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thejusticelounge2012-08-10 12:47 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-08-10 12:47 pm
and a complimentary breakfast
[before all the current high drama, when there was relative quiet]
Kyle heads back to the penthouse with Hal, then hesitates a bit as they land on the balcony. “You *sure* you’re sure about this?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Hal clasps his hand, the serene look on his face lending credence to his assurance. “Don’t worry so much.” Motions him to follow and heads inside.
Ollie’s rattling around in the kitchen, yawning and cracking brown eggs into a pan. Hal had been gone when he woke up, which isn’t new, but at least eggs’re quick to make if he comes back in time for —- hey, and there it sounds like Hal’s back already.
“Hey, baby — feel like scrambled this morning, or easy ove…” Ollie trails off as Hal comes in with Kyle Rayner in tow. “Uhwuh. Easy … hey, Rayner.”
Kyle finger combs his hair furiously and shifts his stance. “Good morning. I…I’m stopping by.” Looks over at Hal, who barely manages to keep from shaking his head at the two of them, both staring at him as if it’s inconceivable that they should all three be in the same place at the same time. As if one or all three of them should for some reason be ashamed.
Well, Hal reasons, time to be shameless. He smiles at Ollie, going over to give him a peck on the cheek. “I was hoping Kyle could join us for breakfast. Is that ok?”
“It’s … sure. Why not. Scrambled flock of unborn chicks it is.” Ollie stares at Hal, his — well, his hair is usually in tumbles, so that’s nothing out of the ordinary, but — his mouth. Kiss-bitten and swollen almost shiny. Hal moving slow and lazy, and fuck, as if Ollie doesn’t know what Hal Jordan looks like after he’s been soundly screwed.
He turns back to the stove and cracks eggs open with more speed and force than strictly necessary. “Why don’t you two make some toast.”
“Sure.” Hal walks past Ollie on his way to the toaster, giving him a little smack on the bum and whispering in his ear. “Don’t sulk. You’ve got me the rest of the day.”
Kyle sits down with no intention of doing anything, other than trying to remain as innocuous as possible. However, he can’t help but stand up again and ask hopefully, “Uh…so. Is there any coffee?”
Ollie gestures to the coffeemaker, on the counter with the accoutrements — coffee, grinder, measuring scoop — stacked neatly in a rack next to it. “Knock yourself out, Rayner. And hey, could you watch these eggs for a minute? There’s something I need Hal for.” Ollie snags Hal from where he’s lounging in front of the toaster oven, dragging him off to the bathroom just off the living room.
“Uh, no?” Kyle says, turning around, but Ollie and Hal have disappeared into…some other room, by the living room. Fretting slightly, he stirs the eggs and then switches the stove off, looking at the pan for a long while before turning and trying to figure out the complicated coffee machine. Kyle makes a note to himself to put all his concentration towards this complicated coffee machine, and then wonders where Mia is. Or Connor. Or Lian, or that babysitter Rory or hell; even Kiki.
Hal stumbles after Ollie a bit off-balance, since he hadn’t really expected to get dragged off like that. He tries to stay relaxed as Ollie manhandles him into the washroom, though he fears he’s about to get a tongue lashing. “So what do you need me for?”
Falling back against the shut door, Ollie drags Hal against him and kisses him hard, past the lingering initial taste of what must be Kyle Rayner and deeper into Hal’s mouth where it’s more familiar territory. He lets go after a minute, panting, his cock already hard between them. Putting one hand on the back of Hal’s head and one on his shoulder, Ollie presses down encouragingly, grinning.
“Whaddyou think, baby? I’m not flexible or talented enough to suck my *own* cock….”
This isn’t the kind of tongue lashing Hal was expecting, but he’ll take it, groaning at the kiss and laughing breathily at Ollie’s request. “You are spoiled.” He kneels quickly, pulling Ollie’s pants down enough to free his length. Noses at his balls, lightly sucking one before taking him into his mouth. Hal sucks and pushes his lips down as quick as he can, looking up at Ollie. Both hands move to his hips, gripping and rubbing firmly.
Ollie breathes in sharply at the clever, enthusiastic workings of Hal’s mouth on his balls and cock, lacing both his hands through Hal’s hair as his head moves. “If I’m spoiled it’s your fault, isn’t it?” he observes, looking down to watch Hal’s already-flushed mouth tighten and redden as it moves, licking his lips as he meets Hal’s hot dark stare.
