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So far Nolan would have to say that his new team-up with Hartley and Bishop was going pretty well. Obviously, there was room for improvement, but all new relationships had obstacles to overcome–rough patches to smooth out and such. So what if he and Hartley were currently sitting in the back of an armoured van with a gun pointed at them, it was only one gun.
“What part of your genius plan is this?”
Hartley was missing the big picture here, it was only one gun and one gunman. Only one guard for the two of them was pretty insulting really but he’ll cut the kid some slack–he doesn’t know who they are.
“Relax, escaping things is my specialty.” Nolan winked at Hartley, who in turn rolled his eyes like the giant immature jerkface that he was. “Just one question. How caught up are on Netflix action movies?” Hartley gave Nolan a blank stare for a good two minutes before replying.
“What?”
Nolan didn’t have time to explain his genius plan, Hartley’s words not his, he just really hoped Hartley wouldn’t punch him for this. If he’s been reading things right he’ll do the opposite of punching him. “Nevermind, just go with it,” Nolan whispered before reaching out with his bound hands, clutching onto Hartley’s shirt and pulling him close. Holding onto his burly accomplice Nolan turns to face the guard, who is confused, to say the least.
“This man is more to me than you can dream. He’s the moon when I’m lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in cold. And his kiss still thrills me, even after a millennia. His heart overflows with the kindness of which this world is not worthy of. I love this man beyond measure and reason. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s all and he’s more.”
Nolan turned to Hartley with teary eyes, waiting, and waiting, and nothing. Great, how had he not seen this movie? ‘You’re line,’ he mouthed to Hartley optimistically only for his optimism to be shot down by Hartely’s mouthed ‘what?’ in reply. He’ll have to do everything himself then.
In an instant Nolan lurched forward and smacked a kiss right on Hartley’s lips, using the larger man’s shock to sneak his tongue inside and for ten blissful seconds Hartley kissed him back. It was magnificent–a battle for dominance that mimicked their patented back and forth banter. Damn he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time they did this, Hartley was a really good kisser, here's to hoping he could do other things with his mouth just as well.
All too soon Nolan had finished picking the locks on Hartley’s restraints, having used the speech as a distraction for the guard while he got himself out of his own restraints. Finally free, Hartley rushed the guard, knocking the gun out of his slack grip and his head against the side of the van.
“What the hell was that?” Hartley yelled at Nolan as they made their way to the back of the van.
“What didn’t you read Bishop’s deep dive into his browser history? He’s seen that movie more than I have, which is impressive.” Nolan explained with a cheeky smile. It’s not his fault that Hartley and Bishop don’t keep up with their streaming. Now that they’ve kissed maybe he should start calling him John.
“Her name is Sarah,” John said as he kicked open the back doors of the van, in a way that accentuated his meaty thighs. Holy fuck did Nolan want to be between those bad boys.
“Yeah, I’m not calling her that,” Nolan called to John and they were pulling a tuck a roll, just to have the last word.
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LATER THAT NIGHT
“So how’d it go with Booth?” Sarah made her way down the spiral staircase in their current hide-out. John thought about not saying anything but she had that look on her face that said she already knew and just wanted to hear him say it.
“He kissed me,” John told her, his shoulders slumping.
“Did you like it?” She asked. When John looked over at her she had a sparkle in her eye. The same one she had when, after the job at Louvre, she proposed that they continue to work together.
“Yes.” Even John had to admit that Nolan had a pretty talented tongue. Sarah’s smile grew larger, her whole face lighting up. From somewhere behind him he heard a shouted ‘woo.”
John turned towards the direction he thought he’d heard Nolan’s voice only to be met with Nolan’s body crashing into his. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around the other man. All at once, Nolan was kissing him again and Sarah’s lips were trailing down the back of his neck. John leaned into both sensations, trusting his two partners completely. They’d have to come up with a new handle, now that there were three of them.