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hypothermic) wrote2016-02-08 09:26 am
hypothermic) wrote2016-02-08 09:26 amLeonard Snart // Captain Cold - IC Inbox
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hypothermic) wrote2016-02-08 09:26 am
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He takes the mirror and looks at his reflection. ]
Thank you.
[ He rubs at his jaw a little before handing the mirror back. The short hair makes it even more obvious how much he needs to shave. ]
Put it on my tab?
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Ray owes Leonard nothing. Leonard owes him everything. It's impossible to keep a tab when you can't put a price on half of what Ray's done for him. For Mick. He was there for them like no one's ever been. They've never done allies in the past. Wouldn't and couldn't trust anyone. Sure, there was the team, but it wasn't the same. They were loyal to the same cause, not necessarily to one another. At the end of the day they'd all go their own ways and be back where they started. The good guys on one side of the tracks and the bad guys on the other.
Leonard had never thought Ray would stand with them.
He grazes his knuckles over Ray's stubbled cheek. The dark hair is coarse against his knuckles. ]
I ain't finished yet.
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He's probably not doing the right thing at the moment, with Len touching him like it's a thing they do. Which it is, kind of. But not like this, or at least it hadn't felt like this before.
Ray's smart enough to know there's more at play here than Len wanting to make him squirm (which he's succeeding at, incidentally. His stomach is doing all kinds of flip-flops it hadn't done since he was a teenager.) But there's also a kind of challenge there, and maybe Leonard has some weird idea of retribution, doing things for him because Ray's helped them before.
And it's also a trust thing, obviously, because everything is a trust thing when it comes to Leonard Snart.
And maybe that whole line of thought is just a way to justify to himself why he's going to let Len do whatever it is he's planning to do when the bottom line is he wants to let him. ]
Okay. [ He is incredibly proud of himself when his voice comes out even and on the right octave. ] What are you missing? [ He can guess, but he talking is something to do. And it's not like putting distance between them has made his dumb crush any less active so maybe more contact is the solution. ]
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[ He gives Ray's cheek a rough pinch before sauntering off. The stuff for a hot shave is only as far as the bathroom. The same razor Ray had found, and that Mick had used to clean him up when he'd been growing a brillo pad on his neck. He's shaved Mick since then. It was just something they did, when they had the time. A small pleasure they couldn't trust to anyone else. There was only one man Leonard would trust to hold a razor to his throat.
Maybe two.
And maybe that's what this is about.
He fills a stainless steel bowl with hot water and dunks a rag into it. He wrings it out, and drapes it still steaming over Ray's face. It'll be too much at first, but his skin will adjust. The immediate burn will give way to a pleasant tingle as his pores open and the nerve endings adjust. That's when Leonard starts kneading his cheeks and jaw through the wet terrycloth, working his fingertips into tense muscle and stiff tendon.]
Mick likes it twice as hot. He's not happy until he can't feel his face.
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He recognizes the razor. Before Mick had asked for one Ray had associated them with old movies and Bugs Bunny cartoons. Now it made him think of them, the "Rogues" as Len had put it; it suited them in the same weirdly anachronistic way Old Westerns did. ]
I've never done this before.
[ He's never been shaved, straight razor or not. He's never shaved anyone either. It seems like an intimate thing to do (Bugs Bunny notwithstanding,) and he hasn't had this kind of intimacy with anyone— not even Anna. It just never came up somehow. He doesn't have the chance to elaborate on it, though, which is probably for the best; last time he'd vocalized feelings about his fiancee he'd ended up with a crush, Ray's not ready for whatever comes after that.
He doesn't have the foresight to expect the hot towel to be hot and he jerks in surprise at the sensation, his hands tightening on the armrests of his chair. But it does only last a moment, and once the initial shock wears off Len's fingers are kneading at him. It feels so good he has to choke back a moan.
There was a time not that long ago when his biggest concern was whether or not Leonard would tease him about nudes. That concerned seems ridiculous now that he's biting back sex noises caused by Leonard touching his face of all places. Honestly, this does not bode well for his dignity. ]
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[ His fingers trace Ray's cheekbones to his temples, applying pressure with his thumbs. Leonard's no professional, but he is observant. He's almost as good at inflicting pleasure as he is pain, and meticulous in everything he does. ]
I'm the one doing all the work.
