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Syx hadn’t slept the entire time he’d been behind bars, he just couldn’t. The dreams always haunted him. The solitary made him feel half mad. More than half mad really. He’d pulled a stupid stunt to get out.  More foolish than he should, but it worked. Anna and Minion would be eager to see him. So would Wayne. Yet he found himself outside of the towering building that Harrison lived in. The bags under his eyes were deep, a five-o-clock shadow on his jaw, his clothing too big and stolen. He’d used a brain bot to fly up to the roof of a nearby building. He didn’t even know what his plan was. He was just tired and wanted the thoughts to go away.

Syx sank into the bed, soothing his hands over the smooth sheets. Reaching out for Harrison again, Syx felt horribly needy in doing so. Letting out a breath he murmured, “I feel a little cheated, you got to see me without my shirt on,” mostly he just wanted skin contact. 

“And in your cute little underwear too,” Harrison teased as Syx nestled in.  It doesn’t take him long to choose to loose his tie and perfectly pressed pants, but he keeps his shirt on.  For some reason, it seems like another line that it would be unwise to cross, though he does unbutton it completely before sliding in next to Syx in the loose shirt and a bright pair of underwear.  

He opens his arms as he settles on his back, willing to let Syx pick whatever position is most comfortable.  “Come here.”

Syx slid up beside Harrison, running his hand over the other man’s bared stomach, marveling at the subtle differences. He had to chuckle at the ridiculous underwear, though. Pressing himself into Harrison’s side tangled one leg with Harrison’s, honestly happy they both still had their underwear on. The removal of which would be a line he wanted to cross but wasn’t in the right mental place for.

Lifting himself up on an elbow he had to ask, “Your Wayne isn’t going to throttle me if he walks in on this is he?”

“My Wayne isn’t the throttling type,” Harrison reassured him.  He wrapped one arm firmly around Syx’s lower back and the other started to massage his upper back and shoulder.  The slippery satin worked a bit like massage oil, letting his hands easily slip over the other blue man’s tense muscles.  “And it wont be the first time he’s walked in on me snuggling another blue man in our bed.  Probably won’t be the last either.”

Syx relaxed into the touch, easing down until his head rested on Harrison’s shoulder. Letting out a content sigh as his tension unwound, “Well you’re making me feel far less special.”

He was tired and still feeling out the boundaries of this strange new relationship but he rose slightly and captured Harrison’s lips in a quick kiss. Settling half over the over blue man as he melted under the massaging hands.