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[bosspigeon]

74. Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap for Mason/your Detective (I have a goldfish memory, I can’t remember his name sorry).

Pairing: Mason/M!Detective Word Count: 1559 Summary: Literally just self-indulgent nonsense. A chubby detective with anxiety being loved on by our favorite grumpy vampire. Yeehaw.

I know this was originally intended for Chase, but I got inspired to write Juni instead, because I thought it would be cute, and I’m in the mood for cute lately. Mild CW for allusions to body image issues.

Mason perks up the second the Warehouse's hidden door slides open with its distinctive rumble. They all do, really, attuned to the sound at this point. Adam, of course, for "security reasons." Nate and Felix because they both love visitors, especially since they only ever have two.

Mason smells Juniper coming. He smells like outside, crisp cold air and fallen leaves, and the weird air freshener in his car that makes it smell like a goddamned bakery. His soft lavender laundry detergent, the spiced tea lattes he drinks to stay alert because he claims coffee makes his chest hurt-- he did drink it once that Mason recalls, because the new barista mixed up his order and he was too polite (read: anxious) to correct her. It made his heart beat hummingbird fast, and it took Mason snatching the cup and dumping it for him to stop drinking something that was hurting him out of some misplaced sense of propriety.

He shakes off the thought and sprawls himself more languidly across the chair, slinging one leg over the arm and looking towards the door from underneath a curtain of loose, dark hair.

Felix, sitting on the sofa across from him playing with some old handheld gaming console Juni's let him borrow, looks up and snickers. "You're so obvious."

Mason stretches out to kick his knee before hurriedly retaking his position.

"Juni!" Nate says cheerily when the human comes puttering in the door, windswept and chilly. "Welcome!"

Juni always seems startled by that enthusiasm, but pleased nonetheless, and he beams. "Hey! No missions today?"

Adam, tucked as close to Nate's side as he can be without being on top of him, grunts his annoyance, but otherwise keeps his focus on his book.

"I'm afraid not," Nate tasks, nudging Adam in the side reproachfully. "Which is why this one is so grumpy."

Felix chokes a little laugh at the choice of word, and Adam glares at Nate, who smiles glibly back. God, they've been sickening lately. Another thing to blame Juni for.

"I just got my sixth gym badge!" Felix crows while Juni is taking off his coat and scarf and tossing them over a chair. He hasn't even looked at Mason yet, and he’s trying not to be annoyed by that.

He smiles, freckled nose scrunching. "Oh, awesome! That means you can use Fly now!" Underneath his jacket, he's wearing a shapeless, dark sweatshirt that shrouds his body completely. Mason clicks his tongue, and that finally gets the detective’s attention.

His soft eyes drift to the chair, and his mouth quirks in that way that means he's about to get sassy, even if his ears are going pink and Mason can hear his pulse quicken. He smirks.

"Oh, and what's the problem now?" Juni asks loftily.

"No problem," Mason drawls, stretching his arms over his head so the bottom of his shirt rides up. Predictably, Juni's eyes flick down, breath hitching. Got him.

"His problem is you're not paying enough attention to him," Felix scoffs with a hearty eye-roll. "He posed himself all pinup for you, and you care more about Pokeymans than about poking him."

Mason growls, and Juni squawks out a sharp, involuntary laugh that shouldn't be nearly as charming as it is. He claps both hands over his mouth to stifle it, and, as if to apologize, he inches his way over to the chair and nudges at Mason's knee with his hip. He does try to keep his expression neutral when he pulls his hands away, biting his plush bottom lip, the corners of his eyes crinkled with the effort of not smiling. In retaliation, Mason snakes a few fingers into his waistband and tugs sharply, which is enough to overbalance him and send him sprawling. He flails a bit, and Mason wraps an arm around his waist to hold him still, but his body stays tense and he braces one hand on the arm of the chair, keeping his weight from falling onto the vampire completely.

"Wait, don't!" he blurts, pushing himself up a bit. His cheeks are bright red, eyes wide. Mason raises his eyebrows. "I don't want to squish you!"

"You won't," Mason says with a shrug, tugging again now that he knows it's not an issue of Juni not wanting to be close.

"Mason," he protests, "I'm like twice as wide as you are! You're all… lanky!"

Felix snickers. Mason ignores it.

