3 - [I] trusted [you]? For the fic prompt? If it isn't too much trouble?
“Martin,” Jon says, sounding scandalized and a bit breathless. “I trusted you!”
Martin’s hands, still on Jon’s sides from where he’d been tickling him a moment before, press down ever so gently. “Sorry,” Martin says, sounding not remotely sorry at all. “I just- I couldn’t resist.”
Jon’s scowl is rather like that of a cat whose favorite armchair has been stolen.
Martin laughs, just once, before moving his hands down to Jon’s hips and pulling him slightly closer to him. “Sorry,” he repeats, fondness dripping from his voice like honey. “You just... you get this little crinkle on your nose when you laugh, right here--”
Martin presses a quick kiss to Jon’s nose.
“--and it’s really quite adorable.”
Jon makes a disgruntled noise. “I am not,“ he says firmly, “nor have I ever been adorable.”
“Okay, not true,” Martin says casually before sliding his hands back up to Jon’s sides and tickling him again.
Jon’s laughter rings through the safehouse, like bells and birdsong and every lovely sound Martin can think of. “Martin,” he says, and Martin has a few seconds to enjoy the small wrinkle on Jon’s nose before Jon rests his forehead on Martin’s shoulder, little bubbles of laughter escaping him even after Martin’s hands still and return to Jon’s hips.
“See?” Martin says, the affection curling within him making him a bit giddy. “Adorable.”
“You’re a menace,” Jon says into the fabric of Martin’s jumper. “A cruel and unjust boyfriend.” Jon raises his head, his lips curled in a pout. It lasts only a moment before his mouth folds into a smile, warm and uninhibited and breathtakingly beautiful. “What on Earth am I going to do with you?”
Martin hums and opens his mouth to speak, but whatever he’d been about to say is swallowed by a giggle as Jon moves his hands to Martin’s sides and tickles him with a vengeance.
“Jon!”
