Bésame Mucho
As an informant for the DEA, your entire job is to hide in plain sight. Until one night, when Javier Peña seems to see right through you.
Javier Pena x f!reader
WC: 5.9k
CW: smut (18+, MDNI), p in v sex (be safe y’all), dirty talk, references to drugs, alcohol use, fingering, oral sex (m!receiving), breast play, only kinda following the Narcos storyline, no use of y/n
You knew this line of work could put your life in jeopardy, you just didn’t realize it would also put your heart on the line.
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Colombia still didn’t feel like home. You’d been stationed in Medellín for almost 18 months and you hadn’t been able to find much in the way of comfort. Being an informant meant your belongings were limited: no pictures of yourself or your family, no jewelry or clothing with specific markings, not even art or books that could lead to who you really are.
Steve’s offer to join the team wasn’t necessarily a surprise; you and him had come up in the academy together and continued keeping in touch after he joined the DEA. If anything, you’d been honored to be offered the job without so much as a single interview. You just were not prepared to be so damn isolated. In a country where you had no outside friends or family, being fluent in Spanish gave you the most community feeling. Both the team with the Feds and Escobar’s cartel had more locals involved than not, so your capacity to speak their language helped you feel somewhat connected to this place.
Nights where you had a break from your job was when you craved comfort the most. Local television was all about your work and you didn’t dare explore much around town without fear someone might see you who wasn’t supposed to. Times like these you’d find yourself at the office, waiting for Steve to get off work so you could go for drinks. You’d go share some tequila, then wake up and head back to one of Escobar’s hubs for quality control. You were actually Javi’s informant, but Steve’s partner never seemed interested in hearing about your day or tagging along for happy hour hangs.
What was there to say about Javier Peña. A decorated agent, a very smart and stubborn worker, and one handsome motherfucker. Someone you could admire from afar without much distraction, considering he chose to keep to himself, at least while you were around. You knew his time in Colombia had not been kind to him - Steve had told you everything when you first arrived for your assignment - so you didn’t take it to heart that he preferred his supervision to be minimal. Also mentioned was Javi’s preference to not have girlfriends, or almost any male friends, who could ask him about work, himself, or really anything personal. It made sense, this wasn’t the kind of job where you could trust many people with what you did day in and day out. But that almost made you want to get closer to him; the air of mystery was magnetic.
Tucking the intrigue aside, you were thankful to be working for an agent who was damn good at his job and allowed you to be even better at yours.
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Pablo had quickly taken a liking to you, recognizing your firm hand and willingness to say yes. You could bat your eyelashes a certain way and he would always say yes back. Working right into his hand, you found yourself in the close circle of one of the most powerful men on the planet.
Most people found Pablo intimidating, too aloof to get along with. For whatever reason, it worked for you. You had a knack for getting through to just about everyone you met, no matter the personality. It was why Steve called you to Colombia and why you found yourself in the middle of a huddle with Escobar, his right hand Fabio, and Felix, the other DEA informant who’d been with the cartel for just about three years. This meeting was your weekly check-in, summarizing the goings on from each hub that was deemed important, from employment changes to total output from each region.
Your job was simple: observe and report, whether that was to Pablo or Javi. With Pablo, it was about keeping it short and sweet; he didn’t want any information that wasn’t relevant to making money and staying out of sight from the Feds. On the other hand, reporting to Javi was strictly written but with as much detail as possible. The more evidence recorded the better, giving the team every possible chance to take down the King of Cocaine.
When it was your turn, you gave your report; no notes to highlight to the crew after this last week. Everything seemed to be rolling exactly as it should, giving you a chance to do your job and go home. It felt like just another day as you left, no indication from any of the guys of what was to come that evening.
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It’s one of those nights where your brain needed an escape. Walks around your street weren’t going to cut it, so you ventured a few miles away, hoping to try something new. You wrapped a scarf around your head, trying to stay somewhat covered; you knew enough not to wander far, but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from leaving the house. Shops over here weren’t open this time of night, so it was you and your thoughts swimming through Saturday night traffic. Passing couples along the sidewalk holding hands, families finding their way home; it hurt your heart more than it should. Being in this line of work proved dangerous and having close friends and loved ones was not usually in line with this career. You’d known that going in, but you’d always been a romantic at heart, hoping to someday marry and live in a suburb with a white picket fence and children. Nothing pushed you to work harder than saving for your retirement dream; peace, quiet, and love.
