Boy oh Boy we’re in it now! Sorry it takes so long to get to the actual dancing part LMAO
The laboratory was quiet, the only noises that echoed through the silent room was whatever was coming from the project that Enigma had decidedly dedicated himself towards today. Likely to abandon it within the following week, as he usually did once he predicted the outcome before he even finished testing it. Enigma was usually right after all
Enigma had no idea how long he had stowed himself away, buried in his work. No one attempted to bother him while he was working anyways, having learned that it was near impossible to drag him out of his lab unless it was an emergency. No rest, no time to waste, Enigma continued working- a methodical self-built machine to keep going no matter what.
That’s likely why he didn’t hear the soft footsteps approaching his domain, the door opening to reveal another man who had been looking for the engineer. The only one who usually dared to disturb him while he worked- Matt. Though he doesn’t say anything, only lifts and eyebrow and leans on the doorway, watching Enigma fiddle with whatever technological advancement it was trying to accomplish now.
A small knowing smile stretches across Matt’s face, tilting his head as he waits for Enigma to notice him, though he knows the other man won’t. For as smart as Enigma was, it really was still quite thick headed.
As Enigma grabs a tool of the bench, reaching around for a part that he needed and then twisting it into place, Matt finally lifted himself off the doorway having reached his limit of waiting. As much as he loved watching the genius at work, he was here for another reason. Matt saunters up behind Enigma, before draping himself over the smaller man, wrapping his arms around Enigma’s chest best he could in that position.
There’s a grunt of surprise, the piece of metal in Enigma’s hand dropping with a clatter on the table as he tries to turn his head to see who it was- but he already knew.
“Matt.” Enigma’s frown deepens, clearly annoyed that he had been disturbed by his work. “What are you doing here?” Straight to the point as always, though unlike normally, he didn’t immediately try to wiggle out of Matt’s grasp.
Rolling his eyes, Matt squeezes just a bit tighter seeing as Enigma wasn’t pulling away from him, eyes flickering to it’s long shark-like tail that flicked on the ground. “Don’t you remember? We were going to go out tonight.”
At the tighter squeezing, Enigma shuffles in his seat, attempting to wriggle from Matt’s tight embrace to little avail, “It’s already eight?” Enigma mumbles with a tsk, talking more to himself than to Matt.
“Yes it is, so why don’t you put this down and get cleaned up. We’re already running late and I got us reservations at this really nice restaurant that just opened up...” Matt answers anyways, humming softly as he tries not to laugh at Enigma’s pathetic attempt to break free. He could easily if he truly wanted to, but Enigma wouldn’t and Matt knew it. It was a pride thing at this point, of a man who didn’t want to admit he liked to be held.
There’s only a grunt in response, Enigma eyeing his partially built...whatever it was. He wanted to keep working but, he did agree to go out with Matt earlier. Enigma never liked to go out, but Matt did, and Enigma was trying to be better for him. Which meant he’d have to do some things he didn’t like to do.
Sensing Enigma’s reluctance, Matt moves his arms and clasps his hands over Enigma’s, using one to gently pull the tool Enigma had been using from his bandaged fingers and set it to the side. There’s no resistance from the engineer, only shrugging off his taller companion as it was fully able to squirm from Matt’s grasp and stand up from his seat, yet his other hand still remained loosely in Matt’s hold. There’s a raise of an eyebrow as Enigma wriggles out of his grasp, Matt somewhat disappointed in the now distance between them, but curls his fingers around Enigma’s even tighter as if to hold the slippery shark in place and keep him from fleeing from him again.
“I need to go find my nice clothes, then I’ll be ready.” Enigma uses his free hand to rub at his temple, unsure where he put those things he hated wearing so much. He often wore his usual tank top and baggy pants, complete with a lab coat ripped at the sleeves, it was comfortable and loose, not stuffy like those suits he often wore when being with Matt. Yet Enigma suffered through it for Matt’s sake, anyone else and he wouldn’t have given a damn if he looked like a disgruntled mess. But Matt was, well Matt, and Enigma...didn’t want to lose him again.
As Enigma moves to go locate his change of clothes, Matt quietly watches him begin to leave, letting Enigma pull his hand before it drops away. Matt flexes his fingers for a moment, observing Enigma running an exasperated hand through his hair, long tail sliding across the floor, all the while a tired frown on his face. It was clear he didn’t want to go, but he did it anyways to appease Matt’s musings. He had been for quite awhile now, putting himself out more and more for Matt’s sake...indulging in the man’s consistent whims despite his frequent complaining of them.
A smile works it’s way onto Matt’s lips, warmth blossoming in his chest as even he can see how hard Enigma had been trying- for him. For his boys. For himself. Matt held nothing but love and affection for the other man, proud of how far he had come since their college years where Enigma barely even paid attention to the people around him- let alone how they felt.
