I apologize for shouting, but I want you to know I mean it. No more confusion or self-doubt.
[As much for him as it is for Yuri.]
I've spent more time than I would like to admit agonizing over what I feel, if what I was feeling was truly what it seemed. I want to be as clear as possible now. I hope...
[So Flynn wasn't sure, huh? Yuri wonders if, by trying to keep his feelings to himself, he made that worse. Maybe neither of them had any idea what they were doing. Maybe they're both idiots.
Flynn relaxes, and as the initial shock wears off, so does Yuri. It's unbelievable—dreamlike, almost, that Flynn feels the same way. He lets out a soft huff of a laugh, affection bubbling up in his chest.]
Now the whole street knows.
[He pulls a hand free, and there's only a second of hesitation before he cups Flynn's cheek, thumb brushing against his skin.]
[There's the faintest hint of a blush this time, his skin warm underneath Yuri's hand. It's true, now the whole street knows, but that's not even a concern in his mind right now.]
I'm certain I was just as difficult to deal with on this.
[He says, like a total hypocrite. Because really, all that touching Yuri's been noticing more and more the past month or so... Flynn never does that with anyone. If Yuri hadn't had such blinders on, if he'd been honest with himself, he would have understood exactly what it meant. Really, if Flynn had done it with anyone else, Yuri would have guessed at his feelings immediately. It was only because he'd convinced himself so thoroughly that Flynn couldn't feel that way for him that he didn't.
Maybe that wasn't fair. Or maybe he'll screw this whole thing up. He really, really hopes he doesn't. Again, there's that second of hesitation before he leans forward to rest their foreheads together, as though this is new ground and he's not sure what the roadmap is.
The strange thing is, it doesn't feel new. It just feels right.]
[Even if it's hypocritical coming from Yuri, it's true and Flynn knows it. There's a good amount of reasons he's never actually pursued a relationship with anyone before, despite how easily he could have wound up in one. He had received constant fanmail, been pursued before by many a suitor and suitress alike, but nothing appealed when he realized how challenging a relationship with him would really be.
Too married to the job, too stubborn, too rigid. No one interested in him for the more shallow reasons would be willing to put up with that, or truly understand him.
But then there's Yuri. It comes as easy as breathing to be around him, as long as they're on the same wavelength. Maybe it's the time away from their own world that's really solidified that realization for him. When everything else is failing or difficult, being with Yuri makes things much easier.
Their foreheads press together, and Flynn closes his eyes, just enjoying being close to each other like this.]
[There's that flutter again, that rush of affection, but instead of pushing it down, Yuri just... lets himself feel it. It would be nothing to close the last of the distance between them, and so he does, lips brushing against Flynn's. This kiss is softer than the last one, a little more hesitant, as though he's still not sure he has permission.]
[Flynn's eyes are already closed, although they snap open when he feels Yuri's lips press against his. The shock only lasts for a brief second, as Flynn closes his eyes once more and presses his lips back into the kiss. He meets Yuri's hesitancy with a bit of his own, and after another moment, taking note of no rejection or pulling away from Yuri, he pushes on with more confidence as his hands slide around Yuri's shoulders, pulling Yuri closer.]
[As ridiculous as it is, there was part of Yuri that was half expecting Flynn to pull away. But he pulls Yuri closer, and it's enough to settle the last of his doubts. Maybe later, all of that will hit him again—the possibility of screwing up. Right now, none of it seems to matter. Everything else but Flynn melts away, and he slips his hand up to cup the back of his head, deepening the kiss.]
[He tilts his head, responding to Yuri's touch and following his lead. Flynn's fingers lightly thread through Yuri's hair, careful not to tug it as he kisses back, slow at first but then beginning to get a little more assertive with it. He even starts to push Yuri a little- possibly aiming to press him to a nearby wall, and it's only once realizes he's running out of air does he pull back to catch his breath.
There's that patented red dusting his cheeks again, and Flynn pulls back a little abruptly, clearing his throat.]
A date. We should- before we- it's improper to kiss before a date.
[Whatever that little push was, Yuri was all about it, but Flynn pulls away before Yuri can find out, and he fights down a rush of disappointment, his heart racing. Still, it's unfair how ridiculously handsome Flynn looks, cheeks pink, and it takes him a second longer to get his head on straight. He doesn't realize his own face is a little flushed, too.]
What?
[It processes, and he laughs, fond and breathless, one hand still resting on Flynn's chest.]
[Flynn's trying to settle the blush from his cheeks, taking on that tone that indicates he's about to explain a rule... regardless of how lovely the light shining in Yuri's eyes is, and how his slightly mussed hair is attractive.]