He isn’t gonna be able to hold on long, not with Hal’s instant and eager compliance and oh-so-skilfull minstrations, but that’s fine. It’s not terribly gracious or generous, but Ollie wants to make sure Hal tastes like *him* again, not Kyle. Groaning, he clasps Hal’s head as he feels his orgasm mounting.
Hal’s pretty sure he can deal with /this/ sort of possessiveness…and almost finds it cute. Moaning around him, he bobs his head a little faster, tongue working vigorously against him as he brings a hand up to knead and grope his balls. Being the sneaky thing he is, Hal slips a finger back behind his balls, rubbing the smooth gap before teasing lightly at his hole.
“Fuck, *Hal*—” Ollie’s eyes widen at the combined feeling of Hal’s mouth and hand and fingers, then scrunch shut as he lets go, arching away from the door as he comes in Hal’s mouth. Gripping at Ollie’s ass with his free hand to make sure that the other doesn’t fall over, Hal closes his eyes as he quickly swallows Ollie’s load.
It feels so fucking good Ollie sees white behind his eyelids, sagging back against the door, rubbing his palm roughly over Hal’s head and down onto his forehead, gentling as he cups Hal’s face. “You’re unbelievable, Hal. Same fucking cockiness as when you were flying the jets, but goddamn — with as good you are at this, I can’t even blame you. C’me up here and kiss me and then we’ll go have some damn breakfast with Baby Lantern.”
Licking his lips as he stands, Hal kisses Oliver deeply and pushes the lingering taste into his mouth. A moment later, he pulls Ollie’s pants up by the waist band, chuckling lowly. “You owe me.” Pats his hip, taking a second to make sure his mouth is clean.
Ollie sighs, hugging Hal briefly before they start pulling themselves together to return to the kitchen. “I owe you for much much more than this, baby,” he murmurs, one more kiss to Hal’s chin, and then they open the door and head back. “How’s that coffee coming, Rayner?”
Kyle turns and looks quickly from one to the other. He was seated now and methodically making his way through a stack of buttered toast, wishing he’d gone to McDonalds instead. “S’made. I don’t think the eggs cooked, I didn’t wanna burn them, but you can just turn the stove on now, right, and finish cooking them? I made some sort of fancy coffee thing, that machine is really…really…” Kyle ducks his head between his arms and starts to laugh. He slides off his chair. “I, ohhhh man, I gotta go.”
“Like hell.” Hal grabs Kyle by his hand. “You two have to learn to be around each other. So Ollie, stop being a jerk, and Kyle, stop being so nervous.” Of course his voice is light through his words. Still, Ollie might have been asserting himself, buut…Hal likes to think he’s kind of the one in charge.
Ollie looks at Hal for a long moment, then goes back to the stove and turns it on. “You’re right,” he says, “and there’s enough eggs here to feed a platoon, Ray— Kyle. Stay, I’ll dial back the hostility, we’ll start making steps towards de-awkwardizing this situation. I mean…” Ollie looks over at Hal again, unable to hold back a fond smile, “… we got something pretty damn important in common.”
Kyle eyes slide down to Ollie’s hand holding the spatula, the ring glinting every now and then from the risen sun. He looks back at Hal and smiles, then back at Ollie. “You guys…geez.” Kyle runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. “The two of you. You guys have had like, what. Fifteen years to repress and fight and make up and love each other and figure all this out? …And it’s all so easy for you now, after fifteen years of avoiding it…geez. Being finally FINALLY able to be together, like. Like you are.” He motions at Ollie’s ring. “You both deserve it, you know. I think it’s really…Not what…It’s beautiful.” He squeezes Hal’s hand and sighs softly. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
After a moment of speechlessness, Hal bursts out laughing at that, shaking his head a little. “Kyle, the reason we did that was WE didn’t know what we were doing. It’s ok.” He squeezes Kyle’s shoulder, smiling at him warmly. “Ollie and I took all that time to figure things out. “Don’t worry, ok? He’s mostly harmless, just has to strut around now and again.” Drops his voice to an exaggerated whisper. “He likes to think he’s the man in charge, so you know. Play along.”
Blinking, Kyle smiles at Hal, a little amused and a little unsure. Hal was sometimes just…just a little…just un poco….