Caught in your daydream, you’re startled when a hand grabs your upper arm, pulling you into a dark alleyway. It’s not until a patch of moonlight hits his face that you realize it’s Javier Peña.
“Javi, what the hell are you doing?!”
“No time to explain, we need to get you out of this neighborhood as soon as possible.”
“What are you talking about? Javi, no, it’s my night off.”
“Yeah and Pablo’s guys seem to have caught onto that. You’re being watched and not just by me.” Fear courses through your veins, goosebumps prickling your skin.
“Javi, what do you mean I’m being watched? Why are you tailing me?” “Can you cut the chatter? I’ll explain once we make it somewhere safe.” Javi huffs out as he drags you behind buildings, finally making it to his Jeep. Engine roaring to life, he drives you away, opposite the direction of your apartment.
“Agent Peña, where are we going? My place is back west, not east.” “I know, gatita, I’m taking you back to my place instead. I’m worried you’ve been compromised.”
Gatita. Kitten. The nickname given to you by Steve the day you met all those years ago at the academy, when you were wearing a t-shirt covered with kittens and flowers. Your cozy travel tee that Steve never let you live down.
Hearing Javi say it gives you shivers, never having heard him call you the name to your face. Something exciting stirs inside you but before you can figure out what it means he speaks again.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, you weren’t supposed to know I was tailing you.”
A million questions come to you all at once and you decide to start with your first: “I ask again, why were you following me? I can handle myself just fine.”
“We all know that, I promise you. It wasn’t my call, Steve asked that I look out for you. Intel from Escobar’s team seems to have their sights set on you and we have to make sure that doesn’t lead to anything dangerous.”
“Javi, I don’t need protecting. I’m in with Pablo, why would he send someone after me?”
“Apparently Felix overheard Fabio and Pablo talking about a possible mole in the group, so they’re on high alert. Seems they’re checking out anyone outside of the family starting with newer members. Meaning, you’re near the top of the list.”
Taking this in, a few puzzle pieces click in your brain. Earlier that day, you’d seen Fabio talking with a man you later came to know as Poison, their best hitman. You’d only heard rumors about his capabilities, knowing he was used for their most important jobs. However, when you tried to get more information on the reason for his visit during your check-in, Pablo and the guys kept avoiding the question.
Now, with Javi keeping his eyes on the road, you feel the unease hit your chest like a truck. If Poison’s resume was any indication, there’s a high chance you’d have never seen him coming. How Javi did, you had no idea.
Brain running a mile a minute, you mumble out “How could they know, I’ve been nothing but loyal… I’ve played the exact role they want…”
“Hey, you could be the best actor alive, but we are talking about Pablo fucking Escobar. Nothing gets past that man, ever. That’s why it’s taken 15 god damn years to get to this point.”
You try to get control of your breath but can’t seem to get your airways open. Tears sting your eyes as terror takes over.
Suddenly, you feel a hand grab yours; Javi has placed his fingers over yours, trying to ground you. Quiet surrounds you as your breath balances out and you realize the car is parked and turned off. Bright brown eyes find yours, giving you a safe space to collect yourself.
Wiping your eyes, you whisper “I thought I was helping you and Steve. What a waste.”
“None of this has been a waste and this is not your fault. Please… don’t take this personally,” Javi stutters out.
You can tell he’s not used to this kind of pep talk; in the time you’ve worked with him, you’d shared maybe 20 words together and it seemed that was the case for most others on the team as well.
Feeling a smile creep onto your face, you can’t help but avert your eyes, feeling shy and ashamed all at once. Something about the warmth of his gaze brought back the spark in your gut and you didn’t want it to show.
A pregnant pause follows and neither of you seem sure what to do next. Hurriedly, Javi moves his hand to the car door to get out without saying another word. Both of you grab your belongings and you follow him up the steps to his secluded home.
It’s a poorly lit yet quiet part of town, perfect for a special agent who’s in and out at all hours of the day. Unlocking the door, he enters first, checking corners and closets for any signs of entry. It’s a habit you know all too well, always checking your home at least once for enemies before settling in.
