#[ alternative thread title: flinkshaming ]

[intolerablexsacrifice]

This might as well happen.

@oceanfoamed (from here)

The response is immediate as he drops his shoulder and launches forward, returning the shove by barrelling the other man in the chest. The force he struck with was exactly enough, and he was able to haul the other man almost brutally to the ground. They crashed to the floor of the cabin, and Hal was quick to straddle the man’s waist and keep him pinned even as he sat up and crossed his arms, just looking at him from that position.

“So, what did we learn?”

He doesn’t know what the fuck he expected, but this most certainly wasn’t on the list. Retaliation had been inevitable; Flint had known that from the moment his anger snapped him into motion. A punch, or a shove, or a fucking slap, he might have expected. But Hal slamming him into the floor and keeping him there? 

He stares at him, wheezing a little. There’s a brief struggle as soon as he can breathe again, Flint’s hips lifting and twisting as he tries to wriggle out from under the bastard to no avail. He shoves uselessly at Hal’s knees, glaring silently up at him. The back of his neck is burning. Sitting on him like this is one thing- does he have to just look at him like that, too? Smug bastard.

“That you’re fucking heavy, for one thing.” That Hal could probably break Flint in half, for another, but Flint’s fairly certain that’s always been true, even before Hal became--whatever he is now. Flint narrows his eyes, waiting until he’s sure he’s fully composed himself before reaching to grapple with the bastard again, throwing his whole damn body into the effort of getting Gates off of him. He very likely looks like a fish struggling out of water, hair all over the place and body contorting, but that’s an indignity he’ll take any day over just lying there under him in defeat.