#convo:chase&joey01

[burntoutbullets]

If he had to be honest, Joey had already realized that this situation had gotten out of control. At first it was a fun stunt; fucking an FBI agent was the kind of playing with fire that thrilled him like nothing else. Just another way of 'sticking it to the system'. But the sex turned into company and the company turned into intimacy and he didn't know how to stop it.

"It's just coffee, Chase," he groaned, propping up from the couch, still completely naked, to look at his now lover. Of course he ignored the real meaning behind the question. "Push the button and it'll do the rest-"

Lover.

An FBI lover, when Joseph was a former Spetsnaz and now a fixer for the russian mafia. He was so ruined.

. ݁₊ ⊹ open to M . ݁₊ ⊹ connections: enemies to lovers ( Y/M  could  be  a  criminal,  mafia  member,  vigilante,  villain,  agent from  a  different  organization.  chase  is  FBI BAU ) . ݁₊ ⊹ [ from  source  /  bullet  no.  13 : ]  when Y/M  and  chase  slept  together,  they  agreed  it  would  be  an  one  time  thing.  but  it  happened  again.  and  again.

one  night,  they  were  fighting,  throwing  fiery  words,  then  shoving,  then  pinning up against the wall,  then . . . kissing?  if  they  stopped  there,  maybe  the  two  men  could've  brushed  it  off.  but  kissing  led  to  fucking.  that's  where  they  should've  stopped.  but  chase  loses  count  of  how  many  times  they've  fallen  in  bed.  if  it  was  just  sex,  maybe  chase  could  be  emotionally devoid  about  all  this.  but  it's  sex  and  staying  the  night  and  breakfast  the  next  morning  and  tracing  scars  and  stealing  each  other's  clothes  and──  "what're  we  doing?"  chase  stares  at  the  overly  complicated  coffee  machine.  he's  over  at  the  other  man's  place,  still  here  from  the  night  before.