Right Hand On My Heart

Running In Circles, Coming Up Tails

Kirk was going over a million excuses in his head he could use to explain himself, but there was no point. He knew he was in trouble the moment he saw the disappointment in the other man's eyes. He offers a shy and guilty smile, fully aware that he had done something wrong. Like a puppy about to be scolded for making a mess.

"Kirk..." Dave says with a heavy sigh. He approaches the smaller man and reaches out to cup the back of his neck tenderly. "I told you to stay home."

"I know. I'm sorry," Kirk begins to apologize, but there's no getting around Dave.

"I give you one simple order to follow and you can't even do that," Dave berates.

His hand has wound its way into Kirk's hair now, squeezing the curls almost painfully hard. Dave presses in close to Kirk, making the atmosphere that much more intimate as Dave's voice drops low. He's seen Dave mad, but he's never managed to piss Dave off himself and wonders just how big of a shit storm he's got himself in this time.

"I thought I made myself crystal clear. What did I say?"

"You said stay put."

"I did. And what did you do?"

"I didn't listen..."

"What were you thinking?" Dave asks, holding Kirk's head in place by the scruff of his neck.

Kirk looks up into Dave's eyes timidly, managing to hold his brooding gaze despite the overwhelming need to curl in on himself and hide forever. On the bright side of things, Dave seemed to be more let down than angry. Dave's voice was a low dangerous rumble and his body heat radiated off of him. Even though this was essentially Kirk getting reprimanded, he couldn't help the way his cheeks seemed to heat up.

"I was dying of boredom watching tv all day," Kirk complains, pouting slightly because he can't help himself. "I just wanted to get out and see my friends for one hour. Is that so bad?"

"It's bad when you have to go behind my back," Dave clarifies.

"And you would've just let me go if I asked for permission first? Give me a break..." Kirk gripes, folding his arms over his chest as he glances away.

This prompts Dave to let go of Kirk's hair a little and cup his face in his hands instead. After some hesitancy on Kirk's part, Dave eventually gets Kirk to look him in the eye once again. Dave wants to be mad that Kirk deliberately disobeyed a simple order, but he can't blame the brunette entirely. He didn't exactly stress how important it was for Kirk to stay home, but what could he have said? Menza threatened to put a hit out on you and your life might be in danger? Dave takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.

"Do you think I enjoy doing this to you?"

"How am I supposed to know? You probably get off on controlling me," Kirk says with an air of despondency.

"Everything I do, I do for a reason," Dave tells him in a firm tone. "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think it was for your own good."

"Then tell me that. Don't just leave me in the dark," Kirk bemoans, getting particularly heated by Dave's insistence on being willfully stubborn.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry," Dave murmurs, kissing Kirk on the forehead.

"I guess you're taking me home now, huh?" Kirk surmises with a pout.

"I promised Marty I'd check in on things here," Dave explains, using a softer tone now as he brushes a few curls out of Kirk's face like a protective parent. "So I'm gonna have a little chat with him and then we'll go get some lunch. Sound good?"