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keelywolfeWhich is Not Freely Given
by Keelywolfe
Fandom: DC Universe
Pairing: Connor/Kyle, (Green Arrow/Green Lantern)
Rated NC-17
Read Part One
~~*~~
By the time his father returned from his road trip with Roy, he had a handle on it. There was nothing that a person couldn't learn to live without and Connor had been living without a great deal for a long time, even before his time at the monastery. That time could heal all wounds was more than a little cliché, but then, all cliché's had to have some basis in reality. Slowly, his head stopped aching constantly until he had only the occasional headache when he was tired.
Roy loaned him his scrapbooks and they had been filled with yellowing newsprint pictures of his dad looking strangely young without a beard and Roy looking obscenely young in his Speedy uniform. A history of torn pages carefully arranged with scotch tape and paste. There was even the occasional picture of Hal Jordan, and if seeing it made him ache a little for friends lost, then he accepted it as the price for having a friend at all.
Besides, nothing ever said it would stay lost forever. People did come back and refitted themselves into the lives they'd left behind. His father was living proof of that.
It lent a rhythm to life he'd never expected to have, a chance to know a father who'd been absent in his childhood and dead all too soon and a chance to make a new friend in Mia.
After she'd given up her attempts to flirt with him, anyway. She never asked about his trip to the park or the phone call and her speculative looks never manifested into the questions he knew she had. That it had coincided with the end of her more overt flirting told him exactly what the questions were and he was rather grateful that she didn't ask. He wasn't quite as certain of the answers as he had been before.
One morning when he'd been making pancakes it had occurred to him that he really wasn't a virgin anymore. With absolute certainty this time, no women who vanished in the middle of the night and took their cities with them.
He remembered talking to Kyle about it more than once and he'd never acted like it was strange that Connor was a virgin. Teased him a little about it from time to time, but gently, like a friend. Whose mouth was very soft and as strong as the rest of him and he'd called Connor beautiful while he'd whispered about need.
By the time he'd shaken off the memory, the pancakes had already been blackened to the point of ignition and the pan had given its life for the cause. He'd tossed the pan in the trash, carefully so that he didn't disrupt his father's elaborate recycling program and spent the rest of the day training so hard that when he'd collapsed into bed that night he hadn't dreamed at all.
That little incident aside, he was slowly getting back into the swing of things, back on the street with his bow in his hand and his father at his side.
He hadn't expected Kyle to make an appearance in his life again anytime soon, which was fine, but when he did Connor could at least say he was pleasantly surprised.
To say he hadn't expected it to begin with his father and Kyle in the middle of a fistfight, however, was an understatement.
The police band radio had led him right to them and to the bodies that were being wheeled out with white sheets over what was left of their heads. Three dead gangsters, and the supposed heroes who had been there and yet hadn't managed to save them were climbing up a fire escape while they squabbled about it.
That was sure going to look great in the morning edition.
He watched them arguing for some time from another rooftop until it got to the point he could make out individual insults from a distance of forty feet.
"Overblown incontinent fossil!!" From Kyle, loud enough that Superman was probably wincing on the other side of the country.
"And that's my cue." Connor said, slipping his hands between them to push them apart. He couldn't, quite, make himself touch Kyle. Even furious, spouting insults and practically glowing with indignation, it felt good to see him.
For precisely the amount of time it took for him to storm away.
"Kyle, wait!"
Kyle was still on his feet rather than simply flying away which he hoped meant something.
Connor followed him. "Look, this has been really hard for him. To say Hal was his best friend is an understatement –"
No words but Kyle started walking faster. Not good; he really, really didn't want Kyle to leave like this. The wedge between them was already wide enough. Connor tried again, "I know this is hard for you to believe but you and Oliver Queen are a lot alike."
"Yeah? We both live in the past and cheat on our women, is that it?"
He'd forgotten that particular quirk of Kyle's. Make the first attack brutal-hard, a quick shot in the most vulnerable places. It made him good in a battle, physical and verbal, and Connor had to take a deep breath to catch his own temper. He hadn't been the one who abandoned their friendship after…after what happened.
"I was going to say you're both obstinate," Connor said coolly. "But I should add that, when angry enough, you both spout the worst kinds of insults to your friends."
It had a better effect than he'd expected. Kyle spun back around, crowding in too close in front of him. There wasn't much of a height difference between them but Connor could almost feel Kyle trying to use it, a bare two inches of supposed superiority. "Is that what you think we are? Friends?"
Oh, it hurt, more than he'd expected. He'd known, of course he'd known, since the last time Kyle had been in Star City. Their friendship had been broken, littered into pieces between them, but to hear it so clearly…
He tried to think of something else to say; he couldn't even begin to fix this and he couldn't just leave it, not like this.
Then Kyle kissed him.
He tasted like oranges, something that was possibly alcoholic and beneath it, the memory of something Connor had only had once. Hot, hard mouth, Kyle kissed like he did everything else, with full force and intention. And Connor folded into it just like he had before, opened his mouth and let Kyle suck on his tongue. One touch and he was already stupid with it and what the hell was wrong with him?
Connor bit Kyle's lip, hard enough to make the other man wince and groan, push in harder for more. Pulled back to trace Connor's lips with the tip of his tongue before he moved back in, hard enough that his mouth skidded against Connor's, slick and wonderful, dragging his lips over Connor's until they were both panting with wet, aching mouths.
It felt like forever or at least far longer than it should have been, all things considered. On and on and, dear god, his father was right behind them and Kyle had one hand in his hair and one hand on his ass and --
"We aren't friends, Connor." Whispered against his mouth. Kyle's thumb swept lightly over the scar at his temple, almost concealed now by his hair.
Connor forced himself to step back and found his eyes drawn almost immediately to Kyle's mouth, his damp, too-red lips.
"Why are you in Star City?" Connor whispered.
They were still close enough he could tell even behind the mask when Kyle's eyes flicked to look behind him. "Not now. We'll talk soon."
Flaring green and Kyle was already in the air and gone.
"Yeah, we will," Connor muttered, annoyed. With a sigh, he turned around to face his father. Who was staring in complete silence that Connor didn't like at all. A quiet Ollie was not a good one and he never stayed quiet for long.
"What the hell was that about?" his dad finally demanded.
Connor winced internally at his icy tone and matched it. "It's none of your business."
