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“Wait, back up a lil. Why does it have to be me and him?”
Lloyd tuts. “Because we all have our own missions. Kai and I need to go track who’s supplying him with weapons, Nya and Zane need to stay here to make sure everything’s safe.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay, but why does it have to be us that have to-”
“Why do you have such a problem with it?” Kai snorts.
“I don’t! It’s just weird.”
Nya sighs at Jay’. “We just thought you guys have the most realistic chemistry.”
“We’re just bros.” Cole pointed out. “What if we have to... I dunno. Kiss and stuff?”
“Then deal with it. Hotel’s already booked in your names.”
The emergence of a new figure, The Violet Mask, had caused concern within the team. Sure, on the outside, he seemed like your average overdramatic and flamboyant billionaire, until they received reports of artillery being shipped to his personal resort, which was being opened to the public at, coincidentally, the same time a bomb was being ordered.
Suspicions were growing, and they’d decided to split up, Lloyd in charge of who was going to team up with who.
You’d have to be blind to not notice the blue and black ninja’s pining for each other, which is why he chose them to fly out to the resort, into the most expensive Romance Deluxe Sweetheart Suite. Hopefully, that would force them to talk about their feelings, and get them a little closer to The Violet Mask, due to the room having the added bonus of a dinner with the billionaire himself.
If they didn’t kill each other on the way there.
“I can’t believe we have to fake date for a whole month.” Cole grumbled once they were on the airplane, Jay nodding.
“Exactly. Like, we obviously don’t belong together.”
Oof. That hurt a little. Sure, Cole was batshit crazy about Jay, and tried to show it, but he’d never been very good at expressing things. To hear Jay say that they weren’t a good match stung, but he wasn’t about to let him know.
“I know! They’ll all see right through us the moment we try and introduce ourselves.”
Jay looked out the plane window, pulling a face as they started to take off, looking a bit queasy as they were officially in the air.
That wasn’t good.
“I thought you liked flying? You love riding your dragon.”
“A plane is totally different! They are a death trap.”
“C’mon, accidents are rare as fuck. It’s okay. You’ve been on planes before, and you’re still alive and kicking.”
“Uh? No I haven’t? You think I would ever get in one of these monstrosities voluntarily?” He have a worried little laugh.
“Oh. They’re perfectly safe. I promise.”
Jay folded one leg over the other, picking at his shirt.
“I can’t believe you’re scared of planes.”
“Ugh! I am not! It’s perfectly normal to be nervous when you’re not in control.”
Cole smirked. “I knew you were a control freak, but-”
“Not a control freak.”
“Sure, sure. Is this why you never let anyone drive you somewhere?”
Jay muttered something, before turning away.
Cole reaches out and pokes his shoulders. “Hey. I’m here. I’ll protect you if anything happens.”
“I am perfectly capable of - ack!” Jay yelps as a bit of turbulence shakes the plane, lurching to grip Cole’s hand.
The earth ninja doesn’t pull away, not when Jay has that fearful expression, instead rubbing his knuckles gently.
“You alright?”
“Death machine.” Jay muttered, glaring at the roof of the plane.
“We could practice our past if you wanna distraction.”
Jay didn’t say no, so Cole started.
“We’ve been together for a year and a couple of months. We wanted to go to this resort to have some time where it can be ‘just us.’ I like to give you pet names, and you like to cuddle.”
“You asked me out after knowing me for a few weeks. We met through friends. Our first date was to a bookstore cafe, where you bought me an old edition of a collection of science essays, and I paid for the drinks.” Jay continued.
“Do you reckon anyone will ask about the future?” Cole tried not to draw attention to the fact that their hands were intertwined, mainly because he wanted to stay like this for a while.
“Mm... maybe. Marriage and two kids?”
“Sure. You’ll make a lovely househusband.”
Jay rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You’re just lucky to have scored such a hottie.”
“Oh, definitely.” Cole maybe agreed a little too earnestly, but Jay didn’t seem to notice. “A massive chatterbox too.”
“Shh. I talk a regular amount.”
“Uh huh. Tell that to all the times I have been trapped into listening you rant about how they butchered some comic hero in the newest adaptation or something.”
“They literally did Artisanal Arachnid so dirty, I -”
“You do know how stupid that name is, right?”
“Pfft, you’re stupid.”
Cole rolled his eyes, and as the conversation paused, Jay started looking agitated again. Alright. He’ll keep this going.
“Reckon we’ll have to be... intimate?”
Fuck, maybe he was stupid. That’s a ridiculous thing to say.
“Like sex?”
Cole stuttered. Oh no. The idea of having sex with Jay was... shit! He was so fucked!
“Because unless they have cameras in our room, I doubt it.”
“I didn’t mean - I meant like... more tame. Kissing and stuff like that.”
“Probably.” Jay stares out the window, and Cole could only see the back of his head. “You better be good at it.”
“I am. An expert, actually.”
“Good. Shouldn’t be too bad then.”
“Are you sure you wanna look out the window? That’s bound to stir up some nausea if you’re scared of flying.”
“Not scared.” Jay faced him again. “What if we mess up?”
“We won’t. We’ve always been good at undercover before, this shouldn’t be any different.”
Except he might pass out if Jay kisses him. Other than that, totally fine.
“Yeah. I trust you.”
“I trust you too.”
“Your names?” The receptionist didn’t even look up from her computer as the ‘couple’ approached, Cole having taken the initiative to hold Jay’s hand in order to establish their facade.
“I think the room’s booked under Cole Hence?”
A moment of tippy-tappying on the keyboard.
“Yes. Romance Deluxe Sweetheart Suite.”
“That’s us.”
“We do have a honeymoon suite available if-”
“No, no. Jay’s just my boyfriend. Maybe someday in the future, yeah babe?”
“Don’t tease me. You know I’d love that.”
Phew. They weren’t doing too bad.
So far, so good.
“408, 4th floor. Here’s your keycard.”
With a smile and a thanks, Cole hefted up their suitcases while Jay took charge of opening doors.
This was a lot of red and pink. The curtains, the bedsheets, the carpet. Sweetheart Suite alright.
Cole dropped their bags before starting to look around their room for the next month.
A king sized bed, for starters. Two wardrobes, a little table with a kettle and some teas, a mini fridge, phone for room service. Good stuff.
Not to mention how comfy the bed looked.
And felt, now that Cole had laid himself on it.
He watched Jay, who was repositioning their bags before glancing at a corner of the ceiling.
Without warning, he moved to straddle Cole, kissing his cheek, before shifting to whisper something in his ear.
“Camera.”
Oh. Ohhh.
Cole wrapped his arms around Jay’s waist.
“Fuck.” Was his quiet reply.
Jay eased off him, sitting back up, and rolled to the side after Cole loosened his arms.
“Nice bed. Very squishy.”
“Mhm.”
Jay studied him. “It’s okay. Maybe we’ll just pretend. We don’t have to actually...”
“Right.”
“Right.”
A pause.
“Thank you. For helping me on the plane.”
Cole gave Jay a little smile. “No problem.” He sat up, looking out the window to the beach below. “We should go do some introductions. Need info and all that.”
Jay nods, following Cole out the door.