He looks over at Ollie, as if Ollie can fill in that blank, but the blond man is busying himself with eggs. “So if you guys took all that time to figure things out, then I get a crash course?” He sighs again, pretending to look a little exasperated. “Good thing I’m a fast learner, when I want to learn. And…I guess I should start learning this.” Leaning closer to Hal and tiptoeing, Kyle holds his chin and kisses him softly, looking over at Ollie curiously as he does. He rocks back and licks his lips, grinning sheepishly at Hal. “Mmmmso. That’s what Ollie tastes like.” Hal makes a soft noise when he’s kissed, barely stifling a laugh at Kyle’s comment. “You trouble maker.”
Ollie thinks he’s been very good and patient over here scrambling eggs and letting the Lanterns prattle on in their quiet, slightly daffy Lantern way, but Kyle’s statement makes his eyebrows take a steep climb. There’s an acid remark on the tip of his tongue before he even thinks about it, but Ollie manages to bite it back at the last second: after all, hadn’t *he* been thinking pretty much the same shit not more than ten minutes ago?
Shaking his head at his own ridiculousness, Ollie finishes up the eggs. “Plate ‘em up, GLs,” he says, rustling cutlery from a drawer. “And yeah, this is definitely … something new to learn. But at least this time Hal and me have got a little more of it sorted out, and … well, it’s better for us to have everything all out in the open, right? No secret hidden places for jealousy and worry and resentment to grow.”
Ollie can’t help thinking of Dick and Roy and Wally when he says that, but he doesn’t mention that aloud.
Tickling Kyle’s sides lighlty, Hal goes to help Ollie plate everything up. “Thanks for breakfast,” accompanied with a kiss on the cheek. “Anyway…It probably seems like a real strange arrangement to most people. But we’re all far from most people, aren’t we?” Puts the plates on the table, still standing in case Ollie needs more help.
Kyle sits down again, thinking - again - that he doesn’t need to help with anything. They’re both two grown men, they could manage. “Gracias for breafast, you don’t got like…a tomato, or…beans?” Feeling generous, he goes and pokes around in their cupboards, hesitating at the fridge and then going back to the cupboards. “I’m trying to make it work, I totally am! I’m not jealous, why would I be. You guys are soulmates, I dig it.” He finds a can of baked beans and turns to look at Ollie. “I mean, you’re not…?” He grins. “No, that would be stupid.”
“Not what, jealous?” Ollie lets Hal take care of pouring coffee and goes to fetch a clutch of heirloom tomatoes from the fridge, cutting them open and removing the seeds before giving them to Kyle. “I’m not superhuman, Kyle. Of course I get a little jealous, over Kate, over Hal. But it’s not …” Ollie looks at Hal, who smiles and tips his head in a ‘why not, go ahead’ kind of gesture. And that kinda sums it up right there.
“It’s not a kind of jealousy where I get mad or unhappy. It’s because no matter what, I’m always gonna be a little bit jealous of people who get my loved ones’ time, y’know? It’s that kind of thing. Greedy, but not selfish, if that makes sense.”
“That’s one reason I wanted us to have a little time together.” Hal sets a couple mugs of coffee on the table. “Chance to clear the air so both of you know you dont have to worry about the other. Neither of you are going to steal me away from the other.” Gets silverware and stuff, putting it on the table and clasping Kyle’s shoulder. “I think we’re all learning here.” Hal smiles and kisses his temple. “So…cream or sugar for your coffee?”
“Hal, you’re so smart,” Kyle gushes, leaning into Hal happily and waving off the sugar. He takes the cream and adds it himself. “Hal said once that there’s no point in getting jealous, and he’s right, so I don’t. Especially since I’ve seen firsthand what jealousy can —” Looks at the both of them and cuts himself off, but it’s pretty obvious he was referring to Guy. “Anyway, I get lonely sometimes, but I don’t mind.” He grins up at Hal again, because it was getting easier to become his usual unreserved self, even in front of Ollie. “It just makes when I DO get to see Hal, it’s that much more, like. Awesome and best moments and precious. He’s like the ring to my Smeagol.” Kyle laughs at his stupid joke.
Kyle’s gushing is … kind of irresistible, in how completely EARNEST all of it is. It’s clear from the way the kid keeps looking at Hal all anxious — but only in that way where he *lets* himself be anxious, because he knows that Hal will calm him. And Hal does, calm him down, even when he’s busy with his coffee and not looking directly back at Kyle.