"None of my -- "
"You're going on vacation," Connor told him abruptly, "You've been going full bore since, well, ever since you 'got back'. You obviously need a break." He could see the storm brewing in the set of Ollie's jaw and didn't care. The man hadn't been back from the dead long enough for Connor to even want to consider losing him again.
"With three dead wise guys and alien hit men running around, you want me out of town?" Ollie's voice was smooth as glass and just as cool, all the tension in his body in his arms folded over his chest.
"I'll look into it." One of them needed to be calm and in control, and it was clear that Ollie wasn't volunteering for that. "There will be plenty of drugs, assaults, and thefts for you when you get back."
"You and the leatherboy will look into it, you mean. You sure you don't just want me out of the house while he's around?"
His hair had just grown back in. Tearing it out with his bare hands really wouldn't help. "Dad, it's not like that!"
"Not like what, not like you lying to me?" There was real anger in his father's voice, of the like Connor had never heard directed at him.
It left him stunned, calm abandoning him. It took him a moment to find his voice again, barely a whisper as he said, "I would never…"
"Bullshit! You've done nothing but tell me you're all about the girls. You wanna tell me that was nothing?"
"No, but -- I didn't mean --"
"Then where do you get off lecturing me?" Ollie spun away from him back towards the fire escape.
"Dad, I -- "
"Don't. Don't even." His father wasn't even looking at him and Connor suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe, crushing weight in his chest. "I think maybe I do need to take a vacation," Ollie said, almost flippantly. "You can take care of my city for a couple of days, can't ya?"
"Yeah," Connor said, numbly. He'd been right. His father and Kyle did have a great deal in common when it came to hitting the jugular.
Ollie swung over the side of the building and onto the fire escape and he was already three rungs down before he hesitated. "Give me a call if you need me?" The faint vulnerability that so few knew about was all right there in that one question.
Connor closed his eyes. "Sure, Dad."
He was gone without another word. After a moment, Connor sank down and sat on the roof, gravel and possibly broken glass digging rudely into his tights. He stared at the city for a long time, the lighted windows that blinked on and off like winking eyes. People who were going on with their ordinary lives behind them, with their dogs and children and cable boxes, and who probably never thought about him at all past the eleven o'clock news.
He didn't watch for long; there were three dead men. Not good men to be sure. There was probably a fair amount of blood on their hands but their lives had been their own and it wasn't his job to dwell on the morals of the dead, only to find their killers.
~~*~~
It was nearly dawn before he found his way home, exhausted and frustrated and in desperate need of a shower. His father wasn't home and Connor chose not to speculate on where he was. He had taken his cell and that was good enough.
A shower went a long way towards improving his mood, hot water sluicing away his irritation at not finding any useful information despite hours of searching, among other things.
By the time he walked back to his room, a towel slung around his hips while he used another to dry his hair, Connor was more settled. There were times that a hot shower was a better meditation exercise than any other.
Tomorrow might provide a lead for him, that and a clearer mind. Tonight, he amended, dropping the towels in the hamper before digging through his dresser for a clean pair of shorts. A faint scraping sound made him frown, pulling the shorts over his legs and up. He wasn't Batman but he could still tell when someone was crouched out on his window ledge.
Apparently, 'talk soon' was going to be sooner than he'd expected.
Connor debated on leaving him out there but it wasn't like Kyle really needed to use the window or even a door if he didn't want to. He supposed he should feel grateful Kyle had waited to be invited in, if an invitation was what he wanted. He opened the window and stepped away from it, both letting Kyle know he knew the man was there and giving him a choice on whether to come in or not.
He didn't have to wait long. The faint green light Kyle always gave off when he was using his ring cast the room in an eerie glow. "Any reason you're coming in this way?" Connor asked, pulling a t-shirt over his head before he turned back to the window.
Kyle was sitting on the ledge, one knee drawn up so he could wrap his arms around it. "Since this is how you usually come into my place, it seemed only fair."
He wasn't having this, no little word games this time. All his lost tension wound itself back into him, a hard knot in his chest. "You just had to do that in front of my dad, didn't you."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean -- " Kyle's words and his expression were both perfectly contrite and a complete lie. A Green Lantern should have better control over his breathing, over the flicker of his eyes, Connor didn't say, couldn't be spiteful even now.
"Don't even try to play it like that with me." Connor said instead, let his anger seep into his voice. "That's exactly what you meant." Kyle's silence only confirmed it and that stung, hard as a punch. "I am not a weapon for you to hurt each other with. Either of you."
"I know." There was some honesty in his shame. A bare increase in the light and Kyle's mask melted into smoke, letting Connor see his eyes. It made him remember Kyle doing the same thing years before, green eyes and a name given to him like a gift.
It also made him remember why Kyle had sought him out. Lost fathers in common and Connor sighed. "I know Oliver is rough on you, it's just, Hal was his friend –"
"It isn't Hal." Kyle hopped down from the window ledge and closed it before he tipped a look in Connor's direction. "You really think he's the first person I've gotten that from? Practically every person on this planet has compared me to Hal. People from other galaxies are comparing me to Hal Jordan. And I know Hal, too, you know. I know him. Do you really believe I don't understand?"
Connor sat down on the edge of the bed, a little lost. "Then what?"
"You don't have much stuff, you know that?" Kyle said, almost idly. He walked around the room, slowly, almost but not quite touching the few small things that were around. A framed picture of his dad and Mia on one corner of the desk. The stack of scrapbooks that he'd borrowed from Roy and hadn't returned yet. "I've never really seen your room before. I mean," and he laughed, oddly, "Last time I was here, I didn't look around much."
His room was small; it didn't take Kyle very long to make a complete circle, leaving him standing in the middle of it, arms crossed over his chest. Defensive posture, Connor's mind told him, Kyle was bracing himself before he said, "You used to come to my place all the time."
He had. Made trips to New York once or twice a month to visit his mother and he couldn't leave without seeing Kyle, but, "After…what happened, I didn't think it would be a good idea anymore."
"You stopped dropping in long before that, Connor."
That was true, too, he'd been busy with his father's resurrection, just plain busy in general. But that wasn't quite true; he still managed to visit his mother from time to time. "You're right, I'm sorry. I suppose I just thought you were too busy with everything. I didn't…want to be in the way."
