Title: The Secrecy of a Star (Part 3)
Character/s: Gwaine, Leon
Summary: Leon goes back to Gwaine's flat and they talk about his job. It would all be normal if it wasn't Gwaine Green.
Warnings: Modern AU
Word Count: 1,025
Prompt: #251: Perfectly Imperfect
Author's Notes: A continuation of The Secrecy of a Star, Part 2.
Gwaine was a charming, good looking Irish man who made Leon laugh.
Gwaine Green was a popular, international rock star with a burgeoning film career.
There were times, when they were alone, that Leon momentarily forgot that both men were one in the same.
However, Gwaine’s flat thrust the reality of the situation firmly in his face.
‘Luxurious’ was an adjective Leon found himself thinking very frequently as Gwaine brought him up and showed him around. Gwaine lived on the top floor of a building Leon had seen and passed in the city but had never had cause to enter. High ceilings welcomed them to a three bedroom penthouse, complete with a home recording studio and rooftop terrace that looked out over the heart of the city. Every room was furnished, decorated, and neat in a way that Gwaine attributed to Morgana, his mom, and a cleaning service which came every other day.
“If left to my own devices, I’d probably never let you see the place,” Gwaine laughed, pointing out his bedroom by simply waving past the door.
It all spoke to a lifestyle that was foreign to Leon and yet the (large, expansive) space was comfortable rather than intimidating. It felt lived in despite Gwaine’s admission that it had been empty for almost a year and a half while he was on tour. Family photos and mementos sharing the same space as gold records and award statuettes helped convey a feeling of ‘home’ rather than just ‘accommodations.’
The balance between Gwaine and Gwaine Green was perfectly imperfect.
Working to further soften the appearance of excess was Gwaine’s attitude. He looked to Leon often as he gave his tour. He seemed to genuinely care if Leon liked his place, an assessment that was very easy for Leon to express, especially when Gwaine sat near him on the couch that he was so proud to show off.
“Comfy, right?” Gwaine asked, settling on the cushions.
Leon tried not to notice how the give of the plush seats brought their legs together.
“It really is.”
His agreement was rewarded with a brilliant smile; one that Leon still couldn’t believe was focused on him. He was unexpectedly pushed further into his seat as Gwaine turned towards him, draping his arm over the back of the couch.
“So,” Gwaine casually tossed back his hair, “why librarianism?”
Leon burst into a fit of laughter that felt so uncharacteristic but so good. He’d been asked many questions about his chosen profession over the years but Gwaine’s was very much a first.
Gwaine leaned into his space, his cologne warm like his smile. “What? What’s so funny?”
“I’ve never heard someone refer to my work as-“
Leon couldn’t even repeat the word. It was simply too funny.
Gwaine chuckled as Leon’s laughter finally settled. “What should I have said?”
“It wasn’t wrong,” Leon assured him, “just unexpected. The more common term is ‘librarianship’ or just ‘why are you a librarian?’”
“Okay.” Gwaine nodded, fixing his attention on Leon. “Why are you a librarian?”
Leon shrugged. “I like books.”
Gwaine’s laughter was so loud and sudden that it echoed off the high ceilings of his living room. The sound bounced back to them where Leon could feel Gwaine’s laughter through their touching thighs. He tried not to notice it as Gwaine shook his head, his hand brushing over Leon’s arm.
“That’s not the real answer,” Gwaine said, resting against the couch. “Why do you really do it?”
“Libraries are an important resource for the communities they serve. Even with the ubiquity of the internet,” Leon clarified even though Gwaine hadn’t said anything. “They provide free access to important information, they serve valuable resources that may not be available online, and their presence can cultivate a love of learning in any age.”
Gwaine threw his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Well, that’s me sold.”
“I know you’re joking but the endorsement of someone in your position would probably do wonders for circulation.”
Gwaine’s head tilted in interest. It was an unconscious action that Leon found more endearing than he felt he should.
“I could stop by for some publicity thing, if you want,” Gwaine offered.
“No,” Leon said quickly. “I’m not asking-“
“I would do it for you. It’s not a big deal-“
Leon put his hand on Gwaine’s shoulder, grasping gently as Gwaine looked up at him.
“It’s okay, Gwaine. I shouldn’t have mentioned it. I still think it’s a good idea if we keep whatever’s happening between us away from our jobs.”
“I don’t care that you mentioned it. I want you to talk about your work with me. It’s interesting.”
Leon rolled his eyes. “No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.” Gwaine grinned, “Libraries are an important resource for the communities they serve.”
“Now you’re mocking me.”
“Am not,” Gwaine said, shaking his head. His fringe fell across his face, making Leon’s fingers itch. “I’m just a product of a love of learning cultivated at any age.”
Gwaine pushed forward into Leon’s personal space. When and how he’d become so close that Leon could feel his warmth and see the flecks of green in his dark eyes was a question Leon didn’t have the mind power to process. He was well aware that they were touching at more than just their thighs. Gwaine’s hand rested on his chest and Leon’s own had fallen off Gwaine’s shoulder and onto his back.
“I would never mock you, Leon.”
Gwaine looked at him, into him, searching for something that Leon could only answer with a nod.
He was rewarded with Gwaine’s mouth on his, Gwaine’s body moving into his space, Gwaine’s hands coming up to bury themselves in Leon’s hair as they sank further into the couch cushions. He let Gwaine slide half onto his lap as he tried to focus on the feeling of Gwaine’s warm back and lush hair beneath his trembling fingers. He left questioning his abilities as a lover for another day and did his best to answer Gwaine’s hungry mouth with his own.
Leon would never believe that all this attention was focused on him.