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Monday morning, Winn is still flying high from the way he and James had kissed and talked and made out, for hours, like horny teenagers. They’ve texted back and forth for most of the weekend, James starting it when he’d gone home to find Lucy already packed. And now it's Monday, and Winn is stupidly excited just to see James again, even though he’s just seen him, even though they see each other like every day and this shouldn't be really any different than any other tedious Monday, but it is.
Siobhan greets him with this like weird purr to the way she says good morning, but Winn barely notices because he's trying to figure out how he can get away with going down to James’ office, and how soon. He goes into the supply closet to grab some paper for the copy machine, wondering to himself if Lucy has already cleaned out her office and told Ms. Grant that she was quitting. Did she go in to say goodbye to James, or did she just cold turkey it?
The lock clicks behind him. Suddenly there are hands with very long, very manicured nails on his shoulders, turning him around, and he has about half a second to breathe before he has an armful of Siobhan, and her lips are plastered against his. It's all very abrupt.
Siobhan kisses with a single-mindedness that simultaneously turns him on and makes him genuinely fear for his life, as if she might bite his lips off if he fails to please her with the way he kisses back, and something about the way she catches his bottom lip and drags it slowly between her teeth makes him half expect to find actual fangs sinking into his skin and the taste of copper on his tongue.
His back hits the shelves behind him and he thinks, distantly, that that's really going to bruise, before he manages to bring his flailing arms up between the two of them and push Siobhan back.
“Jesus, Siobhan, what the actual hell,” he says, running his tongue over the inside of his lip with an irrational need to make sure he's not bleeding.
"Hi stranger,” she says, smiling at him coyly.
“We can’t keep meeting like this!” Winn squeaks, holding his ream of printer paper up like a shield between them and attempting to dodge around her and get out.
Siobhan catches him with one hand in the collar of his jacket.
“Where are you going?” she asks, spinning him back around to face her and batting her eyes slowly at him. “Don’t you want to…fool around a little?”
Winn backs up till he connects with the door, and feels around behind him for the doorknob. It's fortunately one of those locks that come unlocked if you just turn the knob.
“Okay, see,” Winn sputters, trying to buy himself some time. “I think we got off on the wrong foot somewhere, Siobhan, because while you are a very attractive person, and I am very flattered by your interest in me, I am really not interested in any kind of romantic, uh, relationship, with you.”
“Who said anything about romance?” Siobhan asks, boxing him in with her hands on the door around his head.
“Or sexual! Definitely not interested in a sexual relationship with you either! I did not mean to give you that impression, which, honestly, my bad, although to be fair you didn’t exactly give me any time to object to the kissing in the elevator the other day. Not that it wasn’t nice! Because it was! I just don’t want a repeat, thanks.”
The doorknob finally clicks open behind him and Winn stumbles backwards, but Siobhan keeps coming towards him.
Winn panics.
“Because, uh, you see, I have a boyfriend!” he shouts. “So, uh, bye?”
He runs.
*******
"Craap crap crap crap," Winn mutters, yanking open the glass door labeled ART DEPARTMENT and slipping inside. He scuttles over behind James's desk and hunkers against the wall, attempting to be as invisble as possible - a superhuman feat, when the walls are made of glass.
"Uh...Winn?" James stares at him from where he sits in the fancy white chair behind his desk, looking bemused. "You okay there?"
"Oh my god, James," Winn whines. He might be hyperventilating. Just a bit.
"Hey, hey," James soothes, standing. He's beginning to look actually Concerned now, furrowing his brow as he steps into Winn's space. He looks over his shoulder, like he's checking to make sure they're alone, and then reaches out, tentative, to cup Winn's cheek. "What's wrong?"
The fingers against Winn's skin are warm and dry and steadying, and Winn breathes in, sharp, through his nose at the touch, because this is new and unknown and they're at work, where anyone could see, where Kara could get nosy and look through the walls at any time and see them. And, god, anyone could have heard what Winn just said, the word could be anywhere in the building by now, everyone probably knows, what is he doing?
"Baby, what is it?" James asks and Winn dies, feels his soul leaving his body, ascends to a higher plane of existence, because, fuuuuuck.
"Ha, I uh, you see," Winn stutters. "I almost got, uh, mauled by Siobhan in a, a supply closet?"
James's eyes narrow.
"I was just grabbing some paper!" Winn says quickly. "There wasn't any talking, only...grabbing, and then she locked the closet door behind me - so obviously a trap! - and oh my god, James, it was so bad." Winn shudders.
"You've got some..." James is frowning now. He reaches over to his desk without taking his hand off Winn's face and plucks a Kleenex from a box, then dabs lightly at the corner of Winn's lips.
"Jesus, thank you," Winn says, trying to remember how to breathe properly with James's hands on him - at work - and the memory of Siobhan jumping into his arms to have her way with him. Obviously he had not made it very clear that the Incident in the elevator was neither okay nor something he wanted to repeat, because Winn had come to work this morning on a high after the weekend, with James and been extremely unprepared for the amorous advances of his coworker. Er, his other coworker.
"Are you okay?" James asks again, very seriously this time, like there might be Consequences if Winn is not.
"Uh, yeah, I'm okay," Winn says, wrapping his fingers around James's wrist tightly. He cringes. "But uh...I kind of...maybe...." He gulps. "SaidthatIhadaboyfriend to get her to stop?"
This, paradoxically, does not seem to freak James out in the manner in which it is definitely freaking Winn out. It's not that he's closeted at work, per se, more that his bisexuality hasn't really come up before when he's been, well, in love with Kara for two years. And everyone knows James and Kara have a Thing, so probably everyone else thinks James is straight too, like Winn had until a few days ago, and anyways it's not like he'd announced that the person he was seeing is James, but then he did run immediately into James's office to hide, so yeah, maybe it's kind of obvious?
"Boyfriends, huh?" James says, smiling, and Winn's brain shorts out at the way it makes James's eyes go all soft and warm.
"Uhh..." Winn says.
"I like it," James says.
"Uhh..." Winn says again, still stuck on the smile.
James, the jerk, laughs at him. He pecks Winn on the lips and lets him go, sitting back down at his desk, as if this conversation is all very fine and normal and not at all warranting of any further panic.
Winn swallows.
"You're...really okay with that?" Winn asks, moving after him to perch on the side of the desk. "Even though Lucy just broke up with you? And, like, Kara?" He gestures expansively to indicate all the complexities contained within Kara's name.
"I told you that I like you, Winn," James shrugs. He picks up a pen and taps it against his lips as he looks up at Winn. "I have for a while. So, if you're interested..." his voice trails off meaningfully.
"I am! Interested. Oh god, I am very interested. Obviously. I just," Winn gives James a skeptical look. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," James says.
"Oh. Okay, then." Winn looks at James expectantly, deciding to give the man a couple of minutes to come to his senses about this whole thing, because in what universe does anyone, let alone James Olsen, look at Winn Schott Jr. and think 'ya know what, I think I'll take that one over friggin Supergirl'?
James meets his gaze steadily, brows lifting.
Winn turns his chin sideways and peers suspiciously at James.
"...no take-backsies?"
"God, Winn," James says, mouth screwing up like he's in pain, even as he looks maybe a tiny bit amused. "I wouldn't mess with you like that, okay? I'm serious."
"Okaayy..." Winn says. He hops off the desk. "Uh...lunch later," he tries what he hopes is a coy smile, adding, "boyfriend?"
"I'll see you at 1:00," James promises.
Winn manages not to smack himself in the face with the door on his way out, so all in all, probably a win.