Prompt: Pike, McCoy – A photo of a gorgeous stone keep on a hill by the ocean
Therapy
″That is some view.″ Leonard took a deep breath of sea-scented air as he gazed out over the vast expanse of green hills and mountains and blue ocean.
″Yeah,″ replied Chris, agreeably.
Leonard turned his head to look at the other man and found the blue eyes on himself rather than the view. He couldn't resist a snort, though he suspected that the faint blush that he could feel burning in his cheeks was clearly visible. Damnit, he's not a teenager, for crying out loud.
Chris smiled at him for another moment before speaking. ″So, you finally willing to admit this was a good idea?″
Leonard scowled at him. ″Not sure all the damn stairs were necessary. Or advisable, given the fact that you're still recovering.″
Chris turned to look out over the ocean, but even in profile, Leonard could tell that Chris was amused at him. ″All the more reason to get some exercise. Consider it therapy.″
″I'll give you therapy,″ Leonard grumbled.
Chris chuckled. ″I certainly hope so. I'm counting on it, in fact.″ He reached a hand out to Leonard.
Leonard hadn't meant it that way, and the grin on Chris' face made it very clear what iway/i he'd interpreted it, but he didn't plan on complaining. Reaching out, he clasped Chris' hand and gave him a firm squeeze. ″Bet on it.″