Well, Ollie knows that feeling. Knows it well. How it’s a relief to let yourself feel scared or angry or mean or anxious when you’re with somebody you love, because just looking at them makes you feel better.
“Neither of us *could* steal you, anyhow, Jordan,” Ollie says, accepting the mug of coffee that Hal’s fixed for him just how he likes it. “You’d sure as hell have something to say about it if one of us tried, heh.”
“You’re right, I would.” And it’s Ollie’s turn for a kiss on the cheek. Hal settles into a chair, taking a drink of his own coffee. “All I know is I’m crazy about both of you…And life’s never been better.” He smiles at both of them, brown eyes warm and full of love for both of them.
“I love y —” Kyle is about to respond to Hal, but he stops himself and then motions generously at Ollie, with a wide, wide grin. “Oh lo siento, you can go first. Age before beauty, vieto.”
“Pearls before swine,” Ollie responds automatically, before realizing Kyle probably wouldn’t even get the reference. Oh, well — there was bound to be a lot more of that, if they were gonna be spending time together. Dropping a kiss on Hal’s head, Ollie murmurs, “I do, though. Love you,” before he sits down and starts putting jam on his toast.
Hal smiles, even happier now. He’s got a good feeling about all of this, oddly enough. Most people would have thought that the combination of the two of them was a ticking time bomb. Hal’s optimistic. “Gosh I love you both.” Laughs, tapping the table. “OK ok let’s eat before it gets cold.”
Kyle smiles into his coffee cup about how old-fashioned Hal sounds, and almost catches himself sharing a look with Ollie. Almost. Kyle looks away quickly, somewhat demurely as he puts his cup down and starts digging into his eggs. This was going to be weird; but the key for now, Kyle decides, is that he simply isn’t going to think about it too hard. Just let his brain blank out blissfully in the presence of Oliver Queen, until it all got normalized, like it was never any different.
The main point for Kyle is that he felt safe and loved with Hal, and he trusted Hal with his life and soul. And Hal trusted Ollie with the same, so that was good enough too. So the rest of it…it was now just a lot of sketching and refining the picture. And, well.
Kyle knew he could work with that.
Kyle heads back to the penthouse with Hal, then hesitates a bit as they land on the balcony. “You *sure* you’re sure about this?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Hal clasps his hand, the serene look on his face lending credence to his assurance. “Don’t worry so much.” Motions him to follow and heads inside.
Ollie’s rattling around in the kitchen, yawning and cracking brown eggs into a pan. Hal had been gone when he woke up, which isn’t new, but at least eggs’re quick to make if he comes back in time for —- hey, and there it sounds like Hal’s back already.
“Hey, baby — feel like scrambled this morning, or easy ove…” Ollie trails off as Hal comes in with Kyle Rayner in tow. “Uhwuh. Easy … hey, Rayner.”
Kyle finger combs his hair furiously and shifts his stance. “Good morning. I…I’m stopping by.” Looks over at Hal, who barely manages to keep from shaking his head at the two of them, both staring at him as if it’s inconceivable that they should all three be in the same place at the same time. As if one or all three of them should for some reason be ashamed.
Well, Hal reasons, time to be shameless. He smiles at Ollie, going over to give him a peck on the cheek. “I was hoping Kyle could join us for breakfast. Is that ok?”
“It’s … sure. Why not. Scrambled flock of unborn chicks it is.” Ollie stares at Hal, his — well, his hair is usually in tumbles, so that’s nothing out of the ordinary, but — his mouth. Kiss-bitten and swollen almost shiny. Hal moving slow and lazy, and fuck, as if Ollie doesn’t know what Hal Jordan looks like after he’s been soundly screwed.
He turns back to the stove and cracks eggs open with more speed and force than strictly necessary. “Why don’t you two make some toast.”
“Sure.” Hal walks past Ollie on his way to the toaster, giving him a little smack on the bum and whispering in his ear. “Don’t sulk. You’ve got me the rest of the day.”
Kyle sits down with no intention of doing anything, other than trying to remain as innocuous as possible. However, he can’t help but stand up again and ask hopefully, “Uh…so. Is there any coffee?”
