"I hate the cold. It's stupid. Stupid cold." Mick growled as he kicked some snow walking by in an incredibly childish gesture but he wasn't overly fond of the snow. He knew Leonard liked it cold because he always whined during the summer, it wasn't a shock that he was a winter person. Mick supposed at least he always had a nice coat, made his body warm so the closer he got, the warmer he was. "As long as we don't slip on the ice tonight, the job should be fine."
"It will be fine. And after the job is done, we'll drive out to that spot on the hill and make out in my car, if the heating works at the time." What? He tended to have a bit of a high after a successful heist. "Pulling the job is the least of the issue, the real trick will be selling without giving anything away to my old man, but I figured that one out too. We'll be set for a while." Not that it'd keep him from planning more.
"Nice, I like it. This time, let's park deep into the shaded area. I'm like 70% certain some perv was looking through the glass last time." It was a small area, there was a lot of curious people, it happened. Mick smiled a little, even if he was cold and frustrated, he was pretty happy that he could just be with Leonard. He made him happy, it was as simple as that. "We'll have to sell it as my score, not yours. Then he has no cut, no dibs and no part in it. We'll use my name. I know Rory has less sway than Snart but it's time to get it some sway."
"Sure. I can tell you where to sell. That's the problem, I go anywhere and they'll know it's me, one look at the baby blues. It's cause Lewis can't count." It really was as simple as that. Leonard had been better at his father at maths since he was small, so he'd taken him along. At least Lewis was decent at negotiating a price, so Leonard still got to learn something. "The world's so full of pervs. I'll never get it. Everyone hating on the gays and I keep meeting those perverted old assholes."
"I'll handle it until he's out of the way. Best way to do it. My name ain't worth shit, it's got no rep. I'm the perfect candidate for this." All the Rorys were known for was drunk and disorderly behaviour and a bad rep with the bookies. As long as he avoided them, he shoulder be okay. As they got closer to the town, Mick pulled his hand away. He didn't want to but they kind of had to. "I dunno man. It's weird. I don't get it. You see gays on TV and stuff, everyone is supposed to be all tolerate and everything but when faced with a real one, they get all weird about it."
"Supposedly it'd be easier if we ran with a different crowd. I don't know. I'm telling you, Mick, we're gonna run this down one day and then people can just deal or get beat." Leonard liked plans like that. On hold until they were a bit older, until somehow Lewis wasn't a factor any more, but definitely to be implemented. "I ain't ashamed of being with you. I'm damn lucky."
"Ditto. I just don't wanna get my ass kicked." Or upset his parents and make himself a social outcast. The last kid he knew who got outed got his ass beat down so hard, there was blood left behind on the pavement. He thought about that a lot these days, he didn't want that to be him. Or Leonard. He was going to protect them both, make sure they survived this stupid town. "When this city is ours, we better get discounts on food." Mick eyed the diner from a distance, already feeling excited. He loved the pie here.
"We'll get all the discounts you want, partner. I promise." And he never had to exaggerate when it came to promises like that. If life had screwed him over, it had only made him more motivated to force it to give him the most anyway. They approached the door and Leonard lowered his voice. "I've been meaning to tell you. I think of you when I jerk off too." That said he walked inside, because he was also the worst person.
"... The fuck, Snart!" No, that wasn't cool. He couldn't just do that like this before he walked into a diner full of people. Mick huffed and gave Leonard a small shove from behind, storming ahead to a table and flopping down. He crossed his arms and glared at Leonard, try not to think about him, with his hands down his pants, slowly jacking off and -- fuck. God damn him. "You're the worst."
Leonard let out a chuckle as he let himself fall onto the bench opposite of Mick, smiling as he leaned back, one leg pulled up and a hand not so accidentally resting on his thigh just below the knee. "It felt like a good moment to share." When Mick couldn't touch him or even talk about it. He really was the worst. "I want a cherry pie. You?"
