but the drabble went more fluff than smut and they didn’t make it to the bedroom also it’s heavily AU enjoy
Raleigh ducked under Herc’s arms and grinned. “Too slow!” There was a football tucked under one arm and he only had to make it to the end of the yard in order to ‘score’. He didn’t make it more than a few feet before Herc tackled him to the ground. The grass was green and freshly cut, and when Herc flipped him onto his back the sky was blue with a smattering of big fluffy white clouds floating through it. Then it was obscured by Hercules Hansen’s handsome face.
“Who’s too slow?” Herc grumbled. The football had been fumbled off to the side, probably into the garden that Herc loved and that Raleigh fought tooth and nail to keep alive because Herc was the worst gardener ever.
Flat on his back, Raleigh wasn’t about to give ground. “You are.”
The outside of the kiss was rough, the scruff starting on Raleigh’s chin grinding against the nigh-constant scruff on Herc’s. Raleigh saw Herc clean shaven maybe three times a week but the rest of the time he claimed it was too much of a bother. He didn’t mind, Raleigh liked the scruff, liked the fact that when they kissed at night it felt like they could set off sparks, set fire to the universe.
Or at least their sheets.
On the inside, with their lips and tongues, the kiss was soft and slow. Between them it had always been soft and slow.
Herc was hard against Raleigh’s thigh, firm and hot through two layers of denim, and Raleigh raised his leg to rub it against Herc. The older man groaned and Raleigh rolled so their situations were reversed. Then he sat himself down on Herc’s hips. “You know, we should probably move this inside.” He was going to have grass stains anyway but there was a bed inside.
“Not feeling adventurous today?” Herc asked, hands on Raleigh’s ass. He wasn’t pressing it though, so Raleigh laughed and stole a quick, bristly, kiss.
“Herc, the last time we had sex somewhere not the bedroom Chuck showed up.”
That had been… absolutely awkward, awful… lots of A words. There had also been a fair bit of screaming. After that, however, Chuck had always called first before coming over so despite not having sex for a week Raleigh still counted it as a win.
“Mmm.” Herc held out a hand so Raleigh could help pull him to his feet. “And the neighbors probably can see us.”
To prove his point he waved in the direction of the Gottlieb’s house, Raleigh couldn’t be positive but he swore that one pair of curtains twitched shut.
Hero is a loaded word. It is yoked with the weight of ages, anchored to the marble visage of those who once wore it. To call someone a hero is to burden them with this ballast, for they must now live up to their new title, lest they disappoint those who have bestowed it upon them.
Al Hawke did not look like a hero.
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