Ollie gestures to the coffeemaker, on the counter with the accoutrements — coffee, grinder, measuring scoop — stacked neatly in a rack next to it. “Knock yourself out, Rayner. And hey, could you watch these eggs for a minute? There’s something I need Hal for.” Ollie snags Hal from where he’s lounging in front of the toaster oven, dragging him off to the bathroom just off the living room.
“Uh, no?” Kyle says, turning around, but Ollie and Hal have disappeared into…some other room, by the living room. Fretting slightly, he stirs the eggs and then switches the stove off, looking at the pan for a long while before turning and trying to figure out the complicated coffee machine. Kyle makes a note to himself to put all his concentration towards this complicated coffee machine, and then wonders where Mia is. Or Connor. Or Lian, or that babysitter Rory or hell; even Kiki.
Hal stumbles after Ollie a bit off-balance, since he hadn’t really expected to get dragged off like that. He tries to stay relaxed as Ollie manhandles him into the washroom, though he fears he’s about to get a tongue lashing. “So what do you need me for?”
Falling back against the shut door, Ollie drags Hal against him and kisses him hard, past the lingering initial taste of what must be Kyle Rayner and deeper into Hal’s mouth where it’s more familiar territory. He lets go after a minute, panting, his cock already hard between them. Putting one hand on the back of Hal’s head and one on his shoulder, Ollie presses down encouragingly, grinning.
“Whaddyou think, baby? I’m not flexible or talented enough to suck my *own* cock….”
This isn’t the kind of tongue lashing Hal was expecting, but he’ll take it, groaning at the kiss and laughing breathily at Ollie’s request. “You are spoiled.” He kneels quickly, pulling Ollie’s pants down enough to free his length. Noses at his balls, lightly sucking one before taking him into his mouth. Hal sucks and pushes his lips down as quick as he can, looking up at Ollie. Both hands move to his hips, gripping and rubbing firmly.
Ollie breathes in sharply at the clever, enthusiastic workings of Hal’s mouth on his balls and cock, lacing both his hands through Hal’s hair as his head moves. “If I’m spoiled it’s your fault, isn’t it?” he observes, looking down to watch Hal’s already-flushed mouth tighten and redden as it moves, licking his lips as he meets Hal’s hot dark stare.
He isn’t gonna be able to hold on long, not with Hal’s instant and eager compliance and oh-so-skilfull minstrations, but that’s fine. It’s not terribly gracious or generous, but Ollie wants to make sure Hal tastes like *him* again, not Kyle. Groaning, he clasps Hal’s head as he feels his orgasm mounting.
Hal’s pretty sure he can deal with /this/ sort of possessiveness…and almost finds it cute. Moaning around him, he bobs his head a little faster, tongue working vigorously against him as he brings a hand up to knead and grope his balls. Being the sneaky thing he is, Hal slips a finger back behind his balls, rubbing the smooth gap before teasing lightly at his hole.
“Fuck, *Hal*—” Ollie’s eyes widen at the combined feeling of Hal’s mouth and hand and fingers, then scrunch shut as he lets go, arching away from the door as he comes in Hal’s mouth. Gripping at Ollie’s ass with his free hand to make sure that the other doesn’t fall over, Hal closes his eyes as he quickly swallows Ollie’s load.
It feels so fucking good Ollie sees white behind his eyelids, sagging back against the door, rubbing his palm roughly over Hal’s head and down onto his forehead, gentling as he cups Hal’s face. “You’re unbelievable, Hal. Same fucking cockiness as when you were flying the jets, but goddamn — with as good you are at this, I can’t even blame you. C’me up here and kiss me and then we’ll go have some damn breakfast with Baby Lantern.”
Licking his lips as he stands, Hal kisses Oliver deeply and pushes the lingering taste into his mouth. A moment later, he pulls Ollie’s pants up by the waist band, chuckling lowly. “You owe me.” Pats his hip, taking a second to make sure his mouth is clean.
Ollie sighs, hugging Hal briefly before they start pulling themselves together to return to the kitchen. “I owe you for much much more than this, baby,” he murmurs, one more kiss to Hal’s chin, and then they open the door and head back. “How’s that coffee coming, Rayner?”
Kyle turns and looks quickly from one to the other. He was seated now and methodically making his way through a stack of buttered toast, wishing he’d gone to McDonalds instead. “S’made. I don’t think the eggs cooked, I didn’t wanna burn them, but you can just turn the stove on now, right, and finish cooking them? I made some sort of fancy coffee thing, that machine is really…really…” Kyle ducks his head between his arms and starts to laugh. He slides off his chair. “I, ohhhh man, I gotta go.”
