causational | psl; after the kiss

[His nose wrinkles in a way that's more amused disbelief than disgust and he shakes his head a little. He doesn't see it, but he also doesn't dispute it. If nothing else, he believes Eddie sees and means those things, and right now, in the giddy high of the moment, that's all that matters.]

Mmm, good. [He grins and slides down to rest against Eddie again, head pillowed on his chest, an arm loosely draped over him.] Cause this is exactly where I wanna be.

[And he doesn't even realize, until the words are out of his mouth, how much he really means that. Something warm swells in his chest and spreads everywhere at once. The sensation is familiar, the kind of thing that only comes with certain types of real happiness. He's missed that feeling, this light and warmth that Eddie seems to carry with him everywhere he goes. It's nice to have it again.]

[Eddie believes it, deeply and truly, and doesn't expect that he'll be changing his mind any time soon. Because his opinion of Cisco has only improved since they started hanging out more, and he thinks it could probably keep getting better for a really long time.

And it's dangerous to think that way. He'd thought that way about Iris and look how that had ended up.]

Same.

[It's soft, and genuine, and as Cisco drapes himself against his chest, his arm across his belly, he smiles and exhales heavily, obviously enjoying the contact. His hand drifts up, fingers digging into Cisco's warm hair, stroking it back gently.]

Mm, so you really had a crush on me? I didn't notice at all. Wow.

[He grins shyly, nodding.] Yeah... I tried not to be obvious about it. I didn't...want you to feel like I was taking advantage of you, of the situation... Coming off a breakup is kinda hard to navigate, you know? And I didn't want...i didn't wanna make it harder. You deserved the time to heal.

[As he speaks, a quiet, low rumble against Eddie's chest, his hand slides up, one finger tracing idle patterns against the material of his shirt. With the...permission? in place now, Cisco can't seem to stop touching him.]

[For a moment, Eddie's brows furrow, and he exhales softly. It's somehow a little funny and more than a little sweet, Cisco's concern. So Eddie brings his arms around Cisco's shoulders. Squeezes him tight, presses another kiss against the crown of his head.]

That's...really good of you.

[His voice is soft, and he cards his fingers back through Cisco's hair again, enjoying how smooth the strands are between his fingers, how soft they feel.]

That's why I like you, you know that, right? Because you're good. And cute. Really cute.

[Cisco relishes in that feeling like safety and security in Eddie's arms. He could really, really get used to that.] Isn't it just common decency to not pounce someone the second they break up with someone else?

[Almost involuntarily, Cisco's eyes slide shut as Eddie winds his fingers through his hair. And in response, he continues to draw patterns against Eddie's chest.] Mmm...you see me differently than I see me... [He frowns a little and opens his eyes, tipping his head back to squint up at him.] your way sounds better.

[Eddie laughs a little, tilts his head and makes a soft hum.]

Common decency isn't all that common, unfortunately. You're just a particularly good person, I think.

[A little, rueful smile, and he keeps working fingers through Cisco's hair, letting his short nails scrape slightly against the younger man's scalp. This is nice, feeling the solid heat of Cisco's body against his own, the weight of him, the way his fingers move against Eddie's chest. It makes him shiver a little.]

I thought I might. See you differently than you see yourself, I mean. [He pauses for a moment, as Cisco draws his head back and looks up at him. Tugging his hand free of Cisco's hair, he traces his lips with his thumb, then the line of his cheekbone.] My way is true. I think you're too hard on yourself.

[He feels his cheeks burn lightly at the compliment of being a good person. He never knows how to react to positive things said about himself, but he doesn't fight it this time. Eddie never sounds like he's trying to placate him or force some kind of platitude on him, it makes it easier to accept than with most people.

He likes the way he seems to be able to make Eddie shiver with just simple, playful, light touches. A small smile slips over his lips at the realization.

As Eddie traces his lips and trails his thumb across his cheek, Cisco bites his lip and his breath hitches slightly in his throat. He could ask a lot of questions about that, but he doesn't really want to. Instead, he shifts and leans up to press his lips against Eddie's, and there's still a tentativeness to it, cautious but eager.]

[Eddie's like that - he speaks his mind, he says what he's thinking, he's honest and terrible at lying. Terrible at platitudes, and terrible at faking it. He always has been. So he doesn't flatter, he just honestly says what he's thinking, especially when what he's thinking is good.

And it's nice to watch Cisco accept it a little, even if Eddie can tell he's struggling with the acceptance. It's something to work on, he thinks. Telling Cisco good things about himself until he believes them.

That soft little smile is addictive, and so is the soft hitch in Cisco's breath, and the kiss is even moreso. Cisco's mouth is warm and soft and Eddie leans in. His hand moves to the side of Cisco's face, cupping it, rubbing his thumb against the smooth line of his cheekbone, and he makes a soft, happy noise in his throat as he returns the kiss.]

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