"You did it to be a dick." Mick crossed his arms and huffed a little but hell, he couldn't stay too mad. The offer of pie was there so he soon nodded his head and fiddled around in his pocket. "Cherry works just fine for me." He pulled his lighter one and slid along a little so he was lounging against the corner of the bench they picked. He didn't like lighters as much as he liked matches but the lighter was a nice breath of fresh air after all that cold. "Beautiful."
Of course, he was talking to the fire, not Leonard.
"Mick. I don't want to get kicked out." Great, replaced by some fire again. Leonard rolled his eyes and ordered coffee and pie for them from the waitress, a sullen look on his face when he returned to Mick and his one true love. "I'll start staring at ice cubes like they can fulfil me, see how you feel."
"They know I don't smoke, they ain't gonna kick me out." Mick had been told about it before but it was a fight the waitresses knew they wouldn't win. He set the lighter down on the table and watched the flame for a few moments, wondering what would happen if he just set the napkins alight. Fortunately, he stopped himself and flipped the lid over, going for his pie instead. "You're jealous of the flame? Come on, Snart, that's sad."
"I ain't jealous, I just think it's annoying." Also, he was jealous, but it wasn't as if Mick looked at him that way. More than that, he was worried and that was very, very justified. Mick had issues and he had seen him lose control, he had pulled him back from the brink. There was a bit of worry, every time. Fire was hard to control, as was Mick. One day, he might not be able to and that was a deeply unsettling thought.
"I did this cool thing the other night, you know? I got my old toys from when I was a kid and I lit them up in the garden. One by one. Plastic burns up real good. I used a little lighter fluid to get it going on the big RC car and it spread so fast." Mick smiled at Leonard, clearly proud of himself and not once considering or hinting at how dangerous it was. He didn't see the problem. Instead, he laughed and took a forkful of his pie, happily chewing it. "I had to stamp it out, it left burns all over the God damn yard."
"You'll really impress me once you start to also take basic fire safety into account." Leonard rolled his eyes and wished he had a way to get through to Mick on this, especially one that wasn't just likely to piss him off. He got defensive over this stuff. "It could have spread to the house, Mick. You gotta... Well, you really gotta have someone standing with you who's less likely to just fall in love with the flame."
"I know what I'm doing." Mick informed him around a mouthful of pie, not even really taking Leonard seriously. He was a worried. He always worried. And Mick just thought this was another one of his little overthinking issues. Mick was careful, it just felt -- good? It was like a nice tingling feeling. He got so stressed at home, school was awful and the best thing in his life, he couldn't be honest about. He couldn't even be himself around people in case he got his ass kicked. Whenever he set a fire, it was like an outburst of emotions, all the stress and tension drained away. He needed the fire. He wanted it. "Stop being a worried all the damn time, it's fine. I got it under control." Mostly. "I'm not an idiot, just trust me. Okay?"
"You know I can't stop that," Leonard told him, because that was as obvious as Mick not stopping his obsession with fire. it was who he was, at his very core. Thinking about every variable and wanting to control as many as possible. "Just call me up next time you want to go for the lighter fluid, yeah? It's more fun when you get to show off and I promise to only stop things if they get dangerous."
"you wanna burn some tyres? I like that one. Smells nice." The smell of burning rubber was always exciting. Still, Mick finished off his pie and turned his head to Leonard, smiling a little. "I promise. I'll call next time I wanna party, you can come watch. Just don't be a downer and ruin my fun." Leonard had a habit of putting it out before it even got a chance to get started.
"I wanna burn whatever you feel like burning. Just don't burn anything you'll regret." Mostly he was worried about Mick burning himself and not even caring. He didn't need that. He didn't want that. Mick was never reacting to fire the way it was natural. He understood why, he had watched him and he had read up on pyromania. Only made him worry more.
"I won't, mom." Mick joked with an amused smile as he raised his arm and gave Leonard a half hug, just a little bit of contact, not linger. Just so they didn't look weird. "Now shut up and eat your pie, it's gonna go cold." And nothing was better than warm pie freshly made.
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Of course, he was talking to the fire, not Leonard.
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