“Like hell.” Hal grabs Kyle by his hand. “You two have to learn to be around each other. So Ollie, stop being a jerk, and Kyle, stop being so nervous.” Of course his voice is light through his words. Still, Ollie might have been asserting himself, buut…Hal likes to think he’s kind of the one in charge.
Ollie looks at Hal for a long moment, then goes back to the stove and turns it on. “You’re right,” he says, “and there’s enough eggs here to feed a platoon, Ray— Kyle. Stay, I’ll dial back the hostility, we’ll start making steps towards de-awkwardizing this situation. I mean…” Ollie looks over at Hal again, unable to hold back a fond smile, “… we got something pretty damn important in common.”
Kyle eyes slide down to Ollie’s hand holding the spatula, the ring glinting every now and then from the risen sun. He looks back at Hal and smiles, then back at Ollie. “You guys…geez.” Kyle runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head. “The two of you. You guys have had like, what. Fifteen years to repress and fight and make up and love each other and figure all this out? …And it’s all so easy for you now, after fifteen years of avoiding it…geez. Being finally FINALLY able to be together, like. Like you are.” He motions at Ollie’s ring. “You both deserve it, you know. I think it’s really…Not what…It’s beautiful.” He squeezes Hal’s hand and sighs softly. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
After a moment of speechlessness, Hal bursts out laughing at that, shaking his head a little. “Kyle, the reason we did that was WE didn’t know what we were doing. It’s ok.” He squeezes Kyle’s shoulder, smiling at him warmly. “Ollie and I took all that time to figure things out. “Don’t worry, ok? He’s mostly harmless, just has to strut around now and again.” Drops his voice to an exaggerated whisper. “He likes to think he’s the man in charge, so you know. Play along.”
Blinking, Kyle smiles at Hal, a little amused and a little unsure. Hal was sometimes just…just a little…just un poco….
He looks over at Ollie, as if Ollie can fill in that blank, but the blond man is busying himself with eggs. “So if you guys took all that time to figure things out, then I get a crash course?” He sighs again, pretending to look a little exasperated. “Good thing I’m a fast learner, when I want to learn. And…I guess I should start learning this.” Leaning closer to Hal and tiptoeing, Kyle holds his chin and kisses him softly, looking over at Ollie curiously as he does. He rocks back and licks his lips, grinning sheepishly at Hal. “Mmmmso. That’s what Ollie tastes like.” Hal makes a soft noise when he’s kissed, barely stifling a laugh at Kyle’s comment. “You trouble maker.”
Ollie thinks he’s been very good and patient over here scrambling eggs and letting the Lanterns prattle on in their quiet, slightly daffy Lantern way, but Kyle’s statement makes his eyebrows take a steep climb. There’s an acid remark on the tip of his tongue before he even thinks about it, but Ollie manages to bite it back at the last second: after all, hadn’t *he* been thinking pretty much the same shit not more than ten minutes ago?
Shaking his head at his own ridiculousness, Ollie finishes up the eggs. “Plate ‘em up, GLs,” he says, rustling cutlery from a drawer. “And yeah, this is definitely … something new to learn. But at least this time Hal and me have got a little more of it sorted out, and … well, it’s better for us to have everything all out in the open, right? No secret hidden places for jealousy and worry and resentment to grow.”
Ollie can’t help thinking of Dick and Roy and Wally when he says that, but he doesn’t mention that aloud.
Tickling Kyle’s sides lighlty, Hal goes to help Ollie plate everything up. “Thanks for breakfast,” accompanied with a kiss on the cheek. “Anyway…It probably seems like a real strange arrangement to most people. But we’re all far from most people, aren’t we?” Puts the plates on the table, still standing in case Ollie needs more help.
Kyle sits down again, thinking - again - that he doesn’t need to help with anything. They’re both two grown men, they could manage. “Gracias for breafast, you don’t got like…a tomato, or…beans?” Feeling generous, he goes and pokes around in their cupboards, hesitating at the fridge and then going back to the cupboards. “I’m trying to make it work, I totally am! I’m not jealous, why would I be. You guys are soulmates, I dig it.” He finds a can of baked beans and turns to look at Ollie. “I mean, you’re not…?” He grins. “No, that would be stupid.”