“All clear, make yourself at home,” he calls out. You set your purse on the table in the foyer and wander inside, finding an environment set up not dissimilar to your own. Books line the walls, with Spanish and English non-fiction titles taking up most of them. A handful of manila folders cover the coffee and dining tables, while a half-empty pot of coffee sits on the counter next to an ashtray full of cigarette butts. Smoke lingered in the air, along with ground coffee and something else that made up Javier Peña. The place was impersonal, a special agent’s cave by definition.
Flicking on the floor lamp, you take a seat on the couch and graze the paperwork on the table. Most of it is the reports you’d been giving him, updates on your time spent with the cartel. Red ink was scattered amongst your words, Javi’s notes and questions written in the margins.
“You’re one of the best reporters on the team. Never have to ask you for edits, it’s all laid out for me to work off of.”
Once again you startle, not having heard him step into the living space. His eyes watch as you set the papers down, heat creeping up your neck.
“What can I say, I’m an observant person. When I’m on a job it’s all I can think about.”
“You’re a great asset to this team. Steve’s a lucky son of a bitch to have you around.”
Pausing, you finally meet his eyes, finding the same heat that hit you in his car. Just as quickly, he turns away, heading towards his makeshift bar.
“Can I offer you something to drink?”
“You got whiskey? I need a break from anything with agave.”
Without another word he pours two glasses of brown liquor, walking over and handing one of them to you. Reaching out, he clinks his glass to yours, raises it in the air, then takes a sip. You do the same, appreciating the ritual of a proper cheers.
Warmth spreads through your bones, a bit of liquid courage taking hold. He doesn’t say a word, just walks over to the record player in the corner and puts the needle down. You try and pick out the artist but you’re still not up to speed on much Spanish music.
“I found this record in a shop a few weeks ago and I can’t seem to listen to anything else. Los Panchos remind me so much of my childhood,” Javi divulges. He’s looking out the window, drink in hand, as his head bobs slowly from side to side.
Bésame Mucho plays out of the speaker, adding layers to your already off kilter evening. A buzz fills the air and you finally allow yourself to feel the flush that’s been trying to creep up since you first saw him in the alleyway.
Technically you were Javi’s informant, but he’d rarely acknowledged you as his own. Usually you’d bring your reports to Steve and he’d filter your findings back to Javi as needed. For whatever reason, Javi always seemed unwilling to give you the time of day, until tonight. You figured you give in, try and get to know the man you’d been working for for the last year and a half.
“I always hear Los Panchos on the radio, I’m finally starting to recognize their voices. Something about them is so warm, romantic…” you trail off, not wanting to be too forward too soon.
“They were my mother’s favorite. Her and my dad would dance to them in the kitchen whenever they came on. It’s a comfort hearing them down here, it makes me feel less alone.”
“I can’t imagine how isolated you’ve felt, being down here so long. It’s been so hard for me so for you… I hope it’s all been worth it.”
Javi hesitates, searching for the right words to say next. “I hope so too. It’s been my dream, to excel with the DEA. But sometimes I dream about other things too…”
Without saying anymore, you knew exactly what he meant. It’s the feelings that had been swirling in your brain less than two hours ago.
“I completely understand, Javi. Companionship, someone to come home to, something this job makes incredibly difficult to have.”
Chocolate colored eyes sear into yours as he realizes he’s found someone who voices his feelings for the first time in a long time.
“Javi, why have you ignored me before? Why is this the first time I feel like you’ve really seen me, noticed me?”
“I… I can explain. I just…” he drags his palm over his face and then finishes his drink. “I knew it would be dangerous for me to get to know you, to get close to you.”
With shaking hands, you raise your voice, “Dangerous?! Javi, we are working on taking down the Medillín cartel, how am I going to put you in more danger?!”
“Not physical danger, gatita… from the moment I met you, I knew you’d be trouble.”
You still didn’t understand what he meant.
“Javi, I’m not going to harm you. Just because I’m in with Pablo doesn’t mean I’m one of them…”
Footsteps sound as he walks towards you, lowering himself to meet you on the couch.
Smirking, he says “no, I mean danger like… emotional. Something about you, it’s irresistible. It pulls at me and I’ve tried so hard to avoid it, but this, tonight…”
Finally, it clicks. Everything makes sense now: the avoidance, lack of one on one meetings, not joining you and Steve for drinks. And now tonight, tailing you even when it’s your night off.
“Javi, I don’t know what to say…”
“You don’t have to say anything, I’m… this is so embarrassing.”
Inching closer, you place your hand on his cheek, lifting his face up to meet yours.
