**Apparently the fastest way for me to lose followers is to do fun fluffy things with people. Excellent. If only they knew that there was more of it coming tomorrow from my drafts. -cackles evilly- But seriously this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time thank you everyone who jumped on those starters. I have most drafted to continue tomorrow.
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"I think we were? I heard a lot of happy cheering before Clint swearing at us."
"That usually means we did something right. We’ll probably be getting an apology card from him, you know. Or just a pound of coffee and a few gifts cards for our trouble."
”You have wounded me. Killing me for getting you’re breakfast. Do I get to eat some at least?”
"I warned you not to move. And I never specified that I’d be killing you before you could eat breakfast. I just said you were on my list. Also never said how high you were on that list.”
"Maybe. Depends if you’re going to make a habit of being here when I wake up."
"I can only make a guarantee to be here when you wake up today, so that will have to do for now."
"Ah, forgive me. I had assumed you were properly acclimated as you stated you are— better at everything.”
"In the least, Mr. Spock, I am certainly better at tolerating you than you are at tolerating me.”
"Indeed I have," Spock confirmed with a nod as he fastened his trousers before reaching for his shirt he had dropped on a nearby chair. "I have done some research this past week and now I am putting my new knowledge to practice," he explained further with a hint of amusement at Khan’s pouting by the door. Tugging his tunic on, Spock turned to the other as his fingers swiftly tugged the hem downward to ease the creases. "Of course I will not be using my standard uniform for such a dance, but the outfit I ordered has not arrived."
Every cog in Khan’s mind had ground to a complete halt as Spock explained his erotic behavior, ever in that charmingly lilting drone that he had perfected. Beyond trying to keep the memory of what he’d just seen at the forefront, he was doing his utmost to fathom what it could possibly entail when the Vulcan was satisfied with this skills. “Of course you ordered an outfit,” he whispered helplessly to himself, coming his hair back as the tried to swallow that thought down. “Spock I - Well. Why?" he finally asked when he gave up on finding a better articulation for his curiosity.
"Oh just in bed?" John’s throat rasped as he peered at the bedside table. Clock flashing back a red lettered Four-AM.
"I’ll give you better ones when it’s decent out, but this will just to provide as a snack for now." He stated, rolling in the blankets and under Khan’s heavy form to slot their lips together in a lazy joining. Cupping lightly to Khan’s cheek as he kept it chaste, but telling. He had truly missed his Khan.
"Budge over, I’m the big spoon in this bed." He huffed with a sleep filled laugh, rubbing at Khan’s shoulder.
Humming at the promising prospect, he squinted over at the clock and almost snorted at the hour. Before he could, John had shuffled them round and captured his attentions, which he was happy to divest to the other man. The kiss was a light one, but he was happy to melt into it while he could before grudgingly hefting himself to roll over.
"You’re bossy even when you’re half asleep," he teased over his shoulder.
"I think they dug so much metal out of us they could make another helicarrier. Definitely am not going to look at my legs."
"Probably a wise idea. I’m sure that any trainees in the ER last night have their full certification come this morning after patching us back together. Do you remember if we were actually successful or not?"
William stills at the arms around him and he settles down considerably from the hold. He settles back into the mattress, eyes closing. “I am the old man of age in this relationship and yet here you are - being the old man who wants the naps.” William whispers, bringing his own arms beneath his chin for support. “We should be out exploring.”
"William," Khan started, bumping his brow onto the back of William’s curly scalp, "I realize that this may come as a shock to you, but some of us really can’t function on an hour of sleep a week. Admittedly Augments can function on less sleep than humans, but not that much. And I can guarantee you, given you seem to have a lapse of memory when it comes to such things, that I’ve slept no more than an hour and a half in our past ten days of exploring."
"I am pretty sure it was Clint’s idea. I think we put money on it, and I think he owes us money now."
"He owes me his god damn pension for all the stitches I needed last night. I never need stitches. And I’d demand his first born child but that’s definitely his problem.”
"I don’t think stomachs can lie with such a noise. I’ll be back before the sheets start to get cold."
"You’re on my hit list, Sherlock Holmes. Even if you do come back with breakfast."
"Hardly my intent, sir, but I suppose talent cannot be helped."
"It certainly can’t. So tell me, to what ‘right’ were you referring? Or did you simply have something in mind?"
John chuckled thickly into the duvet.
"Missed me then?" Voice still heavy with sleep, body lax but fingers twitched. He wanted to touch, and run his fingers through Khan’s hair. Wanted to roll over and see his face. To kiss him with yearning lips.
"Kill me if you’d like. But I’m rolling over and giving you a welcome back snogging."
"Snogging is fine as long as its in bed," he rumbled in agreement, cracking an eye open at John’s unfortunately tempting offer. Perhaps a little sleep was in order, but he certainly wasn’t going to turn away an opportunity of some early morning kissing. Especially not when John was so eager to provide them. Nuzzling just under the soldier’s ear, he added, "And yes, I did miss you."
"Then consider it an act as a Vulcan." Tilting his head, the corner of Spock’s lips quirked upward for a moment before the Vulcan began redressing himself. "Besides, I was only practicing my strip tease when you entered the room without my noticing. I did not intend to seduce you at this time seeing as I have other tasks to see to," Spock stated, as if catching the Vulcan taking off his clothes in an erotic manner was perfectly normal.
"Which helps the fact that I just saw you stripping rather fluently not at all," he griped, staring after the unbelievably stoic man with a growing disappointment at what he’d interrupted. Before, that was, his mind ground to a halt on one particular detail. "And what do you mean that you didn’t intend to seduce me at this time?” he asked, incredulous. “Have you been practicing?”