Chapter Text
Sometimes a kiss was just a kiss, sometimes it's something more.
They were in off duty hours, at the edge of Tron City. The Bridge was new, lights not all fixed into place yet. Dyson was newly coded, still learning, and Tron had had a heavy hand at helping him build his log file with everything he needed for his job. They looked back at the city from their vantage point, still marvelling at the progress of the towers that formed its hex perimeter. The air out in the emptiness of the grid was slight, and Dyson's eyes wandered from the city upwards, into the black of the sky where rows of triple pinlights graced it between grey clouds.
'You think the game grid will be up and running this cycle? The gridbugs have become pretty sparse lately.' Tron chuckled at Dyson's comment.
'You know there's nothing stopping you from running through the grid parameters right now, if you wanted.'
'I know, but it's no fun if it's just me.' Dyson's sly grin caught Tron's eye.
'Think you're better than me already?'
'Nono, not that, just . . . restless, I suppose.' Dyson's fingers toyed with the baton at his hip.
'There's plenty of ways to burn off that energy . . . '
Tron's first touch was simply a hand on his shoulder, then a gentle tug as one finger slipped along a solitary point of light at Dyson's collar. Dyson looked down, then raised his head to face Tron, leaning back with Tron closing the space. The railing of the bridge blocked his movement. Tron let a small smile flit over his mouth before leaning forward again, then Dyson was fighting to process the sensation of soft lips against his own, unconsciously opening his mouth to let Tron in. Small nancycles passed of Tron memorizing Dyson by touch before he pulled back to give him space. Dyson brought the back of his hand up to his mouth, now more sensitive after Tron's attentions.
'What was that?' Dyson's brows were furrowed in curious bewilderment.
'You didn't like it?'
'I . . . don't know. Is that something you do in the other system?'
Tron shrugged. 'Not when I was first coded. My other half there introduced me. I figured you'd appreciate it.' Dyson dropped his hand, licking at his lower lip.
'It's certainly strange.'
Tron just chuckled.