“Do not be embarrassed. I understand, I feel it too.”
His eyes shine, making him look like a puppy dog. It’s sweet and vulnerable, a position you’d never seen him in before.
Whispering, you ask “Javi, would it be okay if I kissed you?”
Without another word he grabs your face in his own hands and grazes his lips over yours. Softer than anything you’d expect from him, you soak it in. Your eyes flutter open to find his looking back, making sure this is okay. Lunging forward, you crash your lips to his, throwing aside any patience you pretended to have. He meets you at the same speed, begging for more as his hands run through your hair. Slipping his tongue along your lips, you allow him in, tasting the whiskey and salt in his mouth.
You slide your way into his lap, straddling his hips. Moans travel from his throat and into your mouth, giving his approval. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you find a slow rhythm as you rock your hips. The record player went quiet a while ago, but the two of you move together, seeming caught in a dance all your own. Massive hands grab your ass, moving you closer to his center.
Removing his lips, Javi takes a breath. “Holy shit, gatita, this is all I’ve wanted for so long. Why did I let you walk around without having you?”
“I’ve been here this whole time, Javi. All you had to do was ask.”
Groaning, he pulls you in closer, stopping you right on top of his bulge. Craving the friction, you continue to roll your hips as he trails kisses across your jawline and throat. Wet sparks left behind by him and his incredibly delicate lips. Tilting your head back, you moan out while he starts to unbutton your shirt. The buttons become too much work and he rips the shirt open, buttons flying in all directions. You laugh out loud, caught off guard by his strength and impatience. That only seems to motivate him more, moving to your bra clasp next.
One hand holds your hair up while his other undoes the hooks, slowly sliding the straps off of your shoulders. Pausing, he stares at your chest, already hard nipples awaiting his touch.
“You really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, finding your eyes once more.
The eye contact brings more heat than you’ve ever felt; something in his gaze says more than his mouth does and another shiver runs up your spine.
Softly, you reply “I hope you like the rest of me too.” Lifting yourself, you stand up and unzip your skirt, dropping it to the floor. Only your panties remain, pink cotton soaking wet with your excitement. Javi’s tongue runs over his bottom lip, taking in every inch of you. Slowly, you wiggle out of your underwear, attempting to put on a show. A smile breaks across his face and he lets out a small chuckle.
“It’s a good thing you chose to work for the Feds, gatita, ‘cause your moves wouldn’t have gotten you far.” Feigning anger, you turn around to face away from him, giving him a view of your ass.
“Oh my moves aren’t doing for you, are they?” You say as you drop your hands to your feet and slowly stand back up, dragging your hands along your legs and showing off your drenched pussy.
If you didn’t know better, you could have sworn you saw drool leaving his mouth.
“Mhmm, that’s what I thought big guy,” you whisper as you turn back around, finding your seat back on his lip.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby, I need you so bad. Please let me have you,” he practically begs.
“Yes, Javi, I need you to fuck me.”
Large hands cup your ass once more as he bounces you up and down in his lap, watching your face as he takes your tits in his mouth. Sucking one and then the other, letting each go with a resounding pop. Your hands grasp for grip, trying the back of the couch, the back of his head, and then his shoulders. It’s not long before you find the buttons on his shirt and he pauses just long enough to pull his tank top off as well. Finally, you grab for his belt buckle, attempting to undo the large metal clasp. It seems caught on his pants and after you’ve huffed out in anger for longer than you’d like to admit, Javi takes over. Before you can blink, he’s got his pants unzipped, a sliver of white briefs peeking out.
Grabbing your hips, he readjusts you in his lap before he pulls out his cock. You can’t help but gasp at the sight; he’s by far the biggest you’d ever seen and, rock hard, it sprung back and rested on his stomach.
“Fuuuuck, Javi, I want to feel you, I want to feel you inside of me.” He grabs your hands and says, “not yet, baby we don’t need to rush.” Your pussy clenches around nothing, wishing he were balls deep in you. Instead, you move your hands to wrap around him, spitting to add some slick. Meanwhile, his hands move back to your chest, squeezing your tits in time with your movements. Every up and down on his shaft means he grabs harder, while he kisses your jaw and throat. Moans and groans fill his apartment, taking up the air in the room.
Gently, one of his hands travels lower, until it finds your wet slit. Lips trembling, you beg for him to touch you. “I need you to touch me, please.”
