, glaring angrily up at LP. "really, i can't believe you. why can't you be more like PT-"

LP tips MM'S chin with a gloved hand and leans in, not quite a kiss, just a feather light of touch ghosting against lips, "sorry."

and all MM can do is gasp soundlessly as he feels LP brush his cheek with the back of his knuckles, too tender. "you know," MM starts, "i'd almost believe you," and he brushes his knee between LP's legs "if you weren’t so hard."

and the aborted moan LP chokes back is sweet revenge, music to MM's ears.

"'why can't you be more like AT?'" LP taunts back, voice gruff as he rolls his hips back against MM's.

between heated kisses, MM isn't sure who's making the soft gasps or low moans anymore.

they're both disinterested in any more familiar banter, instead letting their bodies go back and forth between each other. and this too is just as familiar.

--

PT joins LP on the couch, same Apocalypse protype in hand.

"MM's gonna realize you still have that," LP starts.

"you know he's tired of you, AT, and TTr poking in his lab."

PT keeps toying with the cube, pouts, "'m gonna return it. just borrowin' it."

LP's only response is to ruffle PT's hair fondly. he watches PT stand, presumably to return MM's prototype.

"psyker?"

"hmm?"

"maybe… next time take yer own advice?"

MM barely spares LP a glance as he flops on their bed. "is it really so hot that you can't wear a shirt?" MM flips to the next page of his book, sitting up a little straighter.

"make more room for me," LP says, settling beside MM on his stomach and pulling out his tablet again.

MM complies, annoyed and shuffles over more. LP has plenty of room. "where's your shirt," MM tries again, voice unamused.

"oh, somewhere," LP replies distractedly. his tablet screen no longer displays reports and data but that game MM nags at him about playing too much. "why?"

MM sighs, knowing he won't get any more conversation from him so he goes back to his book, flipping pages.

they sit like this for awhile, comfortable, basking in one another’s presence. the soft rustling of MM turning pages of his book. the almost rhythmic beeps from LP's game. LP finishes his round and turns his gaze upwards at MM who immediately catches the look, hand paused before turning a page.

MM makes a noise, curious.

LP hums and smiles, leaning up, eyes closed. and MM, as if on autopilot, leans down to meet LP's lips. it's all second nature for them, lips melding together, soft, the little happy sighs as they kiss again, & again, & again. pulling back, they smile at one another, cheeks red.

"yowch!"

and the soft atmosphere's spell is dispersed, disrupted as they both look around, confused.

immediately, MM is moving to investigate, discarding the book and swing his legs out of the bed.

but LP stops him, hand wrapped around MM's wrist as tugs him back to bed, hovering on him and leaning down to cover his face in kisses.

"psyker--stop, the sound!"

"didn’t hear nothin'," LP murmurs against MM's lips. then even quieter, LP murmurs MM's name, tracing letters tenderly against soft lips. his fingers tangling distractedly in all of MM's locks. he then tugged at MM's lip after, biting down gently to entice his other half further.

MM whines oh so sweetly for him, forgetting completely about the sound entirely as he reaches up to draw LP in for a deeper kiss.

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the tracer's faces are currently redder than their elder counterparts, as it dawns upon them that they were almost caught.

"arc!!!" poor PT's heart was beating so loud he thought AT could hear it. "w-w-why'd ya do that! they almost-"

AT bashfully linked their pinky fingers together.

"w-wh-w-!?" poor PT couldn't catch a break, his ears now tinged red as he looked down at their hands touching.

"psych, lower your voice," and AT scooted closer, his free hand, not being held by PT's hand, resting on PT's thigh nonchalantly.

PT was going to explode, and oh AT was drawing in so much closer and oh. AT was just as embarrassed. he could see how red his ears were too.

cute…

AT bashfully looked away, PT was staring way too hard at him! his hold on PT's hand tightens.

and then PT leans in, because suddenly he can't help himself. his heart is beating so loud but AT is was being so cute right now…

"arc."

"psych-?"

PT's free hand cups AT's cheek, awkwardly at first, as both stared still so embarrassed but PT's thumb ran tenderly over AT's cheek.

and AT made a soft little sound that was music to his ears.

PT closed the gap between them, cupping his cheek to peck AT's lips.

and AT could only laugh softly before pressing back just as sweetly. it's evening now and LP is setting up dinner and PT walks in.

"psyker need any help tonight?"

"nah 'm good, thanks, just go fetch the others." LP puts down a bowl and wipes his hands, turning to PT, "oh and psych?" PT stops and turns to blink at LP.

"next time, maybe you should listen to AT and keep yer voice down." and then he just grins at PT.

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