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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      DC's_Legends_of_Tomorrow_(TV), The_Flash_(TV_2014)
  Relationship:
      Mick_Rory/Leonard_Snart
  Character:
      Mick_Rory, Leonard_Snart
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Mutual_Masturbation, First_Time, kind_of_at_least, Trans_Leonard
      Snart
  Series:
      Part 2 of Things_To_Think_About_Before_Putting_Bread_In_The_Oven
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-24 Words: 1319
****** Malibu Blue Skies ******
by pvnisher
Summary
     mick and len finally say something.
Notes
     okay so quick note: in this series, leonard snart is a genderqueer
     trans man, but he didn't actually come out as/realize he was trans
     until he was 20. he's about fifteen or sixteen in this story (so, you
     know, tread carefully if you're not down with that), and mick is 17.
Len sighed and laid back on the motel bed, smiling. She listened to the shower
turn on through the thin door and let her eyes slip closed. 
Mick was on the other side of that door, taking a shower. They’d just finished
a job, clean and easy and profitable, then had eaten before Mick had stood up,
stretching and saying he needed to get clean. Len had very much enjoyed
watching the bit of skin on Mick’s stomach appear when Mick raised his arms up
over his head. 
Len listened to the sounds of the water and lazily trailed her hand across her
body. Mick tended to take long showers when he could, the scalding water a
close second to his fire. 
She had time.
Len stopped her hand at her breasts, fondling one at a time. They’d grown
quickly in the past few years, which she only...somewhat minded. She found them
easy to ignore, though she had caught Mick staring more than once. 
Len didn’t mind that one bit. Mick could stare all he wanted, and more. 
Len brought her other hand up, rubbing both of her nipples through her shirt at
the same time. She imagined Mick’s hands on her, his large, work-roughened
hands groping and squeezing, pulling her close. Holding her.
She was almost annoyed that she wanted more than sex with Mick. She’d had sex
plenty of times, but Mick...she’d never had intimacy, and that’s what she
wanted with him. Len wanted Mick to be her boyfriend, her partner in every
sense of the word. 
Len whimpered as she pulled at her nipples, pinching them before rubbing them
gently. The shower droned on in the background as she imagined Mick coming out,
skin slick with water, towel around his waist. Maybe he’d see what she was
doing and ditch the towel, come over to the bed and lay over her, touch her and
kiss her. He’d be so warm, the heat from the shower staying on him, making her
shiver. His cock would be bared to her, rubbing insistently against her pajama
pants. She’d seen his cock before (hazard of being cellmates in juvie), and it
had become her number one favorite thing to picture while touching herself. She
ran one hand down her body, slipping under the cloth of her pajama pants. 
Len imagined how different Mick’s hand would feel against her cunt; warmer,
definitely, rougher, thicker fingers. Len moaned, rubbing her fingertips around
in the slick gathered in the soft folds of her cunt. She brushed against her
clit and gasped. 
“Fuck, Len-”
Len froze, looking at the door in a panic. It was still shut.
---
Mick stepped out of the shower, willing his erection away, but failing. He
couldn’t help it. Len had hugged him tight earlier that night, beautiful body
pressed up against him, and then while they sat next to each other in bed,
eating and watching a bad movie, she’d just looked so beautiful.
Mick wasn’t usually interested in women; but he had been introduced to Len as a
boy, so that might have colored his attraction to Len. All in all, he’d figured
out that it didn’t matter what Len was, because Mick loved her no matter what. 
He turned to face away from the mirror, biting his lip and groaning. He closed
his eyes, imagining Len in front of him. He wished they’d showered together.
Mick rubbed at his nipples with both hands, moaning. 
“Fuck, Len-”
He paused; he hadn’t meant to be so loud. He waited to see if there would be
any repercussions-
“Oh-Mick, oh!”
Mick’s eyes widened. Len....Mick quickly wrapped a hand around his cock, grip
tight, wishing it was Len’s hand, or mouth, or cunt. 
“Unh-fuck, Mick, please, deeper-”
Mick pounded into his own fist, not bothering to hold back his sounds. 