"You used to come to me for advice, or just to talk or hang," Kyle spoke like he hadn't heard Connor at all. He moved restlessly, his hands searching for somewhere to be like they were craving pockets that just couldn't exist in pseudo-spandex.
"I found my dad," Kyle added, quietly. "Couple of weeks ago."
Oh. "You never said," Connor said unevenly. Fathers lost and fathers found, another thing in common.
"I know. I was going to, you know?" Kyle spread his arms in a strange mixture of a shrug and a gesture of helplessness. "If anyone else on the planet deserved to know, it would be you."
"Why didn't you?"
Kyle shrugged. "Your dad and I never quite seemed to get off on the right foot and I felt sort of weird intruding when you just got him back," he answered and there was a sudden tightness around his mouth. "And you stopped visiting, so –" He shrugged again, a sulky little movement that left his shoulders hunched inward.
Connor stared at him with widened eyes. "Are you jealous of my dad?"
"No! But I've been doing this for a while now, I'm not about to bust my ass trying to prove anything to him and we were friends before he –" The look Kyle gave him was equal measures of sourness and, yes, jealousy, and Connor couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it before. "I suppose you'll laugh at me if I said I had you first."
It was so ridiculous, so childish and completely, perfectly Kyle. "I'm fairly sure he had first dibs," Connor said dryly. "But he's my father and you're my –" Friend, he didn't say. That word was still under dispute.
Kyle's frown deepened. "I missed you."
"You don't have to."
"You stopped coming," Kyle said plaintively.
"You never came at all," Connor countered and he knew, he knew Kyle's sudden smirk was completely about something dirty. It faded quickly, clear honesty in green eyes.
"I know. I'm sorry." Subdued sincerity. "I didn't come here to hurt either of you."
"All right," Connor accepted it calmly, accepted back the friendship that was being offered.
"I didn't mean to hurt you before, either."
He had to close his eyes against that one. Friendship he could take, but this was something else, this was -- "I know."
"I mean it."
"What do you want, Kyle?" Now the plaintiveness was in him.
"I don't know." There was a soft touch under his chin, fingertips tilting his head up, just a little. "But I know it starts like this."
The brush of Kyle's mouth against his made him inhale sharply, painfully tender and gone in an instant. He opened his eyes to find Kyle crouched in front of him, his hands shifting in that way that meant they were still looking for someplace to be. Another shift and his uniform was gone, leaving Kyle in jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing but Kyle, waiting for him.
"What about –" Jade, he couldn't seem to say, gesturing in a slightly vulgar way to indicate femaleness.
"Do you really want to know?"
These past few weeks, he had understood his father's motivations where relationships were concerned far more than he had ever thought possible. It still didn't make it right; he couldn't take what couldn't be freely given. "Yes."
A smirk, pained and sour. "She left me."
He yanked Kyle forward by his shirt, kissed him hard enough that their teeth clicked painfully. They sprawled back on the bed, mouths jarring apart for the instant it took Kyle to catch his balance, straddling Connor and licking at his mouth like he'd been waiting all this time just to do that.
Warm, strong hands slipped beneath his shirt, sliding up his chest. It lacked the desperation of that other time, Kyle's mouth, his hands more certain, more here, the hot push of his tongue as it tangled with Connor's. His hands were sure against Connor's skin, confident of everything they knew they were about to get.
Drawing pleasure through him the same way he painted with his brushes, with his mind, and Connor thought he might be whimpering and Kyle was breathing harshly over him, panting cool gusts against Connor's wet mouth. Fingernails scratching against him and he arched up without even thinking, wanting more of that touch, more of Kyle pressed against him.
One denim-clad leg was pushed between his own, rubbing cotton roughness between his thighs, shorts rucked up high on this thighs.
This was not what sex was supposed to be like. There should be love, there should be –
" – ah!...oh, Kyle – "
Shorts were no barrier at all to the warm palm pressed against his crotch, there might as well not be anything there at all. Pressure grinding against his cock, hard cock, had been hard almost from the instant Kyle kissed him. He smelled sharp and undeniably masculine, his cheek brushing Connor's as he licked at Connor's ear.
Maybe it wasn't love, maybe it was something else entirely but Kyle was his friend and this felt entirely too right.
And if this made him gay, well, it wasn't his fault he hadn't known he'd like this. No one had told him that a man's hand on his cock would feel like such a perfectly good idea or how easy it would be to slide his legs apart for it, to let Kyle push that oh, so kind hand down the front of his shorts and squeeze him in a rhythm that made Connor dimly afraid he was hyperventilating, breathing too hard and fast.
"You're beautiful," murmured into his throat and it threw up a sharp splinter in his memory, the last time they were like this and Connor reminded himself that Kyle knew what he was doing this time. Had talked in complete sentences and everything even before he'd made himself at home in Connor's lap.
Wet lips nudged against his cheek, bringing up a prickle of goosebumps down his arms. It seemed to bring them back to life, and he could touch Kyle too, if he wanted. Stroked his fingers through soft, soft hair and down the back of Kyle's neck, felt the rhythmic flexing in his shoulder as he moved his arm, Kyle already five steps ahead of him when it came to petting.
He could be that brave, he decided, working the buttons at Kyle's fly and slipping his hand inside. Hot inside, damp against the backs of his fingers and Kyle's other hand was suddenly there, closing around his, guiding him, showing him and Kyle was hot against his palm, slick-soft skin.
The different degrees of heat under his hands both demanded his attention, soft skin of Kyle's back infinitely cooler than the hard flesh in Connor's other hand. He didn't really have to move either of them, Kyle moved perfectly well for both of them. Like he couldn't decide if he wanted to use all their hands or just rub himself against Connor, dragging his hand over Connor's fingers and making him move, erratic and wonderful as Kyle's hand on him.
He could smell it now, the sharp sex of it between them and Connor pushed his hips up into it, wanting it, watching as Kyle's eyes slid tightly shut, his mouth opening as he made such a piteous little sound and this was the same too, the rush of wet heat against the palm of his hand only it was different still because Kyle didn't stop jerking him, arching into him and between his knee and his hand it was something like bliss, just perfect like that.
And then a wonderfully warm body was on top of him, not quite too heavy and gentle kisses were moving down his throat and chest, a random little pattern that was surprisingly soothing, matched by gently stroking fingertips. All his exertion from the night before was catching up on him and despite a sincere wish to stay awake so he could soak in this a little longer, Connor found he was drifting to sleep.