[ Next he's rubbing circles over Ray's forehead, loosening the knot between his brows. It's part relaxation, part exfoliation. He isn't just being nice. The cloth opens up the pores, lifts the stubble away from the skin and scrubs away dead cells and dirt. Makes for a better, closer shave and reduces the probability of cuts and ingrown hairs. ]
And I'm surprised there are billionaires who've never had a proper shave. Don't you hire people to wipe your asses for you?
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We usually pick one minor life skill and do it ourselves so we can feel independent. [ He lets out a small contented sigh. ] I haven't worn shoes with laces in months, can't tie them and I'm too embarrassed to ask for help.
[ He can't help gesturing with his hands as he speaks, but he keeps them on the armrests. He also opens his eyes to catch Len's reaction, but there's a towel on his face so that helps not at all. Good job, Ray. ]
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[ Ray won't be able to see Leonard smile, but he might just hear it in his voice.
He finishes off the massage with a quick scalp rub. Just enough to get the blood flowing. Then there's nothing but the sounds of Leonard preparing for the next step. The swish of brush bristles against steel. A sharp metallic ting as he unfolds the straight razor and tests the blade with the edge of his thumb. ]
Must be hard living on the top of the world.
[ Leonard's weight settles over Ray's thighs mid-purr, ass planted in Ray's lap with both knees on either sides of his hips. It really is the best seat in the house for this kind of job. He doesn't pull the towel off right away, simply folds it up to mask the upper half of Ray's face while he goes to work on the lower. The brush swirls soft and silky over his throat in slow figure eights, working up a creamy lather. ]
Does it get lonely up there?
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And he doesn't not like it, but blindfolds aren't something he's used to and he's sure the metal clinking is an attempt to psych him out. He licks his lips and immediately regrets it, feeling very self-conscious of everything his face is doing. He breathes in and feels awkward about that too. This is torture.
He's trying to figure out how long it's been... a couple of minutes at most, when he feels Len straddle him.
The squeak that escapes him is much more embarrassing than any of the other noises he's made during this adventure, but he tries to breeze past it by clearing his throat. He's a grown man and he can deal with this and Leonard asked him a question. ]
You tell me. Right now I'm down here.
[ His voice is a little rough, not scared but not calm either. He's trying to tease but honestly, Len has him straddled and blindfolded and will soon have a blade to his neck. Ray's definitely not the one up there. ]
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[ Now wasn't that adorable. Just when Leonard thinks Ray couldn't be any more disgustingly endearing, Ray just has to go and prove him wrong. If he wasn't so unfortunately fond of the other man it'd be annoying.
Once Ray's neck is coated in what looks like whipped cream and smells like and old-school barber shop, there's no putting off what comes next. He switches out the brush for the razor and gently takes hold of Ray's hair, tipping back his head until his jaw is angled just right. ]
Business time. No sudden movements, or you'll be talking out of your jugular.
[ Ray will feel his thighs tense as prepares to take the first stroke, squeezing Ray's hips for extra stability.
The first scrape of the razor clears a path from the bottom of his chin to just below the curve of his adam's apple. The path of clean, fresh skin left in the blade's wake is glistening and smooth. He flicks the razor off into the bowl and carves a second path that grazes the edge of the first. ]
How's it feel?
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The tug at his hair surprises him, but he doesn't fight it. He just swallows, making his adam's apple bob up and down. As if he needed to make his nervousness more obvious.
He nods at Len's warning and then stays mostly still, only letting himself move his fingers, which alternate between tapping and scratching restlessly at the armrest. Len's legs tightening around him do nothing to calm him down, but it does still him completely.
The blade on his skin feels good too. Gentle, a little cold, it makes him shiver. ]
Good. [ His voice still sounds wrong, he clears his throat and tries again. ] Feels good. [ The second try is better but not by much. ]
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[A low chuckle as he glides the razor over Ray's adam's apple. In just a couple of minutes Ray's throat is clear of foam and bristle. He tugs the cloth away from over Ray's eyes and drags it over his neck, gently exfoliating and removing any lingering traces of cream.
It all looks good, but there's more to a good shave than meets the eye. He drags his fingertips down the length of Ray's neck experimentally. He hums, satisfied, and picks up the brush again to start lathering Ray's jaw.