In a split-second decision, Matt’s shoes tap across the floor, hand once again suddenly grabbing hold of Enigma’s. There’s a brief wh- sound from Enigma that he doesn’t get to finish before Matt sharply tugs on his arm, pulling Enigma into his chest and then wrapping his other arm around Enigma’s waist.
“I changed my mind, let’s stay here instead~!” Matt chirps, and Enigma stares up at him blankly, eyebrows furrowing together.
“But your reservations-” Enigma mumbles, standing stiffly pressed against Matt. Not sure what to make of the position he was in now.
With a shush, Matt silences Enigma’s concerns, twirling them around in place. Enigma stumbles over being swung around, gripping onto Matt tighter as he tries not to trip over his own feet.
“What- are you doing?” He grunts, eyebrow twitching planting his feet in place to stop looking like an utter idiot as he was swung around.
“What does it look like?” Matt raises a brow, “We’re dancing!” He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, yet Enigma continued to stare blankly at him.
“I don’t-” Enigma fumbles his words, “I mean there’s no- music-” Not exactly what he wanted to say, still trying to formulate the proper words, “This is ridiculous.” Finally ending it with a huff.
“Do we really need music to let loose a little? C’mon Enigma lighten up!” Matt’s smile widens, giving the other man a wink which causes Enigma to turn his head away a deeper frown crossing his face (though, Matt can make out the barest hint of a flush rising to it’s cheeks).
Truthfully, Matt’s so-called whim was his way of giving back to Enigma. After all, Enigma had been going out of his way to make Matt happy, it was only fair of Matt to do the same. So if that meant they stayed in today instead of going out? That was fine by Matt, he just wanted to be with Enigma in some fashion. That doesn’t mean he won’t let Enigma off that easy however...
The smile turns into a smirk, “Oh...ooooh...don’t tell me, Mr. Creator of Idol Robots can’t dance?” Matt teases, the hint of laughter lacing his voice, Enigma tensed up immediately, tail thrashing on the floor. It appeared that Matt hit it dead on.
There’s a snort of laughter from the taller man, Enigma turning to glare up at him, “So what? Not all of us wasted time on theater, it’s not like it matters if I can’t dance or not. I never needed to know how in my line of work.” Bitterness laces his tone.
“Then I’ll teach you, right now!” Matt quickly quips right back, “It matters this second after all!” Enigma groans at that, but doesn’t pull away, knowing Matt would only keep pestering him until he gave in.
“Fine. What do I do?”
“Just follow my lead!”
Matt pulls on his hand, softer this time, guiding the engineer through the steps. Enigma tries to keep up, annoyed with himself every time he mumbles an apology for accidently stepping on Matt’s foot. Enigma eventually, tentatively, wraps his own free arm around Matt’s waist, getting more comfortable with the intimate position they were in.
“You’ve always been a quick study.” Matt jokes as they continue to twirl and spin, smiling down at Enigma who rolls his eyes. “Maybe you missed your true calling!”
“Over my dead body.” Was Enigma’s flat reply, only earning a laugh from Matt as he hoisted Enigma up for a moment the smaller man gripping tightly to Matt with wide eyes, clearly not expecting this. There’s a hiss of ‘put me DOWN’ and Matt carefully sets Enigma back down, once again leading him around the room and ignoring the bitter glare Enigma was giving him.
Matt begins to quietly a hum a tune from memory, giving the silence a musical sound to it, still leading Enigma around to the beat of his drum. Genuinely, he’s surprised Enigma is allowing him to continually tug it around, usually he wasn’t one to give up an inch...
Lost in his thoughts for a moment, he’s drug out of them as Matt feels something press into his chest, the grip on his hand getting tighter. Looking back down he could feel his heart slam in his chest as he makes note of Enigma’s head now resting on his chest, the engineer’s eyes peacefully shut and trusting Matt to continue to lead him.
Continuing to hum his tune, Matt slows down their dance for Enigma, allowing it to continue to rest, warmth blossoming through his body. Truly, he did love this grumpy little man, even if no one else understood why. But they didn’t know Enigma like Matt did, never got to experience the little moments like these.
Matt leans his head down to rest on top of Enigma’s, there’s a sigh from the engineer but nothing suggesting he minded. It wasn’t much of a dance anymore, just quietly swaying and moving back at forth to their own beat. But that was enough for them, they never really needed anything extravagant or fancy to be themselves and that is why Matt loved Enigma. For being truly and authentically himself no matter what people thought of him, even now.
Allowing his own eyes to shut, Matt thinks to himself that he wouldn’t change this moment for the world.