The weight shifted off of him, taking the warmth with it and Connor tried to murmur a protest, relaxed when the warmth came back behind him and carried a blanket with it. More fingertip touches on his back, comfortingly gentle and Connor fell asleep to their odd little beat on his skin.
~~*~~
He'd understood why his father had insisted that each of their bedrooms have a telephone in them. They both did most of their sleeping during the day and if there was an emergency, it wouldn't do if they snoozed through the call for backup.
He understood it, but why it had to be on the other side of the room he wasn't so convinced about. Sure, it woke you up a little before you answered it, but who needed an adrenaline rush for a guy trying to sell windows?
"H'lo?" Connor mumbled into what he hoped was the receiver. The bedside clock stated that it was ten-thirty in the morning. Wonderful.
"Connor?"
That woke him up a little more. "Dad?" he rasped. Cleared his throat and tried again. "Dad, what's going on?"
"Sounds like you're doing a bang up job tracking those wise guys."
"Even Batman sleeps from time to time," Connor yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"I wouldn't count on that if I were you."
Something on the other side of the room made a grumbling noise and the adrenaline rush finally hit him with enough force to give him a metaphorical concussion. Kyle, the aliens, his father on a forced vacation who was actually calling him "Dad, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong is that I managed to go camping in the one damned place where aliens would choose to crash land, that's what. Hightail your butt down here and let's see what we can make of all this."
"I'll be there as soon as I can…" he trailed off, glancing at the man who was currently snoring into his pillowcase. There was really no way around it. "Dad, I'm going to bring Kyle with me."
Staticky silence and Connor wished, not for the first time, that his father weren't so well-verse in things like this because there was exactly zero chance that he wasn't thinking that this was…pretty much just what it was."
"All right," Ollie said abruptly, startling him. "But tell him not to waste any of his time on the fancy hair gel of his. Just get here."
"I didn't lie to you, Dad," Connor blurted before Ollie could hang up the phone. "I mean, I didn't know I was."
"I know, kid. We'll be all right." Gruffly, then a sigh. "Just had to be him, didn't it…okay, you two get here pronto. We've got some bigtime crap going down."
Connor hung up the phone and took a moment to give an appreciative look at the man sprawled across his sheets.
Then he yanked the blankets off the bed.
It improved the view but didn't have the desired effect. Which meant he'd have to do this the hard way.
"Kyle, wake up."
"Mmmgh."
That was not a word, unless Kyle had learned a new language in space.
"Come on, your aliens are making a mess of an old growth forest." He was not thinking of crawling back into the bed with him, really he wasn't. Heroes did not forgo rescuing and…and heroing and things just because naked men were stretching on their beds. Which was really a shame. "C'mon, we don't have time to have one of those morning after freakouts this time.
"Wasn't my fault," Kyle mumbled into his pillow. "You see if having your girlfriend's ex poke you in the brain and clue you into the fact that you want to sleep with your best friend doesn't leave you a little weird around the edges."
"Girlfriend?"
"Ex-girlfriend," Kyle amended.
It was an uncomfortable reminder that this hadn’t started out in the best of ways. "I'm sorry about that."
"You're not really, but thanks for saying it," Kyle yawned and scratched his chest. "All right, let's get out of here. Kicking alien butt before breakfast is always how I like to spend my days."
His clothes were moving before he was, scooped up in a flare of green that Kyle only had to step into. Plainclothes vanished just as quickly into his uniform, mask in place. "Hurry up, slow draw, you can't fight bad guys in your birthday suit."
"You don't even know where we’re going," Connor pointed out as he pulled on his uniform.
Kyle snorted. "Crashed aliens, right? If I can't find one of those within a hundred mile radius then I need to turn in my decoder ring. "
He fidgeted while Connor finished dressing, tapping out a song that Connor almost recognized on the windowsill. He checked his arrows, pressed his mask over his eyes, and suddenly found himself scooped up in light.
"Finally!" They were already in the air, vertigo spinning through Connor's head when they abruptly stopped, hovering in midair.
It wasn't a choice to let Kyle kiss him, an almost hesitant press of lips against his own but it was certainly one to kiss him back, trying not to hold on to Kyle any harder than necessary because they weren't going to fall. Really. They weren't.
Kyle didn't seem to notice, pulled back enough to whisper, "I have no idea what I'm doing. With you."
Connor smiled a little. "Makes two of us. Let's figure it out after we deal with the aliens."
Kyle finally seemed to notice that Connor was trying to nonchalantly not panic about being held up in the air by nothing and they were both suddenly sitting on a flying dragon. Kyle was behind him which seemed strange for exactly the length of time it took for Kyle to wrap his arms around Connor's waist.
Oh, they were in so much trouble.
"Sounds like a plan," Kyle said in his ear. "After all, we need to uphold the tradition of Green Arrows and Green Lanterns working together. Hmmm, d'you think your dad and Hal ever…"
"Don't say it."
"Well, they did take that road trip…"
"Do not say it."
"You seemed to like it well enough…"
"Kyle!"
So much trouble, Connor knew it, with Kyle laughing behind him as they winged through the air in the direction of aliens refugees. Or alien hitmen. Refugee alien hitmen, who knew?
It was a good thing they were friends, was all. A really good thing.
-finis-
by Keelywolfe
Fandom: DC Universe
Pairing: Connor/Kyle, (Green Arrow/Green Lantern)
Rated NC-17
Read Part One
~~*~~
By the time his father returned from his road trip with Roy, he had a handle on it. There was nothing that a person couldn't learn to live without and Connor had been living without a great deal for a long time, even before his time at the monastery. That time could heal all wounds was more than a little cliché, but then, all cliché's had to have some basis in reality. Slowly, his head stopped aching constantly until he had only the occasional headache when he was tired.
Roy loaned him his scrapbooks and they had been filled with yellowing newsprint pictures of his dad looking strangely young without a beard and Roy looking obscenely young in his Speedy uniform. A history of torn pages carefully arranged with scotch tape and paste. There was even the occasional picture of Hal Jordan, and if seeing it made him ache a little for friends lost, then he accepted it as the price for having a friend at all.
Besides, nothing ever said it would stay lost forever. People did come back and refitted themselves into the lives they'd left behind. His father was living proof of that.
