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Contrary to what any outside observer might believe, Michael is the one who suggests the whole thing to begin with.
It’s Friday afternoon, and the Hall of Justice is exceptionally quiet. It might just be that evildoers tend to avoid attacking Metropolis and/or Earth right before the weekend, but Fridays tend to consist of Michael coding and re-coding his latest piece of tech, Kendra either getting her college coursework done or fucking around with their in-house Lordtech video game console, Rex spending some on-the-clock time with Sapphire and Joey and Guy being left to his own devices, which primarily translates to moping around on the couch being anything but productive.
So here he is, sprawled out with his feet up on the coffee table (Michael has repeatedly told him to knock it off, but Guy does it anyways. Any attention is good attention in his book) and with nothing to do but be in Michael’s presence continuously. He pulls out his phone and fucks around on social media for a few minutes before getting bored and tucking it back into his pocket. The back of Michael’s head is somehow much more interesting to look at.
“I can feel you staring,” says Michael. The rhythmic clicking of his ergonomic keyboard doesn’t even miss a beat. “You got anything better to do?”
Guy snorts, because they both know the answer to that question is a resounding nope. “Oh, I’m not allowed to look at you now?”
With a sigh, Michael actually stops typing for a moment. He swivels around in his chair to fix Guy with a stare. “There’s really nowhere else you can go?”
“Why would I wanna go anywhere else, hot stuff? You’re right here.” Guy drawls. He makes no secret of taking a long, long look at Michael’s frame. He’s suited up in his uniform, as is protocol for workdays, T-mask still sitting perfectly in place. Guy wants to kiss him again and again until he can’t breathe.
Michael rolls his eyes, but Guy doesn’t miss how his mouth subtly curves up at the flirtation. “Fine,” he concedes, sitting forward on his thighs. He starts bouncing his leg, an anxious tic of his. Guy wants to ask what’s on his mind, but thinks better of it.
Instead, Michael speaks first. “I’ve been thinking about making a list.” When Guy squints, confused, he elaborates, leg bouncing faster now. “It would be like an experiment. You’re welcome to say no, by the way. I thought it might be an interesting exercise.”
“A list of what?” Guy asks. His heart’s pounding hard against his ribs, and he has to remind himself that he’s probably just being dirty minded. But then again, Michael does like making lists and charts, and it wouldn’t necessarily be a stretch if it happened to extend to a certain aspect of their relationship…
Michael lets out a long exhale. “I think you know what I’m getting at.” He says, eyes suddenly half-lidded and suggestive. It’s too warm in here - when did it get so warm?
Guy’s brain is short circuiting. He’s convinced he’s seeing the light, that this is all some hallucination, but Mike looks awfully real to him, still sat in that chair, waiting patiently for his reply.
“So you’re saying,” Guy repeats the sentence super slowly, just to make sure he’s gotten the right idea, “We should make a list of stuff we wanna try in bed? And then we try it? All of it?”
Michael nods. His gaze is deadly serious, a level of intensity he only really gets about him when he’s got a good problem to work out, or when there’s relevant research to be done. “That a problem, Gardner?” He asks, raising a brow, toned arms crossed over his chest.
His tits look great like this. Guy may or may not be staring.
Their sex life isn’t dull in any capacity - far from it. They dabble in kink fairly routinely. Guy considers himself pretty damn adventurous, and Michael enjoys getting increasingly creative with his use of technology. Deviance isn’t new for them, but an organized list is uncharted territory. He’s definitely on board with the idea, though.
“I wouldn’t call it a problem, sweetheart. I’m just thinkin’ about what to put on that list.” Guy croons. He takes a step towards Michael, then another, effectively pinning him in his chair against his desk. “You got any ideas, gorgeous?”
Michael, the fucking tease, licks his lips, rubbing off a thin layer of black lipstick. With no small amount of innuendo in his tone, he confesses: “I’ve got a few.”
That soft admission makes Guy go a little weak in the knees. Mike’s been planning this, he realizes with a sudden jolt of heat down his spine. He’s been thinking about all the naughty ways they could get down together, hell, he wants it bad enough to outright ask. As if Guy would ever say no to that.
“Tell me,” Guy says. His voice sounds strained, faint even to his own ears. He’s about three seconds away from falling over. “Tell me what you want to do, baby, and I swear we’ll make it happen.”
Michael’s mouth quirks upwards, just for a moment, and that’s when Guy realizes he’s really in for it. “You’ll find out soon enough. We have to make the list first.”
He hasn’t even finished his sentence before Guy is scrambling for a pen and paper. He’s knocking shit off of Michael’s desk, shoving his palms all over, hoping to find something to write with.
Michael watches him with that coy expression, before reaching around his computer and neatly pulling out a tablet. “Here. Write on this.”
“And yours?” Guy asks, out of breath despite having done next to no physical activity. “You gonna write yours?”
Again, Michael halfway-smiles at him. “Worry about yours, Gardner. Mine are already there. If you’re not doing anything tonight- which I know you’re not, let’s talk before dinner. Sound good?”
“Yeah,” says Guy, trying not to get ridiculously turned on from this line of conversation, “Sounds great, sweetheart.”
Satisfied, Michael whirls back around to fully face his computer screen; the typing noises resume barely seconds later. But Guy doesn’t miss how he shifts his weight slightly, as if he’s feeling the full weight of the topic in the space between his thighs.
Fuck. Guy turns his attention to the tablet, quickly starts typing shit into the neat spreadsheet Mike’s set up. All of sudden, he’s not so bored anymore.
The end of the workday can’t fucking come soon enough, he thinks, and keeps right on adding to the list.