Leonard's eyes are half-lidded in concentration, lips slightly parted as he works.]
We were around your age when we got into this.
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His relief is very short-lived however, as the reality of his situation hits much harder when he can actually see it; Leonard Snart on his lap, lips parted, giving him his undivided attention. It is way too easy for his brain to provide a different situation for this scene. One with less clothes and ideally, less blades.
Len's words don't help at all either, as if his heart wasn't hammering hard enough. Knowing Len's words are carefully chosen to make things worse doesn't make it any easier. Ray hopes that having half of his face covered in foam is at least making his blush less obvious, but he's not counting on it.
He can almost hear Madonna's 'Like A Virgin' playing quietly in the background and that doesn't help at all either. His brain is the worst. ]
I'm thirty-fou— thirty-five. Probably. [ Time-traveling made it tricky, but if they are halfway through 2016 he is 35 for sure. There's not much of a point in saying it, but Leonard's comment makes him feel young and he's starting to get fed up with himself. There are ten years between them, at most. It isn't that long. He's not a teenager, he has got to stop feeling like one.
He breathes in and looks up at Len, it's still a bad idea but it's not like he can embarrass himself much further. Leonard looks comfortable, certain. Ray can't picture himself being that calm and graceful doing anything, let alone straddling another man while shaving them. Hell, he's not that at ease while using a safety razor to shave himself.
Maybe ten years is a long time. Maybe he is a dumb inexperienced high school kid and Leonard is the cool grad student who gives him a ride sometimes. God, he is absolutely ridiculous. Everything about this situation is ridiculous. The fact that he's still enjoying it is ridiculous too.
He huffs out a laugh that is at least half self-mockery. ]
Was it your idea or Mick's?
[ He's genuinely curious and he needs to distract himself somehow. At this point he can only get more embarrassed if he gets hard, and he has to at least make a token effort not let that happen. ]
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[ This is where it gets tricky. Leonard has to concentrate on the task at hand, and there's a far-away quality to his voice as he starts carving the foam away from Ray's jaw. He leans in closer. There's nothing wrong with his eyes, but contrary to popular belief, Leonard likes to err on the side of being careful.
A scar marks the centre of his full upper lip. There's a beauty mark on his left temple. His eyelashes are silver. There are small creases at the corners of his eyes and a fine network of lines between the arches of brows. Also silver. He went grey in his early thirties. With hair as short as his there's no point colouring it, and he'd never really given a damn anyway. Some days it feels like an accomplishment to have lived as long and gotten as far as he has. Like his scars, the grey is just another reminder that he's a survivor.
At least that's what he tells himself. ]
He knocked over some barber shop and got himself a kit. Tried using it every once in a while, but he'd get fed up and rush it. He'd come out the other side with half a beard and ten bandages. Took until he was thirty to let me help him, and only after he nearly took off his damn nose. He wanted to do it himself. Like Brando.
[ He tilts Ray's head to the side to scrape off a chunk of sideburn. ]
Mick isn't the most patient guy. He needed to practice on my face before he was any good at it. He's better at taking his time if he's got a reason to be careful.
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Still, though picturing both of his teammates ten years younger makes him laugh, he chokes it back and tries not to smile because there is still a blade to his throat, but he's not very successful. ]
Like Brando.
[ Saying it makes him almost laugh again. He's a little jealous of what his teammates have, that kind of easy trust that comes with a lifetime of knowing each other. But it also grounds him, makes him feel a little less guilty about the mess of feelings he's been having since that kiss— kisses. He should be working harder at getting over it, but at the end of the day he's not a threat to their relationship, he wouldn't have been even if something else had happened that night.
And even if it makes him feel a little lonely, it's good to know he wouldn't be a homewrecker even if he tried. ]
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[ He says with a smirk, eyes slitting.
It's not always an easy trust. Both men are damaged beyond repair. The scar splitting Leonard's lip wasn't from Mick. That was his father's fist. Lewis had taught Leonard many things. Life lessons he would never forget, no matter how hard he tried.
That he wasn't worthy of love, and was only as important as his next job. How to fear. To hate.
He takes the razor below Ray's nose to remove any traces of a moustache with quick, short skiffs of the edge of the blade. He puts his thumb over Ray's upper lip to stretch the skin and protect it. ]
He likes Pacino too. Can't count how many times he's made me watch Scarface. I hate that movie.