It lent a rhythm to life he'd never expected to have, a chance to know a father who'd been absent in his childhood and dead all too soon and a chance to make a new friend in Mia.
After she'd given up her attempts to flirt with him, anyway. She never asked about his trip to the park or the phone call and her speculative looks never manifested into the questions he knew she had. That it had coincided with the end of her more overt flirting told him exactly what the questions were and he was rather grateful that she didn't ask. He wasn't quite as certain of the answers as he had been before.
One morning when he'd been making pancakes it had occurred to him that he really wasn't a virgin anymore. With absolute certainty this time, no women who vanished in the middle of the night and took their cities with them.
He remembered talking to Kyle about it more than once and he'd never acted like it was strange that Connor was a virgin. Teased him a little about it from time to time, but gently, like a friend. Whose mouth was very soft and as strong as the rest of him and he'd called Connor beautiful while he'd whispered about need.
By the time he'd shaken off the memory, the pancakes had already been blackened to the point of ignition and the pan had given its life for the cause. He'd tossed the pan in the trash, carefully so that he didn't disrupt his father's elaborate recycling program and spent the rest of the day training so hard that when he'd collapsed into bed that night he hadn't dreamed at all.
That little incident aside, he was slowly getting back into the swing of things, back on the street with his bow in his hand and his father at his side.
He hadn't expected Kyle to make an appearance in his life again anytime soon, which was fine, but when he did Connor could at least say he was pleasantly surprised.
To say he hadn't expected it to begin with his father and Kyle in the middle of a fistfight, however, was an understatement.
The police band radio had led him right to them and to the bodies that were being wheeled out with white sheets over what was left of their heads. Three dead gangsters, and the supposed heroes who had been there and yet hadn't managed to save them were climbing up a fire escape while they squabbled about it.
That was sure going to look great in the morning edition.
He watched them arguing for some time from another rooftop until it got to the point he could make out individual insults from a distance of forty feet.
"Overblown incontinent fossil!!" From Kyle, loud enough that Superman was probably wincing on the other side of the country.
"And that's my cue." Connor said, slipping his hands between them to push them apart. He couldn't, quite, make himself touch Kyle. Even furious, spouting insults and practically glowing with indignation, it felt good to see him.
For precisely the amount of time it took for him to storm away.
"Kyle, wait!"
Kyle was still on his feet rather than simply flying away which he hoped meant something.
Connor followed him. "Look, this has been really hard for him. To say Hal was his best friend is an understatement –"
No words but Kyle started walking faster. Not good; he really, really didn't want Kyle to leave like this. The wedge between them was already wide enough. Connor tried again, "I know this is hard for you to believe but you and Oliver Queen are a lot alike."
"Yeah? We both live in the past and cheat on our women, is that it?"
He'd forgotten that particular quirk of Kyle's. Make the first attack brutal-hard, a quick shot in the most vulnerable places. It made him good in a battle, physical and verbal, and Connor had to take a deep breath to catch his own temper. He hadn't been the one who abandoned their friendship after…after what happened.
"I was going to say you're both obstinate," Connor said coolly. "But I should add that, when angry enough, you both spout the worst kinds of insults to your friends."
It had a better effect than he'd expected. Kyle spun back around, crowding in too close in front of him. There wasn't much of a height difference between them but Connor could almost feel Kyle trying to use it, a bare two inches of supposed superiority. "Is that what you think we are? Friends?"
Oh, it hurt, more than he'd expected. He'd known, of course he'd known, since the last time Kyle had been in Star City. Their friendship had been broken, littered into pieces between them, but to hear it so clearly…
He tried to think of something else to say; he couldn't even begin to fix this and he couldn't just leave it, not like this.
Then Kyle kissed him.
He tasted like oranges, something that was possibly alcoholic and beneath it, the memory of something Connor had only had once. Hot, hard mouth, Kyle kissed like he did everything else, with full force and intention. And Connor folded into it just like he had before, opened his mouth and let Kyle suck on his tongue. One touch and he was already stupid with it and what the hell was wrong with him?
Connor bit Kyle's lip, hard enough to make the other man wince and groan, push in harder for more. Pulled back to trace Connor's lips with the tip of his tongue before he moved back in, hard enough that his mouth skidded against Connor's, slick and wonderful, dragging his lips over Connor's until they were both panting with wet, aching mouths.
It felt like forever or at least far longer than it should have been, all things considered. On and on and, dear god, his father was right behind them and Kyle had one hand in his hair and one hand on his ass and --
"We aren't friends, Connor." Whispered against his mouth. Kyle's thumb swept lightly over the scar at his temple, almost concealed now by his hair.
Connor forced himself to step back and found his eyes drawn almost immediately to Kyle's mouth, his damp, too-red lips.
"Why are you in Star City?" Connor whispered.
They were still close enough he could tell even behind the mask when Kyle's eyes flicked to look behind him. "Not now. We'll talk soon."
Flaring green and Kyle was already in the air and gone.
"Yeah, we will," Connor muttered, annoyed. With a sigh, he turned around to face his father. Who was staring in complete silence that Connor didn't like at all. A quiet Ollie was not a good one and he never stayed quiet for long.
"What the hell was that about?" his dad finally demanded.
Connor winced internally at his icy tone and matched it. "It's none of your business."
"None of my -- "
"You're going on vacation," Connor told him abruptly, "You've been going full bore since, well, ever since you 'got back'. You obviously need a break." He could see the storm brewing in the set of Ollie's jaw and didn't care. The man hadn't been back from the dead long enough for Connor to even want to consider losing him again.
"With three dead wise guys and alien hit men running around, you want me out of town?" Ollie's voice was smooth as glass and just as cool, all the tension in his body in his arms folded over his chest.
"I'll look into it." One of them needed to be calm and in control, and it was clear that Ollie wasn't volunteering for that. "There will be plenty of drugs, assaults, and thefts for you when you get back."
"You and the leatherboy will look into it, you mean. You sure you don't just want me out of the house while he's around?"
His hair had just grown back in. Tearing it out with his bare hands really wouldn't help. "Dad, it's not like that!"
"Not like what, not like you lying to me?" There was real anger in his father's voice, of the like Connor had never heard directed at him.
