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Jim is holding onto his desk, somehow. Gripping the edge, pretending to read over his report. He needs something to ground him and he doesn't know how to do that with the source of his ongoing inner turmoil right next to him.
He glances at Sandburg's hands shoving around the papers he filled out from their arrest. He has never paid much attention to Blair's hands before, besides that they seemed to have a life of their own. They are tanned and he thinks about how they might feel. On him. Touching him. He shivers.
Sandburg whispers: “You okay?”
“Yeah!” is all he can manage to croak out.
It doesn't lessen the emotional chaos that has started just 90 minutes ago on their stake out, when Blair had kissed him. On the mouth. Just like that.
He can still feel it. The press of his lips, the scratch of his scruff, the taste of weird herbal tea. Too much and still not enough. Right now, if Blair would get his hands all over him, he is sure he might faint.
Jim would like to play it cool. But he can't. He wants to go home and tell Blair it's okay. They are okay. And then kiss him back, a lot, with tongue! And hold onto him. His confused mind refuses to go any further. Just holding him against his body would be fantastic.
Sandburg jiggles his leg nervously. Jim realizes he needs to say something. Now, or it will become weird. Jim didn't even have enough time to properly respond to the kiss, since right then the cat burglar had jumped on their car ruining their moment.
“You know, we can get pizza later and then crash on the couch. Together.” Jim tries to smile meaningfully at Blair, hoping he will understand the innuendo.
But Blair is smart. He gets it and grins back. “Sounds great!”
Jim feels giddy, Blair gave him a look he could feel all the way down to his toes. He needs to clutch at his desk again, for support.