Work Text:
Claggor looked out at the cityscape of the Lanes. His view was tinted blue through his goggles, turning the green sky to teal and giving the impression of an ocean above his head. This impression was improved by the fact that he was quite high. Literally and figuratively.
Claggor sat on the edge of the roof, legs dangling into the abyss below. There was always a below in the Undercity. You very quickly learned not to be afraid of heights.
Not that Claggor could feel anything like fear right now. Partially due to the weed in his system, ballooning his mood into a bright joy. Partially because Mylo’s head was resting against Claggor’s shoulder.
Mylo sat beside Claggor, slumped over, leaning his full and minuscule weight against Claggor’s bulk. His fluffy hair tickled Claggor’s neck. A sticky blunt perched between two fingers. Every time he brought it to his lips, he inhaled softly. Small puffs to keep the high going. Mylo lifted his face and blew smoke out in a long exhale. His cheek rubbed against Claggor’s.
Claggor’s breath caught at the contact. Cautiously he rubbed his cheek against Mylo’s cheek. The bristle of their stubble rubbing together made wonderful goosebumps rise on Claggor’s skin.
Mylo hummed, a happy noise. He pointed to the sky. “Do you ever think about getting up there?”
“We were just up there,” Claggor replied. They did a job, just a sneaky little thing to harass the Piltover drones. The graffiti was probably already painted over like it was never there.
“Not like that. I meant live up there,” Mylo said. He let his hand drop between them, his pinky finger brushing against Claggor’s thigh.
Claggor’s heart skipped a beat. “Yeah. But I like Vander and Vi and Ekko. And living up there...it’s hard to find a place up there. You need a patron.” He plucked the blunt from Mylo’s fingers and took a long, deep hit. Being high helped him imagine himself and Mylo as the dressed up Piltover royals.
Mylo sighed. “Yeah. And you need to kiss so much ass.”
Claggor’s heart skipped a beat again. His face warmed. “I thought you liked kissing ass,” he joked.
Mylo laughed. “Only yours, man.” His voice broke a little on man, something he covered up with a cough. Mylo’s cheek became hot against Claggor’s shoulder.
This thing between them was still tender and new. Neither of them was sure how far to push the other. They were still learning how to navigate this new aspect to their relationship.
Claggor imagined Mylo’s face between his thighs and his blood ran south in a hot rush between his legs. “I don’t want to share you with those losers anyway.”
Mylo turned his face and kissed Claggor’s neck.
Claggor dropped the blunt. “Oops.”
“Well, shit,” Mylo said. “No more holding the blunt for you, Clag.” He pulled back enough to smile, then fished another from the tin in his pocket. Mylo lit it and took a deep inhale. He turned Claggor’s face toward him, pressed their lips together.
This was not the first time they’ve kissed, but it was a near thing. Claggor could count on both hands the amount of times they’ve kissed. And he was keeping count because Claggor loved Mylo and he loved Mylo’s kisses. He parted his lips.
Mylo exhaled smoke into Claggor’s mouth.
Claggor inhaled and kissed Mylo at the same time and had to pull away to cough.
Mylo grinned. “I like this method of getting you high better.” He winked.
“Yeah. It’s pretty good.” Claggor grabbed the back of Mylo’s head and pulled him in for a hot kiss that made his head spin with pleasure.
Mylo moaned, crawled practically into Claggor’s lap even though they were perched on the edge of the roof, and kissed Claggor like it was his religion.
When he got dizzy, Claggor let himself fall backward, breathing heavy and hard as a rock in his pants.
Mylo straddled him, laid overtop of Claggor so that they were chest to chest. His erection pressed against Claggor’s stomach.
They kissed again, tongue and teeth and hands in hair.
The hatch on the roof opened with a creak.
Mylo rolled off of Claggor so fast that it was like he’d been burned. He scrambled to his feet. “Hey, Vi.”
Claggor tipped his head back to look at Vi and Powder upside down. He waved. His lips tingled and his heart raced.
“Were you guys smoking up here?” Vi asked, giving them her best stern big sister look.
“No,” they said in unison even though it was obvious that they had been.
All four of them looked at each other.
It slowly dawned on Claggor that Vi and Powder were waiting for them to leave. Probably for another sister moment. Which meant that the bedroom would be free. Claggor got to his feet. “We’re just going to back inside.” He grabbed Mylo’s wrist and tugged him toward the hatch.
“Uh, yeah. We’re going inside,” Mylo said and followed Claggor without resistance.
They climbed the ladder down into their bedroom. The second they were alone, Claggor backed Mylo against a wall and kissed him again.
Mylo wrapped his arms around Claggor’s neck and kissed him back.
Claggor felt on top of the world.