It left him stunned, calm abandoning him. It took him a moment to find his voice again, barely a whisper as he said, "I would never…"
"Bullshit! You've done nothing but tell me you're all about the girls. You wanna tell me that was nothing?"
"No, but -- I didn't mean --"
"Then where do you get off lecturing me?" Ollie spun away from him back towards the fire escape.
"Dad, I -- "
"Don't. Don't even." His father wasn't even looking at him and Connor suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe, crushing weight in his chest. "I think maybe I do need to take a vacation," Ollie said, almost flippantly. "You can take care of my city for a couple of days, can't ya?"
"Yeah," Connor said, numbly. He'd been right. His father and Kyle did have a great deal in common when it came to hitting the jugular.
Ollie swung over the side of the building and onto the fire escape and he was already three rungs down before he hesitated. "Give me a call if you need me?" The faint vulnerability that so few knew about was all right there in that one question.
Connor closed his eyes. "Sure, Dad."
He was gone without another word. After a moment, Connor sank down and sat on the roof, gravel and possibly broken glass digging rudely into his tights. He stared at the city for a long time, the lighted windows that blinked on and off like winking eyes. People who were going on with their ordinary lives behind them, with their dogs and children and cable boxes, and who probably never thought about him at all past the eleven o'clock news.
He didn't watch for long; there were three dead men. Not good men to be sure. There was probably a fair amount of blood on their hands but their lives had been their own and it wasn't his job to dwell on the morals of the dead, only to find their killers.
~~*~~
It was nearly dawn before he found his way home, exhausted and frustrated and in desperate need of a shower. His father wasn't home and Connor chose not to speculate on where he was. He had taken his cell and that was good enough.
A shower went a long way towards improving his mood, hot water sluicing away his irritation at not finding any useful information despite hours of searching, among other things.
By the time he walked back to his room, a towel slung around his hips while he used another to dry his hair, Connor was more settled. There were times that a hot shower was a better meditation exercise than any other.
Tomorrow might provide a lead for him, that and a clearer mind. Tonight, he amended, dropping the towels in the hamper before digging through his dresser for a clean pair of shorts. A faint scraping sound made him frown, pulling the shorts over his legs and up. He wasn't Batman but he could still tell when someone was crouched out on his window ledge.
Apparently, 'talk soon' was going to be sooner than he'd expected.
Connor debated on leaving him out there but it wasn't like Kyle really needed to use the window or even a door if he didn't want to. He supposed he should feel grateful Kyle had waited to be invited in, if an invitation was what he wanted. He opened the window and stepped away from it, both letting Kyle know he knew the man was there and giving him a choice on whether to come in or not.
He didn't have to wait long. The faint green light Kyle always gave off when he was using his ring cast the room in an eerie glow. "Any reason you're coming in this way?" Connor asked, pulling a t-shirt over his head before he turned back to the window.
Kyle was sitting on the ledge, one knee drawn up so he could wrap his arms around it. "Since this is how you usually come into my place, it seemed only fair."
He wasn't having this, no little word games this time. All his lost tension wound itself back into him, a hard knot in his chest. "You just had to do that in front of my dad, didn't you."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean -- " Kyle's words and his expression were both perfectly contrite and a complete lie. A Green Lantern should have better control over his breathing, over the flicker of his eyes, Connor didn't say, couldn't be spiteful even now.
"Don't even try to play it like that with me." Connor said instead, let his anger seep into his voice. "That's exactly what you meant." Kyle's silence only confirmed it and that stung, hard as a punch. "I am not a weapon for you to hurt each other with. Either of you."
"I know." There was some honesty in his shame. A bare increase in the light and Kyle's mask melted into smoke, letting Connor see his eyes. It made him remember Kyle doing the same thing years before, green eyes and a name given to him like a gift.
It also made him remember why Kyle had sought him out. Lost fathers in common and Connor sighed. "I know Oliver is rough on you, it's just, Hal was his friend –"
"It isn't Hal." Kyle hopped down from the window ledge and closed it before he tipped a look in Connor's direction. "You really think he's the first person I've gotten that from? Practically every person on this planet has compared me to Hal. People from other galaxies are comparing me to Hal Jordan. And I know Hal, too, you know. I know him. Do you really believe I don't understand?"
Connor sat down on the edge of the bed, a little lost. "Then what?"
"You don't have much stuff, you know that?" Kyle said, almost idly. He walked around the room, slowly, almost but not quite touching the few small things that were around. A framed picture of his dad and Mia on one corner of the desk. The stack of scrapbooks that he'd borrowed from Roy and hadn't returned yet. "I've never really seen your room before. I mean," and he laughed, oddly, "Last time I was here, I didn't look around much."
His room was small; it didn't take Kyle very long to make a complete circle, leaving him standing in the middle of it, arms crossed over his chest. Defensive posture, Connor's mind told him, Kyle was bracing himself before he said, "You used to come to my place all the time."
He had. Made trips to New York once or twice a month to visit his mother and he couldn't leave without seeing Kyle, but, "After…what happened, I didn't think it would be a good idea anymore."
"You stopped dropping in long before that, Connor."
That was true, too, he'd been busy with his father's resurrection, just plain busy in general. But that wasn't quite true; he still managed to visit his mother from time to time. "You're right, I'm sorry. I suppose I just thought you were too busy with everything. I didn't…want to be in the way."
"You used to come to me for advice, or just to talk or hang," Kyle spoke like he hadn't heard Connor at all. He moved restlessly, his hands searching for somewhere to be like they were craving pockets that just couldn't exist in pseudo-spandex.
"I found my dad," Kyle added, quietly. "Couple of weeks ago."
Oh. "You never said," Connor said unevenly. Fathers lost and fathers found, another thing in common.
"I know. I was going to, you know?" Kyle spread his arms in a strange mixture of a shrug and a gesture of helplessness. "If anyone else on the planet deserved to know, it would be you."
"Why didn't you?"
Kyle shrugged. "Your dad and I never quite seemed to get off on the right foot and I felt sort of weird intruding when you just got him back," he answered and there was a sudden tightness around his mouth. "And you stopped visiting, so –" He shrugged again, a sulky little movement that left his shoulders hunched inward.
Connor stared at him with widened eyes. "Are you jealous of my dad?"
"No! But I've been doing this for a while now, I'm not about to bust my ass trying to prove anything to him and we were friends before he –" The look Kyle gave him was equal measures of sourness and, yes, jealousy, and Connor couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it before. "I suppose you'll laugh at me if I said I had you first."
