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“you’re so pretty.” methas breathes, fingering at the collar around jj’s neck, “you know that, right?”
“i’m working, methas. this isn’t appropriate.”
“too much talk for someone blushing like that.”
“i don’t-“ jj states, biting back, “-blush. i am only just trying to work. which only reminds me, our appointment is far than over. please get out of my office.”
“and if i don’t? what are you going to do about it?”
“you aggravate me.”
“you like me.”
methas pulls yet another finger at the stretch of jj’s collar, before moving it up to touch his neck. he lets his hand trace over the flushed skin, slowly. it was almost silly that jj kept insisting he doesn’t blush. whatever though. maybe methas can play dumb just to satisfy him.
“dinner tonight, maybe?”
“stop changing the subject.” jj resists rolling his eyes. “and no. i’m working late. and don’t look at me that way. i’m more than happy to work.”
jj pushes away from the desk long enough to set a reasonable amount of space between them. least one that wasn’t too inappropriate for the surroundings. they were still in jj’s office after all. no one would come in without knocking or jj’s permission, but still.
still.
“why do you keep running away from me? i thought we already established that you liked me back. i mean, you did kiss me last night. or did i hallucinate that too?“
“you wouldn’t have let go of me otherwise.”
“and you kissed me so i would?” methas asked. the stupid smile on his face is too embarrassing for jj to acknowledge right now. “you could have just asked me to let you go. you didn’t put any effort to escape.”
“i don’t know why i did that.”
“oh yea? you don’t know why you kissed me?”
“correct.” jj starts to shuffle through some papers. only an idiot would think he’s doing it for the sake of work. it was obvious he’s trying to avoid methas’s gaze.
“ok. right. anyway.” methas stands up off jj’s desk, taking a few steps towards the doctor, “so when's our date?”
“excuse me?”
“our date. that’s what two people who like each other do. they also kiss sometimes, but that’s a bit too unbelievable isn’t it?”
“shut up.”
“it isn’t? ok. kiss me again then. then i’ll leave you alone.”
“methas.” jj drags out. he runs his hand through his hair quickly, as if it would distract methas from the pink dusting his face, “god you’re so- annoying. i don’t even know why i-“
he stops short.
“what?”
“nothing.”
“c’mon, what was it you were going to say?”
“nothing. get out of my office.”
“rude.” methas muttered, before adding, “you’re lucky i like you.”
“stop saying you like me.”
“stop looking at me like you want to kiss me.”
“i’m not-“ jj stammers, and then he is quiet. his ears were turning a stupid amount of red. methas wants to bite at it. or maybe bite jj’s neck, just to see if it would flush just as red. wouldn’t hurt to know.
“i’ll kiss you then, if you don’t wanna go first. technically you already did go first. but we aren’t talking logics today.”
methas starts to step closer. jj’s too fixated on whatever methas was saying that he doesn’t notice. until it’s too late, of course. and methas has jj trapped between the wall and the windowsill.
“what else can this mouth do, hm? besides lie to me.” methas uses his thumb to brush against jj’s lower lip. his eyes peer up into jj’s face. “god you’re so pretty. i want to kiss you. like. i really do. it’s not just about getting back at you. i just want to kiss you.”
“there’s nothing you can-“ jj breathes, “-get back at me for. you just need to stop- being so freakin’ annoying.”
methas kisses him. their mouths slot together awkwardly at first, since jj was still talking. or attempting to talk anyway. but then they find each other again. jj stills. and methas is kissing him. and jj kisses him back. of course he does. jj kisses him back because he can’t resist. methas is way too attractive for his own good and it pisses jj off so fucking much.
methas pulls back first. he studies the blush on jj’s face.
“that’s cute.” he said teasingly.
“motherfucker.”
“shh. don’t swear in your place of work.”
jj can’t reply to that. not only because he didn’t know what to respond. stupid methas and his stupid snarky remarks. but because methas was kissing him again and jj stupidly swooned into that like an idiot.
he feels methas’s hands on his waist. they’re warm. and jj shivers and he pulls away this time.
“enough. you can’t.”
“what more can’t i do than what i’ve already done, jj?”
“you can’t go further.”
“oh i wasn’t planning to. unless if you’re into that. then i don’t mind.”
“get out of my office. i’m serious. i have to get back to work. i’m not listening to you anymore.” jj straightens up as if he wasn’t swooning like ten seconds ago.
“ok. but.” methas grabs at jj’s arm before he could run away. jj doesn’t resist. methas quickly steals the pen that jj has clipped on his breast pocket. “give me your hand.”
“what?”
methas writes a couple of digits on jj’s palm. the ink is blue and fresh and clear enough for jj to read without excusing it as being smeared.
“call me.”
“i won’t-“
“call me.” methas says again with a smile this time. he grabs his jacket off the chiropractic table. it was cute to see jj fluster the way he did. “i’ll be waiting.”
“i won’t call you. don’t expect it.”
but methas was already shutting the door behind him.
—
“i knew you’d come.”
“you insisted.”
“you called.”
“again, you insisted.”
“wrong.” methas murmurs. his hand plays at the stretch of jj’s neck. the pink marks were way too pretty on him. as methas expected. “i gave you an option. you took it.”
“took me half a hour to get the ink off my hands.”
“mm.” methas brings their faces closer. “whatever.” he kisses jj’s mouth. it’s soft and warm. his hand inches closer to slip between jj’s fingers. “you know something. they don’t only just kiss. people who like each other, that is. you know that right?”
“i know that.” jj sighs, wondering what type of ridiculous bullshit would methas come up with now. he braces himself for it. thinking he could take it. thinking he could handle it.
“sometimes.” methas continues. “they make love.”
it takes another half hour of coaxing to get jj out of the bathroom where he was hiding. but he was in methas’s apartment anyway. there wasn’t much place he could go but out of the door.
jj stubbornly stays in the bathroom.
he didn’t want to leave yet. but methas didn’t have to know that.