[ Vasquez shoves them both in, yanks Faraday around to face him, and fuck, hell, Faraday shouldn't be as turned on by being manhandled as he is, but it sends sharp heat lancing down his spine.
Faraday is quick to return the favor, shoving Vasquez's jacket away, grabbing hold of the other man's tie to pull him in close again, to crush another hungry kiss against the Vasquez's lips. He loosens the knot at Vasquez's throat to get at the buttons of his collar, to undo them with dexterous efficiency.
God above, they're really doing this. This is actually happening.
But, hell, maybe not. Considering the business they're in, he expects the universe to fuck them over, some how. Expects someone to come crashing in through their window, or for a wall to explode inward, or for HQ to call them and inform them of an impending catastrophe.
Or, worse yet, for Vasquez to finally come to his senses and realize what an awful fucking idea this is.
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Faraday is quick to return the favor, shoving Vasquez's jacket away, grabbing hold of the other man's tie to pull him in close again, to crush another hungry kiss against the Vasquez's lips. He loosens the knot at Vasquez's throat to get at the buttons of his collar, to undo them with dexterous efficiency.
God above, they're really doing this. This is actually happening.
But, hell, maybe not. Considering the business they're in, he expects the universe to fuck them over, some how. Expects someone to come crashing in through their window, or for a wall to explode inward, or for HQ to call them and inform them of an impending catastrophe.
Or, worse yet, for Vasquez to finally come to his senses and realize what an awful fucking idea this is.
All the more reason to beat the clock. ]