It was so ridiculous, so childish and completely, perfectly Kyle. "I'm fairly sure he had first dibs," Connor said dryly. "But he's my father and you're my –" Friend, he didn't say. That word was still under dispute.
Kyle's frown deepened. "I missed you."
"You don't have to."
"You stopped coming," Kyle said plaintively.
"You never came at all," Connor countered and he knew, he knew Kyle's sudden smirk was completely about something dirty. It faded quickly, clear honesty in green eyes.
"I know. I'm sorry." Subdued sincerity. "I didn't come here to hurt either of you."
"All right," Connor accepted it calmly, accepted back the friendship that was being offered.
"I didn't mean to hurt you before, either."
He had to close his eyes against that one. Friendship he could take, but this was something else, this was -- "I know."
"I mean it."
"What do you want, Kyle?" Now the plaintiveness was in him.
"I don't know." There was a soft touch under his chin, fingertips tilting his head up, just a little. "But I know it starts like this."
The brush of Kyle's mouth against his made him inhale sharply, painfully tender and gone in an instant. He opened his eyes to find Kyle crouched in front of him, his hands shifting in that way that meant they were still looking for someplace to be. Another shift and his uniform was gone, leaving Kyle in jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing but Kyle, waiting for him.
"What about –" Jade, he couldn't seem to say, gesturing in a slightly vulgar way to indicate femaleness.
"Do you really want to know?"
These past few weeks, he had understood his father's motivations where relationships were concerned far more than he had ever thought possible. It still didn't make it right; he couldn't take what couldn't be freely given. "Yes."
A smirk, pained and sour. "She left me."
He yanked Kyle forward by his shirt, kissed him hard enough that their teeth clicked painfully. They sprawled back on the bed, mouths jarring apart for the instant it took Kyle to catch his balance, straddling Connor and licking at his mouth like he'd been waiting all this time just to do that.
Warm, strong hands slipped beneath his shirt, sliding up his chest. It lacked the desperation of that other time, Kyle's mouth, his hands more certain, more here, the hot push of his tongue as it tangled with Connor's. His hands were sure against Connor's skin, confident of everything they knew they were about to get.
Drawing pleasure through him the same way he painted with his brushes, with his mind, and Connor thought he might be whimpering and Kyle was breathing harshly over him, panting cool gusts against Connor's wet mouth. Fingernails scratching against him and he arched up without even thinking, wanting more of that touch, more of Kyle pressed against him.
One denim-clad leg was pushed between his own, rubbing cotton roughness between his thighs, shorts rucked up high on this thighs.
This was not what sex was supposed to be like. There should be love, there should be –
" – ah!...oh, Kyle – "
Shorts were no barrier at all to the warm palm pressed against his crotch, there might as well not be anything there at all. Pressure grinding against his cock, hard cock, had been hard almost from the instant Kyle kissed him. He smelled sharp and undeniably masculine, his cheek brushing Connor's as he licked at Connor's ear.
Maybe it wasn't love, maybe it was something else entirely but Kyle was his friend and this felt entirely too right.
And if this made him gay, well, it wasn't his fault he hadn't known he'd like this. No one had told him that a man's hand on his cock would feel like such a perfectly good idea or how easy it would be to slide his legs apart for it, to let Kyle push that oh, so kind hand down the front of his shorts and squeeze him in a rhythm that made Connor dimly afraid he was hyperventilating, breathing too hard and fast.
"You're beautiful," murmured into his throat and it threw up a sharp splinter in his memory, the last time they were like this and Connor reminded himself that Kyle knew what he was doing this time. Had talked in complete sentences and everything even before he'd made himself at home in Connor's lap.
Wet lips nudged against his cheek, bringing up a prickle of goosebumps down his arms. It seemed to bring them back to life, and he could touch Kyle too, if he wanted. Stroked his fingers through soft, soft hair and down the back of Kyle's neck, felt the rhythmic flexing in his shoulder as he moved his arm, Kyle already five steps ahead of him when it came to petting.
He could be that brave, he decided, working the buttons at Kyle's fly and slipping his hand inside. Hot inside, damp against the backs of his fingers and Kyle's other hand was suddenly there, closing around his, guiding him, showing him and Kyle was hot against his palm, slick-soft skin.
The different degrees of heat under his hands both demanded his attention, soft skin of Kyle's back infinitely cooler than the hard flesh in Connor's other hand. He didn't really have to move either of them, Kyle moved perfectly well for both of them. Like he couldn't decide if he wanted to use all their hands or just rub himself against Connor, dragging his hand over Connor's fingers and making him move, erratic and wonderful as Kyle's hand on him.
He could smell it now, the sharp sex of it between them and Connor pushed his hips up into it, wanting it, watching as Kyle's eyes slid tightly shut, his mouth opening as he made such a piteous little sound and this was the same too, the rush of wet heat against the palm of his hand only it was different still because Kyle didn't stop jerking him, arching into him and between his knee and his hand it was something like bliss, just perfect like that.
And then a wonderfully warm body was on top of him, not quite too heavy and gentle kisses were moving down his throat and chest, a random little pattern that was surprisingly soothing, matched by gently stroking fingertips. All his exertion from the night before was catching up on him and despite a sincere wish to stay awake so he could soak in this a little longer, Connor found he was drifting to sleep.
The weight shifted off of him, taking the warmth with it and Connor tried to murmur a protest, relaxed when the warmth came back behind him and carried a blanket with it. More fingertip touches on his back, comfortingly gentle and Connor fell asleep to their odd little beat on his skin.
~~*~~
He'd understood why his father had insisted that each of their bedrooms have a telephone in them. They both did most of their sleeping during the day and if there was an emergency, it wouldn't do if they snoozed through the call for backup.
He understood it, but why it had to be on the other side of the room he wasn't so convinced about. Sure, it woke you up a little before you answered it, but who needed an adrenaline rush for a guy trying to sell windows?
"H'lo?" Connor mumbled into what he hoped was the receiver. The bedside clock stated that it was ten-thirty in the morning. Wonderful.
"Connor?"
That woke him up a little more. "Dad?" he rasped. Cleared his throat and tried again. "Dad, what's going on?"
"Sounds like you're doing a bang up job tracking those wise guys."