“Not what, jealous?” Ollie lets Hal take care of pouring coffee and goes to fetch a clutch of heirloom tomatoes from the fridge, cutting them open and removing the seeds before giving them to Kyle. “I’m not superhuman, Kyle. Of course I get a little jealous, over Kate, over Hal. But it’s not …” Ollie looks at Hal, who smiles and tips his head in a ‘why not, go ahead’ kind of gesture. And that kinda sums it up right there.
“It’s not a kind of jealousy where I get mad or unhappy. It’s because no matter what, I’m always gonna be a little bit jealous of people who get my loved ones’ time, y’know? It’s that kind of thing. Greedy, but not selfish, if that makes sense.”
“That’s one reason I wanted us to have a little time together.” Hal sets a couple mugs of coffee on the table. “Chance to clear the air so both of you know you dont have to worry about the other. Neither of you are going to steal me away from the other.” Gets silverware and stuff, putting it on the table and clasping Kyle’s shoulder. “I think we’re all learning here.” Hal smiles and kisses his temple. “So…cream or sugar for your coffee?”
“Hal, you’re so smart,” Kyle gushes, leaning into Hal happily and waving off the sugar. He takes the cream and adds it himself. “Hal said once that there’s no point in getting jealous, and he’s right, so I don’t. Especially since I’ve seen firsthand what jealousy can —” Looks at the both of them and cuts himself off, but it’s pretty obvious he was referring to Guy. “Anyway, I get lonely sometimes, but I don’t mind.” He grins up at Hal again, because it was getting easier to become his usual unreserved self, even in front of Ollie. “It just makes when I DO get to see Hal, it’s that much more, like. Awesome and best moments and precious. He’s like the ring to my Smeagol.” Kyle laughs at his stupid joke.
Kyle’s gushing is … kind of irresistible, in how completely EARNEST all of it is. It’s clear from the way the kid keeps looking at Hal all anxious — but only in that way where he *lets* himself be anxious, because he knows that Hal will calm him. And Hal does, calm him down, even when he’s busy with his coffee and not looking directly back at Kyle.
Well, Ollie knows that feeling. Knows it well. How it’s a relief to let yourself feel scared or angry or mean or anxious when you’re with somebody you love, because just looking at them makes you feel better.
“Neither of us *could* steal you, anyhow, Jordan,” Ollie says, accepting the mug of coffee that Hal’s fixed for him just how he likes it. “You’d sure as hell have something to say about it if one of us tried, heh.”
“You’re right, I would.” And it’s Ollie’s turn for a kiss on the cheek. Hal settles into a chair, taking a drink of his own coffee. “All I know is I’m crazy about both of you…And life’s never been better.” He smiles at both of them, brown eyes warm and full of love for both of them.
“I love y —” Kyle is about to respond to Hal, but he stops himself and then motions generously at Ollie, with a wide, wide grin. “Oh lo siento, you can go first. Age before beauty, vieto.”
“Pearls before swine,” Ollie responds automatically, before realizing Kyle probably wouldn’t even get the reference. Oh, well — there was bound to be a lot more of that, if they were gonna be spending time together. Dropping a kiss on Hal’s head, Ollie murmurs, “I do, though. Love you,” before he sits down and starts putting jam on his toast.
Hal smiles, even happier now. He’s got a good feeling about all of this, oddly enough. Most people would have thought that the combination of the two of them was a ticking time bomb. Hal’s optimistic. “Gosh I love you both.” Laughs, tapping the table. “OK ok let’s eat before it gets cold.”
Kyle smiles into his coffee cup about how old-fashioned Hal sounds, and almost catches himself sharing a look with Ollie. Almost. Kyle looks away quickly, somewhat demurely as he puts his cup down and starts digging into his eggs. This was going to be weird; but the key for now, Kyle decides, is that he simply isn’t going to think about it too hard. Just let his brain blank out blissfully in the presence of Oliver Queen, until it all got normalized, like it was never any different.
The main point for Kyle is that he felt safe and loved with Hal, and he trusted Hal with his life and soul. And Hal trusted Ollie with the same, so that was good enough too. So the rest of it…it was now just a lot of sketching and refining the picture. And, well.
Kyle knew he could work with that.