Aides
A Word: I have zero confidence in my ability to portray the awesomeness that is Guy. Apologies.
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Kyle has been around long enough that being thrown head first through a wall doesn't phase him much anymore. Getting tossed through the air is actually getting old, and his body automatically twists now to orient himself for a blast of his own before he can gain control of his flight. He's been hit and tossed and thrown so many times that he could probably qualify for TBI studies on Earth.
It's nothing new for him, nothing he really thinks about. There's no reason for him to think about it beyond how much it might have hurt.
"-and when all else fails," Guy says from behind Kyle. The only warning he gets before strong hands grab him around his stomach. Lifts and flips him onto the ground, Guy's muscled forearm pressing lightly against Kyle's throat as he addresses the still too awed rookies. "Too many Lanterns rely on the ring and forget a good ol' fashioned show of force can do wonders."
Kyle's been in this position before. Too many times. It's not the first time, not even with Guy pinning him down. There's no good goddamn reason why his heart should speed up, and his breath catch in his throat. No reason for the shiver that curls down his spine and sends a way too warm feeling to his dick.
Kyle should be biting back the instinctive urge to blast Guy's smug grin off his face. Should be twisting to the left to exploit the natural give in Guy's arm. He should be doing a lot of things, but Kyle's not doing anything except lying perfectly still and quiet under Guy. Feeling the strength of the arm across his throat, light enough for him to breath but firm enough that Kyle couldn't move even if he wanted to. Feeling the thick thighs caging him in, and remembering how easily Guy had picked him up and put Kyle exactly where he wanted him.
He has a brief and devastatingly vivid daydream about how that'd translate in the bedroom. Guy using nothing but his muscles to arrange Kyle however he liked. Holding hims still so that he had no choice but to take what Guy gave. Kyle damns his brain and shoves Guy off with a big green fist that flows naturally into Guy's favorite one-fingered salute. "And some Lanterns don't rely on their rings enough. So it's a balancing act, really."
There's really no good goddamn reason for Kyle to be discovering new kinks at his age. Especially not ones that go hand in hand with an attraction that he's barely acknowledged yet. Forget trying to figure out how to deal with it.
Guy snickers and stretches out on the plot of ground he's come to rest on. Arms crossed behind his head as he looks Kyle over. Eyes lingering more than they should. The smirk and raised eyebrow are pure asshole and Kyle's already groaning even as Guy opens his mouth, "You rely on your ring for that kinda problem too? Kinky, Kyle."
The rookies are confused. Alien Anatomy 101 -"And how to fuck it!" Guy crows in his head, goddammit- is a later course fortunately. Kyle rolls over onto his front with as much dignity as he can manage and rearranges his suit with a thought to make certain things less obvious. Guy's expectantly silent.
"You bet," Kyle says, ignoring Guy's gleeful crow of laughter. It's an idea. One that Kyle wouldn't have played with on his own -goddammit Guy- but it's there now, and Kyle isn't inclined to ignore it. Sex with constructs is only a little more satisfying to him than using his own hand, but the thought of a Guy shaped construct holding Kyle to the bed is intriguing enough to make Kyle shift uncomfortably. So much for not acknowledging that attraction. "Dammit, Guy."
Guy is, of course, unrepentant, as he stands and offers a hand up, "Need a hand or is that not relying on the ring enough for you?" The unholy glee at the double entendre gives Kyle a brief preview of what his immediate future is going to be like.
A small eternity of hand and jerking jokes that'll get them those side-eye looks that Guy's so damn fond of. Kyle's never going to hear the end of this. Par for the course with Guy. Kyle really questions his brains choices sometimes.
The recruits are still confused, and too new still to butt in and demand explanations like they should. Kyle smiles grimly and adds another layer to his clothes. Pointedly ignoring Guy's laughter and bad innuendo as they finish one of the most boring lectures the Corps gives. Looking forward to the little experiment he's going to conduct as soon as he's got a door between him and the world.
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