"Even Batman sleeps from time to time," Connor yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"I wouldn't count on that if I were you."
Something on the other side of the room made a grumbling noise and the adrenaline rush finally hit him with enough force to give him a metaphorical concussion. Kyle, the aliens, his father on a forced vacation who was actually calling him "Dad, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong is that I managed to go camping in the one damned place where aliens would choose to crash land, that's what. Hightail your butt down here and let's see what we can make of all this."
"I'll be there as soon as I can…" he trailed off, glancing at the man who was currently snoring into his pillowcase. There was really no way around it. "Dad, I'm going to bring Kyle with me."
Staticky silence and Connor wished, not for the first time, that his father weren't so well-verse in things like this because there was exactly zero chance that he wasn't thinking that this was…pretty much just what it was."
"All right," Ollie said abruptly, startling him. "But tell him not to waste any of his time on the fancy hair gel of his. Just get here."
"I didn't lie to you, Dad," Connor blurted before Ollie could hang up the phone. "I mean, I didn't know I was."
"I know, kid. We'll be all right." Gruffly, then a sigh. "Just had to be him, didn't it…okay, you two get here pronto. We've got some bigtime crap going down."
Connor hung up the phone and took a moment to give an appreciative look at the man sprawled across his sheets.
Then he yanked the blankets off the bed.
It improved the view but didn't have the desired effect. Which meant he'd have to do this the hard way.
"Kyle, wake up."
"Mmmgh."
That was not a word, unless Kyle had learned a new language in space.
"Come on, your aliens are making a mess of an old growth forest." He was not thinking of crawling back into the bed with him, really he wasn't. Heroes did not forgo rescuing and…and heroing and things just because naked men were stretching on their beds. Which was really a shame. "C'mon, we don't have time to have one of those morning after freakouts this time.
"Wasn't my fault," Kyle mumbled into his pillow. "You see if having your girlfriend's ex poke you in the brain and clue you into the fact that you want to sleep with your best friend doesn't leave you a little weird around the edges."
"Girlfriend?"
"Ex-girlfriend," Kyle amended.
It was an uncomfortable reminder that this hadn’t started out in the best of ways. "I'm sorry about that."
"You're not really, but thanks for saying it," Kyle yawned and scratched his chest. "All right, let's get out of here. Kicking alien butt before breakfast is always how I like to spend my days."
His clothes were moving before he was, scooped up in a flare of green that Kyle only had to step into. Plainclothes vanished just as quickly into his uniform, mask in place. "Hurry up, slow draw, you can't fight bad guys in your birthday suit."
"You don't even know where we’re going," Connor pointed out as he pulled on his uniform.
Kyle snorted. "Crashed aliens, right? If I can't find one of those within a hundred mile radius then I need to turn in my decoder ring. "
He fidgeted while Connor finished dressing, tapping out a song that Connor almost recognized on the windowsill. He checked his arrows, pressed his mask over his eyes, and suddenly found himself scooped up in light.
"Finally!" They were already in the air, vertigo spinning through Connor's head when they abruptly stopped, hovering in midair.
It wasn't a choice to let Kyle kiss him, an almost hesitant press of lips against his own but it was certainly one to kiss him back, trying not to hold on to Kyle any harder than necessary because they weren't going to fall. Really. They weren't.
Kyle didn't seem to notice, pulled back enough to whisper, "I have no idea what I'm doing. With you."
Connor smiled a little. "Makes two of us. Let's figure it out after we deal with the aliens."
Kyle finally seemed to notice that Connor was trying to nonchalantly not panic about being held up in the air by nothing and they were both suddenly sitting on a flying dragon. Kyle was behind him which seemed strange for exactly the length of time it took for Kyle to wrap his arms around Connor's waist.
Oh, they were in so much trouble.
"Sounds like a plan," Kyle said in his ear. "After all, we need to uphold the tradition of Green Arrows and Green Lanterns working together. Hmmm, d'you think your dad and Hal ever…"
"Don't say it."
"Well, they did take that road trip…"
"Do not say it."
"You seemed to like it well enough…"
"Kyle!"
So much trouble, Connor knew it, with Kyle laughing behind him as they winged through the air in the direction of aliens refugees. Or alien hitmen. Refugee alien hitmen, who knew?
It was a good thing they were friends, was all. A really good thing.
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Date: 2005-09-11 11:36 pm (UTC)Angst, comfort, and dear Connor, trying to make the best of insane situations.
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Date: 2005-09-13 07:16 pm (UTC)Poor Connor, he always has to be the sane one. :)
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Date: 2005-09-11 11:57 pm (UTC)And as ever, I love your way with words: "By the time he'd shaken off the memory, the pancakes had already been blackened to the point of ignition and the pan had given its life for the cause. " *giggle*
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Date: 2005-09-13 07:18 pm (UTC)And as someone who has destroyed a few pans in her life, I like seeing someone else suffer once in a while. *G*
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Date: 2005-09-12 12:04 am (UTC)I love how you write kisses, detailed, but without it seeming too much, or too clinical. I wish I could absorb a little of that style. And I like very much that you didn't just skip over the girlfriend as unimportant -- and how much did I love that it was important to Connor to know about her, before diving in? *g*
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Date: 2005-09-13 07:27 pm (UTC)And I like very much that you didn't just skip over the girlfriend as unimportant -- and how much did I love that it was important to Connor to know about her, before diving in? *g*
I think Connor is the type of guy who would never be able to forgive himself if he hurt someone else just to make himself happy. He might have a lapse of judgement when he, you know, has a head wound or something, but in the norm, he's entirely too sweet. *G*
Thank you!
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Date: 2005-09-12 01:26 am (UTC)I love your turn of phrase .. hehehe
Fantastic story as usual ^_^
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Date: 2005-09-30 07:07 am (UTC)Completely *love* Kyle's wondering on the possibilities of Ollie/Hal.
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Date: 2005-10-12 08:58 pm (UTC)Completely *love* Kyle's wondering on the possibilities of Ollie/Hal.
Heh, as well he should! Those two are perfectly slashable as far as I am concerned. ;)
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Date: 2005-11-16 02:01 pm (UTC)Yes, Kyle's demotion broke my heart and I especially disliked the way they did it. Why is it that they feel the need to steal the thunder from every character that has died? It really ruins the storylines