Decadent
Havoc toed his boots off and stripped the uniform jacket off. With a sigh of profound relief , he sank into a leather-upholstered armchair.
"That's my chair," Roy said petulantly. Havoc sniffed and grinned when he smelled coffee.
"Of course it is. But I'm commandeering it for right now, and you're not getting me out."
"I don't think I could get you out if I tried," Roy said, black eye glimmering. He handed the blonde man a mug. "You're stubborn like that."
Havoc snorted. Sipping his coffee, he regarded the smaller man. "Yes, I know. I heard you ranting to Al of all people about how I was annoying, stubborn maniac."
"I didn't quite say that –"
"No, but close enough." He leaned forward, snaking an arm around Roy's waist and pulling him down onto his lap. "I don't think I can repeat some of the words you used." His grin gentled and he nuzzled Roy's ear.
"M'm... I didn't say anything too horrible. After all, Al's just a child."
"But you said it loudly and emphatically, and it's the thought that counts."
Roy dropped an affectionate kiss onto Havoc's lips. "Shall I share what thoughts I'm having right now, or just let it go?"