Juni's getting fidgety, looking away and shifting like he’s trying hard not to squirm. Mason pushes his glasses back up his nose for him, and he mutters a quick thanks, but still won't look at him, and he's still bracing his weight so he won't fall across Mason's body.

Mason scoffs and stands up. The sudden motion dislodges Juni entirely, and would send him toppling to the floor if Mason didn't scoop him up and lift him like a sack of potatoes. Juni yelps anyway, which makes the vampire roll his eyes.

Adam and Nate are looking at them both, Adam entirely unamused, and Nate smiling with that usual fond indulgence he gets when any of them are acting up. Felix is cackling now, his game forgotten. Juni is covering his face with both hands, until he finally peeks between his fingers and notices that Mason is holding him effortlessly, no sign of strain, no shortness of breath, no trembling.

"Christ," he breathes, and the heat radiating off him makes Mason smirk.

"Do you believe me now?" he sighs, making an effort to sound as annoyed as possible.

"Um, yeah," the detective squeaks.

"Great." Mason flops back down, and Juni makes another sharp, startled sound, but doesn't try to escape. It takes him a bit, but he does relax slowly, settling against Mason's chest and draping his legs over the arm of the chair. He still seems shocked, a little antsy, as if Mason's going to start wheezing out of nowhere, but he doesn't protest.

Mason pinches his hip, making him jump. “Hey,” he murmurs, nosing his way into the soft, autumn-scented curls hanging over Juni’s face. “Relax. I may be lanky, but I’m stronger than I look. You weigh practically nothing to me.” He wraps an arm around the human’s waist and squeezes, using the coverage provided by his hair to nip playfully at his ear. That gets the blood rushing, and he squirms some more, but this time it’s less about his worries and more about the heat between the two of them. “And you’re so soft,” he purrs, slipping one hand underneath his sweatshirt to find bare skin. Juni wriggles some more, and it just makes Mason chuckle. “Keep doing that and we’re gonna have a bigger problem than you being all shy.”

He freezes, practically vibrating, and the heat radiating off him is delicious. Unfortunately, he can’t enjoy it long, because Felix has been distracted from his game long enough to decide they’re his entertainment now. He leans over the arm of the sofa, elbows braced and chin in his hands, making kissy faces at the two of them.

“You’re both so cute, it almost makes me not feel bad about being such a fifth wheel.” He glances back over his shoulder when Adam makes a disgruntled noise at the comment, but Nate just laughs and mumbles something about whatever they’re reading to distract him.

“You could always leave,” Mason growls back, while Juni hides in his neck and tries to pretend he’s not laughing.

“Nah,” Felix laughs, kicking his feet gleefully in the air. “It’s funny watching you get all annoyed. You want to be all cute and schmoopy, but you can’t when everyone’s around. Newsflash, Grumpypants, you’re being so stinkin’ cute right now. Cuddling and whatnot.”

Mason shifts with the urge to stand up and put the brat in a headlock, but freezes the second he realizes that would dislodge Juni. Juni, who is warm, and soft, and--

“Fuck,” he mutters. He glares at Felix, who looks entirely too smug, thinking he’s won. Mason’s going to have to get him back later, but for now, he’s got a human in his lap that is quietly radiating happiness, and when Mason returns his attention where it ought to be, he’s pleasantly surprised by a soft peck catching his lips, quick and sweet. It leaves him blinking, blindsided, and Felix starts snickering again, but he can’t even be bothered to be upset.

Juni doesn’t initiate kisses often, and warmth blooms deep in his gut at the unexpected, easy intimacy of such a small gesture. It doesn’t help that Juni is smirking. It's weak, still edged with his usual shy “is-this-okay” worry, but when he chuckles, “Good boy,” teasingly, Mason’s done for.

You’ve fucking ruined me, he almost says aloud, but stifles it at the last second by returning the favor and snagging the detective by the chin, kissing him with a little more force, more intensity. Juni melts instantly, going boneless and pliant, and Mason can’t even be annoyed by the slightly chilly fingers curling around the back of his neck with the pride pulsing through him.

And, while the detective is nicely distracted, Mason snags a throw pillow and chucks it blindly at Felix, and, judging by the sharp yelp that follows, it strikes true.

The victory is almost as sweet as the mouth against his.