The last time was different. Does it matter about last time? We know our mutual intentions now so therefore, we should have a date.
[Last time was different. Uh-huh. It's a little unbelievable—and maybe a little satisfying—that Flynn is so flustered. Yuri rolls his eyes at the tone, though he can't keep himself from smiling, and that certainly ruins the effect.
It's a little illogical, but if going on a date first will make Flynn more comfortable, sure.]
[Surely Yuri doesn't mean right now. He hasn't bathed yet today, and he doesn't have his nice clothes, nor made dinner plans for them, or gotten Yuri a gift of some sort- which is how dates go, of course.
...Well. Kate did say it could be doing anything though, didn't she? Maybe it doesn't have to be exactly like that, but...]
[His hair ruffled and messed up, he complains for just a moment before letting his shoulders relax. Right, right. Maybe he is over thinking this. Flynn runs his own hand through his hair now to fix it, but it just makes it spikier instead.]
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[As much for him as it is for Yuri.]
I've spent more time than I would like to admit agonizing over what I feel, if what I was feeling was truly what it seemed. I want to be as clear as possible now. I hope...
[He relaxes a little now.]
I hope this sheds some light on things.
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Flynn relaxes, and as the initial shock wears off, so does Yuri. It's unbelievable—dreamlike, almost, that Flynn feels the same way. He lets out a soft huff of a laugh, affection bubbling up in his chest.]
Now the whole street knows.
[He pulls a hand free, and there's only a second of hesitation before he cups Flynn's cheek, thumb brushing against his skin.]
Sorry. I didn't make it easy on you, did I?
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I'm certain I was just as difficult to deal with on this.
[He leans a little into Yuri's hand.]
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[He says, like a total hypocrite. Because really, all that touching Yuri's been noticing more and more the past month or so... Flynn never does that with anyone. If Yuri hadn't had such blinders on, if he'd been honest with himself, he would have understood exactly what it meant. Really, if Flynn had done it with anyone else, Yuri would have guessed at his feelings immediately. It was only because he'd convinced himself so thoroughly that Flynn couldn't feel that way for him that he didn't.
Maybe that wasn't fair. Or maybe he'll screw this whole thing up. He really, really hopes he doesn't. Again, there's that second of hesitation before he leans forward to rest their foreheads together, as though this is new ground and he's not sure what the roadmap is.
The strange thing is, it doesn't feel new. It just feels right.]
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[Even if it's hypocritical coming from Yuri, it's true and Flynn knows it. There's a good amount of reasons he's never actually pursued a relationship with anyone before, despite how easily he could have wound up in one. He had received constant fanmail, been pursued before by many a suitor and suitress alike, but nothing appealed when he realized how challenging a relationship with him would really be.
Too married to the job, too stubborn, too rigid. No one interested in him for the more shallow reasons would be willing to put up with that, or truly understand him.
But then there's Yuri. It comes as easy as breathing to be around him, as long as they're on the same wavelength. Maybe it's the time away from their own world that's really solidified that realization for him. When everything else is failing or difficult, being with Yuri makes things much easier.
Their foreheads press together, and Flynn closes his eyes, just enjoying being close to each other like this.]
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There's that patented red dusting his cheeks again, and Flynn pulls back a little abruptly, clearing his throat.]
A date. We should- before we- it's improper to kiss before a date.
[Flynn, this is kiss #2.]
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What?
[It processes, and he laughs, fond and breathless, one hand still resting on Flynn's chest.]
Is that the rule? What about last time?
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The last time was different. Does it matter about last time? We know our mutual intentions now so therefore, we should have a date.
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It's a little illogical, but if going on a date first will make Flynn more comfortable, sure.]
Alright. Let's go.
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[Surely Yuri doesn't mean right now. He hasn't bathed yet today, and he doesn't have his nice clothes, nor made dinner plans for them, or gotten Yuri a gift of some sort- which is how dates go, of course.
...Well. Kate did say it could be doing anything though, didn't she? Maybe it doesn't have to be exactly like that, but...]
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[Like Yuri needs dinner plans.]
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Don't worry, it'll be memorable.
[He runs a hand through Flynn's hair, mussing it up so that they match.]
How about you let me know when you're ready?
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[His hair ruffled and messed up, he complains for just a moment before letting his shoulders relax. Right, right. Maybe he is over thinking this. Flynn runs his own hand through his hair now to fix it, but it just makes it spikier instead.]
Yes. I will.
[He's going to make sure it goes perfectly.]