Marvelous doesn't even need to panic about having confessed his feelings - at all - because Don is the least judgemental member of his crew. There's no reason to feel embarrassed because Don will always empathise with him, and keeps insisting that Marvelous is welcome to talk about feelings any time if he wants to, even though in Don's experience he never really has. He really doesn't want to stop seeming strong in Don's eyes.
That intention goes right out the porthole when Don touches him so gently that it seems impossible to accept the amount of determination that's mixed in there too. Don is the type to back off as soon as you put up limits (not that Marvelous has ever had to!), and to apologize a little more than is necessary, but he also knows when an excuse is just an excuse. He's perceptive. He knows Marvelous far too well, and he won't be fobbed off when something is real.
Don pulls Marvelous's head to rest against his chest, and Marvelous smiles to himself. He can hear Don's heart beating at a slightly quicker pace than usual. He hopes that's not because he's upset Don, but Don is radiating calm and competence, so he could be wrong about that.
Just rest a minute, Don says, just relax. His touch is soothing in its repetitiveness; his hand rubbing circles on Marvelous's shoulder, and then his fingers in Marvelous's hair that massage and encourage him to focus on that feeling and nothing else.
Oh, yes, he was trying to stop thinking.
What if somebody needs something?, he wants to protest, but he really can't. He literally just checked in on everyone, one after the other, and they were all getting on with their own rituals for winding down after a battle. Marvelous doesn't exactly have one of those, unless sex counts.
He wants to protest a lot of things, but he doesn't. Don is too soft, and warm, and intent on making him feel better, and Marvelous is having trouble remembering why he should interfere with that. He lets some of the tension out of his body and relaxes more fully against Don, murmuring a soft sound of pleasure against him.
"Feels good," he confesses with a smile. Maybe just a minute of this is okay.
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That intention goes right out the porthole when Don touches him so gently that it seems impossible to accept the amount of determination that's mixed in there too. Don is the type to back off as soon as you put up limits (not that Marvelous has ever had to!), and to apologize a little more than is necessary, but he also knows when an excuse is just an excuse. He's perceptive. He knows Marvelous far too well, and he won't be fobbed off when something is real.
Don pulls Marvelous's head to rest against his chest, and Marvelous smiles to himself. He can hear Don's heart beating at a slightly quicker pace than usual. He hopes that's not because he's upset Don, but Don is radiating calm and competence, so he could be wrong about that.
Just rest a minute, Don says, just relax. His touch is soothing in its repetitiveness; his hand rubbing circles on Marvelous's shoulder, and then his fingers in Marvelous's hair that massage and encourage him to focus on that feeling and nothing else.
Oh, yes, he was trying to stop thinking.
What if somebody needs something?, he wants to protest, but he really can't. He literally just checked in on everyone, one after the other, and they were all getting on with their own rituals for winding down after a battle. Marvelous doesn't exactly have one of those, unless sex counts.
He wants to protest a lot of things, but he doesn't. Don is too soft, and warm, and intent on making him feel better, and Marvelous is having trouble remembering why he should interfere with that. He lets some of the tension out of his body and relaxes more fully against Don, murmuring a soft sound of pleasure against him.
"Feels good," he confesses with a smile. Maybe just a minute of this is okay.