Idle Chatter
Rating: T. Wordcount: 200. Summary: Medic is chatting with Heavy. CHeavy gets jealous. Tags: Jealousy, implied polyamory, fluff.
The mercenary's eyes lingered on his younger adversary. A frown creased across his lips as he looked at his lover. Laughter chimed in the air between them, soft words of love whispered. His frown only deepened, growing thicker and eyes knitted tight. A low growl purred out of his throat.
"Heavy?" His lover's voice chimed in his ear. The older man perked up, snapping out of his thoughts. He looked dead ahead at his lover. A grin shot across his lips.
"Yeah, Frankenstein? What's the matter?" The Classic said, tilting his head. His grin grew wider. Once hard looks softened into bubbly ones.
Medic giggled at him before cupping his chin with his hand. He leaned in, hot breath tickling his ear. A shiver ran down the man's spine as his breath hitched. His heart pounded in his chest, mind whirling at the outpouring of attention. A squeal bubbled in his throat.
"You've been gripping my thigh for the past few minutes, lieber." Medic whispered. A devious smirk played across his lips as he moved away. The Classic blinked for a few seconds before looking down at the doctor's lap. He blushed beet red and instantly pulled his hand away.