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Owen Carvour could not remember a time that he did not love Curt Mega.
Well, that’s not strictly true. Owen Carvour remembered growing up and going to school and becoming the best spy that ever existed. But Owen Carvour could not look back at the last two years of his life and think of not loving Curt Mega. Owen was surprised that no one had discovered his secret yet. Owen practically oozed his love for the American agent. The man who never learned the meaning of finesse. The man who had the best weapons designer in the world, yet never had any of her many lifesaving gadgets on him because they never matched his outfit.
No, Owen Carvour could not remember not loving Curt Mega.
Owen Carvour remembered one day walking into an office and seeing Curt Mega, and immediately falling in love. Well, maybe not falling in love. More like Owen’s love for Curt had hit him like a bullet between the eyes. His life never the same.
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Owen and Curt had gotten along swimmingly since the day they met, which is why when the Americans had to work with the Brits, Owen and Curt were almost always the ones paired up.
This led to Owen’s current uncomfortable predicament.
The two men were chasing after a very high class target. So, they were staying in a very high class hotel. And well, the two men had to stay in the same room. This wouldn’t be a problem, if Owen wasn’t a freak of nature. Watching Curt get ready in the morning was enough to make Owen want to go immediately request a confession.
Owen had tried to subtly get two rooms, but was met with a line about “budget cuts”, and he couldn’t insist without someone getting suspicious.
Now, watching men that he found attractive change, and sleeping in the same room as them had always been a problem for Owen. That wasn’t what was upsetting him. No, the problem was that their target was a woman. A woman that found Curt attractive. A woman that Curt was currently seducing in that shared room. A woman that Owen very much wanted to murder.
So now, Owen was stuck at the hotel bar while Curt used his very wonderful body to seduce someone that was not Owen, in the room the two were sharing.
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Owen was on his seventh drink by the time Curt came down. He looked especially smug, so the seducing probably went very well. Good, Owen was glad. Now they could go home, and Owen could pout in peace. Because to be very honest Owen knew that that’s what he was doing.
Curt plopped down in the seat across from Owen and ordered a drink. Owen just continued to nurse the drink in his hand, refusing to meet Curt’s eye.
“What’s up with you Carvour, jealous?” Curt teased, smiling that stupid annoying smile.
“No,” Owen immediately bit back. “Oh, jeez Carvour I was just joking,” Curt said, leaning back slightly, “If you wanted to be the one to seduce the girl, I would have let you.” Owen just grabbed his drink and turned his face away from Curt.
Definitely pouting. Maybe he had ordered slightly more than seven drinks.
“C’mon Owen, don’t be such a drag. Look I didn’t realize you were the jealous type. How about this, next time we have to seduce a beautiful woman, you can be the one who does the honors,” Curt said, trying to catch Owen’s eyes. Owen just slammed his drink down and stood up.
Yep, definitely more than seven drinks if the way the world was spinning was any indication.
Owen immediately felt hands on him, steadying him. “Alright, let’s get you upstairs, ok Owen?” Curt said steering Owen to the elevator. Curt successfully got Owen into the elevator and nodded at the operator. “Not jealous of you,” Owen mumbled, “jealous of her.” Curt looked at him sharply, “You’re blitzed Owen. We’ll talk when we get to the room.”
By the time that they got to their floor, Owen was dead weight. Curt gently prodded him to their room, then onto one of the beds. Owen just laid there, dazed as Curt started to untie his shoes and pull them off. He seemed to be using as much concentration on making sure that Owen was ok and comfortable as one would use to diffuse a bomb.
In that moment, watching Curt take care of him, Owen fell for Curt Mega all over again. Owen was sure he would never stop falling for Curt Mega.
“I love you,” Owen murmured trying sit up to reach for Curt to pull him onto the bed. Curt set down Owen’s foot and gently pushed Owen back onto the bed, “You’re drunk Owen, we’ll talk in the morning.” With that, Curt Mega super-spy pulled a blanket onto Owen and kissed him on the forehead. He then went and laid down on the other bed, turning off the light as he did.
In his more than seven drink stupor, Owen didn’t think about the consequences of what had just happened. No, Owen was only concerned with his love for Curt Mega.
He couldn’t remember a time he did not love Curt Mega. There was no way he had ever felt whole before Curt Mega burst into his life.
Curt was in Owen’s life now though, and Owen would do everything in his power to keep it that way.