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“Waterbae,” Robert calls sternly, a vein popping at his temple, not turning away from his presentation yet. “I can /hear/ you steaming. I swear to God, if you’re making out behind me-”
“We-We’re not!” Waterboy denies, embarrassed but truthful.
“Purely work-appropriate steaming over here,” Flambae seconds, sounding much smugger.
Robert turns around with a doubtful scowl. The rest of the Z-team is looking at the pair with looks ranging from amused to exasperated, but he ignores them.
Indeed, the steaming is only coming from Flambae’s arm over Waterboy’s shoulders. It seems the flame hero brought his younger counterpart against his side and they are leaning comfortably on each other, despite Waterboy having to fold himself to fit.
Robert gives Flambae a pointed look and turns back around to continue his presentation, but…
The steaming gets heavier.
Robert knows the different sounds Waterbae’s steaming makes. That is not the sound of purely work-appropriate. He whips around and crosses his arms.
Waterboy makes a noise against Flambae’s lips, attuned to Robert’s movements and aware that he just turned around. Flambae ignores it and presses forward once more before finally releasing his boyfriend’s mouth, turning to grin at their dispatcher, unabashed.
Robert raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him and slides his gaze to the empty chair on the other side of the table. Flambae gets up, still grinning, and even presses a cheeky, lingering kiss to Waterboy’s cheek before following Robert’s silent order. He radiates smugness as he sprawls in his new seat, and though Waterboy is blushing up to his hairline, he doesn’t look ashamed, either.
Robert rolls his eyes. Those two are a menace.
(His menaces, though.)