[ To love, he'd learned from Lisa. To survive, he'd learned from Mick. To trust? That was something he was just beginning to understand. That, he was learning from Ray, and his experience being part of a team on the Waverider.
He clears the unfortunate patch of hair beneath Ray's lower lip with one stroke, carefully guiding the razor over the curve of his chin. There's still one cheek to go. Leonard's touch is as certain as ever, his gaze discerning. This kind of work is what he excels at. He can perform at this level for hours, fully focused, before his eyes get tired and his hands start to shake. His palms don't even sweat anymore. ]
Almost as much as I hate Top Gun.
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Come on, you love Top Gun.
[ He's still hyper aware of everything Leonard's doing, and he's still very obviously nervous, but it isn't as bad as it was just a minute ago.
Ray's always been good at rationalizing his feelings. It takes him a while but he's getting there, he knows where this attraction is coming from. Len has his back, he's helped him, he keeps looking after him. Ray' friends back home have never been that close. After coming back, out of the people who's known he was alive only Felicity had checked up on him, and mostly to tell him to come back.
He'd never had anyone making sure he was eating and sleeping, no one close enough to clue in on him needing it. No one who would go through the trouble to shave him... which granted, Len's getting a kick out of it, but so is he. And it's impossible for Ray not to enjoy the attention, not to love Len a little for giving it to him. ]
You don't learn by heart a movie you hate.
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[ So maybe it's a lie that he doesn't like Top Gun, who doesn't? But the rest of it's true. He remembers everything. Even the stuff he'd rather forget.
Those few years before his father went to jail. The first time he'd seen his sister with a black eye. Leaving Mick after he'd saved him from the flame, and lost most of his skin in the process. When Ray had changed his bandages, bathed him, fed him, and protected him when it would've been easier to turn his back. Leonard still doesn't know why he did it. At the time, he'd had nothing to offer. Ray had more to lose than gain by helping him. He'd since come to realize that Ray himself didn't know why. Didn't have to.
Ray Palmer never needed a reason to save anyone.
Leonard couldn't say the same for himself. He didn't have that sort of kindness in him. Never would. Leave it to Barry and Ray to be the heroes. Leonard will protect what's his, but he's not about to bend over backwards for a stranger. It might seem hypocritical that he's doing what he is with that attitude, but it just so happens that Ray isn't a stranger anymore.
Poor schmuck.
He shifts his weight in Ray's lap to get the other side of his face. He'll remember every scar and freckle after this. He's carefully not to nick that perfectly carved cheekbone when he goes over it, as tempting as it is to leave a mark of his own. Maybe Ray would decide to leave before it's too late. Spare them all the agony.
The last line is clean and bloodless. He wipes Ray's face down with the cloth and leans back to admire his handiwork. It all looks good, but what really matters is how it feels. Leonard brushes his knuckles over Ray's jaw and is satisfied. Temporarily. ]
That's better. Now your outside matches your inside. Softer than a baby's ass.
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Ray lifts his own hand to rub at his jaw. It is a great shave, his skin hasn't felt like that since he first started growing a beard when he was in high school. ]
Best I've had. [ He smiles at Len, blushing again. It's hard not to with the keen awareness of the weight on his lap.
He pauses for a moment, going over Len's words again. ]
Wait. You think I'm soft?
[ There is more than one way to interpret that comment. Ray has not realized this yet. ]
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Well. Not after that shave.
[ He drops the razor into the rinsing bowl and gives Ray's cheek a rough pinch. He hadn't explicitly tried to torment Ray throughout the cut and shave. Ray does a better job torturing himself than Leonard ever could. He just likes to watch.
When he climbs out of Ray's lap and turns his back to stretch out, arms over his head and one leg out behind him, it's not to illicit a reaction. Couldn't see it if he did. He's just stiff and sore. It's been over an hour from start to finish. Leonard's in his forties. Whether he'll admit it or not, it's not the same game as when he was twenty or thirty. ]
Get lost, Raymond. I need a nap.
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Yeah, okay. Thanks.
[ It's not a bad idea to get a minute or two to himself anyway, so he scurries out, trying not to think too hard about these sessions becoming a regular thing or about whether or ot he'd like it to. ]