“Len-fuck, babe, fuck, you’re tight-Len-”
Mick moaned, listening to the sweet sounds Len was making in the other room. He
felt his balls tightening up, close to coming. 
“Mick! Fuck, oh my God, Mick, I’m-please, fuck-fuck me-”
Mick tilted his head back, feeling his muscles straining, whimpering. 
“Lenny-fuck-I-I love you, fuck, I’m gonna come, fuckfuckfuck Len-”
“Oh-Mick, fuck, come-come in me, please, I love you too, I-fuck!”
Mick cried out Len’s name, imagining being over her, fucking into her gorgeous
little cunt, coming inside her, and came, shooting over his hand and managing
to catch most of his load in his hand.
Mick sagged against the sink counter, blushing from exertion and exhilaration. 
---
Len blushed deeply, closing her eyes and taking the chance. 
“Oh, Mick-oh!”
Len pushed two fingers into herself suddenly, imagining it to be one of Mick’s.
She groaned at the sudden stretch, rolling her hips down against her fingers. 
“Unh-fuck, Mick, please, deeper-”
She fucked her fingers deeper into herself, rubbing up right against her gspot,
clit grinding on her palm.
“Len-fuck, babe, fuck, you’re tight-Len-”
Len moaned, cunt gripping and pulsing around her fingers. She was tight, maybe
not as much as Mick thought, but his cock was big enough to make her tight. She
whimpered; he would fuck her open until she gaped, dripping his come. Len
pushed another finger into herself, a high, keening whine. 
“Mick! Fuck, oh my God, Mick, I’m-please, fuck-fuck me-”
Len panted, rocking her hips down harshly on her fingers, reaching down with
her other hand to rub at her clit. Her back arched, whole body tingling with
the sensation of an impending orgasm. 
“Lenny-fuck-I-I love you, fuck, I’m gonna come, fuckfuckfuck Len-”
Len drew in a broken, surprised gasp. She hadn’t expected that. She closed her
eyes tight again, feeling a a few tears at her eyes. 
“Oh-Mick, fuck, come-come in me, please, I love you too, I-fuck!”
She did. She meant it, without a doubt. Len loved Mick, and Mick loved Len. Len
moaned, pounding her fingers into her cunt, the stimulation directly on her
clit dragging the orgasm out of her, her come shooting over her hand, hips
raised off the bed. 
Len’s whole body relaxed, laying back against the bed. She pulled her hands
from under her shorts, not bothering to wipe them off. The door to the bathroom
slowly opened, and Mick stepped out. He was looking at the floor, dressed in
boxers and nothing else. She couldn’t see all of his face, but it was clear
that he was blushing beet red. He got into the bed next to her; they’d never
bothered getting two. 
Mick laid stiffly next to Len, and that just wouldn’t do. Len shifted closer,
throwing and arm and a leg over Mick, initiating their usual cuddling. Mick
relaxed after a few moments, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, thighs
relaxing and spreading slightly. 
“Mick?”
“Yeah?”
“I-I meant it.”
Len looked up at Mick while he looked down. His eyes were dark and soft,
expression right at disbelief. 
“You-really?”
“Not how I thought we’d first say it, but yeah. I did.”
“I-I meant it too. I did.”
Len smiled, and rested her head against Mick’s chest. He lifted a hand up and
wrapped it around her bicep, gently rubbing his thumb over the soft skin. 
“Hey, Lenny?”
“Yeah?”
“Can-uh-could we maybe-k-kiss?”
Len smiled, turning her head enough to nuzzle the bare skin of his chest. Len
sat up enough to look at Mick. 
“I’d like that, Mick.”
Mick grinned, leaning up and cupping her face, pulling her close enough to
press their lips together. He wasn’t very graceful, fumbling for a moment
before finding a rhythm. She parted her lips easily when his tongue licked at
her lips, reaching up and cupping the back of his head. They kissed for a few
moments longer, before parting, resting their foreheads together. They both
grinned, and Len leaned back in to kiss Mick again. 
They kept kissing, laying down on the bed, bodies entangled, until they fell
asleep.
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