Light hits his eyes as he looks into yours, sparkling with anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, he drags a single finger through your wetness, collecting it before inserting it into your aching cunt. You audibly groan, begging for more. He seems to understand without you saying anything, adding a second finger inside of you. Kisses pepper your chest in time with his fingers, pumping in and out.
Your senses are overwhelmed by his touch, his smell, his taste. Never in your wildest dreams did you think someone like Javier would hold you like this; handsome, smart, witty, and far too independent to give a woman the time of day. Now he was inside of you, surrounding you.
“Mírame, gatita, estoy justo aquí.”
Something about him speaking Spanish puts you into overdrive. You rut your hips into his hand, finding all of the friction you can. He moves his thumb to your clit, rubbing it while his fingers continue driving into you.
“Unghh, Javi, oh my god, I’m gonna cum,” you cry out, unable to hold back.
“Do it baby, all over my hand.”
That’s all it takes, sending your first orgasm coursing through your body. Sparks fly through your veins, feeling an electric rush like you hadn’t before. Whatever magic Javi had, it worked wonders on you. Large fingers continue working inside of you, meeting your heat as you start to slow down.
“Agent Peña, has anyone ever told you you’re good with your hands?” You sigh out, catching your breath.
“You’re not half bad yourself, baby,” he responds, as your hands find their way back to his swollen, hard cock. At the same time, he removes his fingers from you, moving them to his mouth to taste you.
“My goodness, you taste like heaven.”
All you can do is blush, moving your hands to wrap around his neck. You rest your forehead against his, finding a moment of peace as you hold each other.
“Javi… I’m so scared. Scared about getting hurt, being caught, getting sent home…” “Are you talking about Pablo or about us?” Hesitating, you squeeze your eyes shut, not sure of the answer. “I… I don’t know. I think a little bit of both.”
Plush lips kiss yours so softly you almost don’t realize he’s touched you. He cups your face in his hands as you open your eyes slowly.
“I promise you, I’m going to do to everything in my power to protect you. I won’t let anyone harm a hair on your head, if it’s the last thing I do,” he says sternly, not wavering for a single beat.
Heat takes over your entire face; his intensity forces you to go quiet.
He continues, “I know it seems sudden and I know I’ve been avoidant. I’m just not very good at this kind of thing; the job has been my entire life and it’s prevented any kind of getting to know someone. But you, you understand, you know what this is like, the danger and isolation. Please… please stop me before I keep babbling like an insane person.” “Javi, I do understand. I also never knew you could say more than ten words at a time, it’s very impressive.”
Huffing out a laugh, he pulls you into his chest and whispers in your ear, “baby, I want to hold you the rest of the night, would that be okay?”
“You can, but please can you fuck me first?” You murmur back, nibbling at his earlobe and then his neck.
“Mnhh I thought you’d never ask,” he sighs out before grabbing your hips and turning you to lay on the couch.
Mustache hairs tickle your chest as he moves to once again devour each of your breasts, moving from one to another. Arching you back into him, you feel his cock bump into your mound, as ready for you as you are for it. Wrapping your legs around his waist gives you an even better angle, opening up your soaking pussy for him to feel. Javi moves his mouth to yours, kissing you so deeply you almost forgot about the rest of the world. Almost.
One of his hands moves to rest behind your head, curling into your hair, while the other travels down to your slit, collecting your wetness.
“My god, gatita, all this for me?”
“Mhmm, every last drop is just for you, Javi.” Groaning, he rubs himself a few times, prepping his cock for you. Then he moves the tip to your clit, slowly moving it up and down your entire pussy.
“Are you ready for me, baby? Say the word and we can stop.” Glancing down, you see his cock covered in your slick sit against you. Drool collects on your lips, mesmerized by the sight.
“Yes, Javi, I’m ready. I need to feel you inside of me so bad.” Not waiting a moment longer, he breaches your entrance, feeling you squeeze around him as you adjust to his size. It’s like nothing you’ve felt before, warmth and a sensational kind of sting; it was electric.
“Unhh, give it all to me, please,” you practically beg, knowing he’s being careful.
He finds your eyes, looking for any sign you’ve had enough but you nod in response, egging him on. Throwing caution to the wind, he thrusts into you, finding the spongy spot inside that ignites you. Grabbing one of your legs, he pushes it up and over his shoulder, finding a better angle for both of you. It opens you up, allowing his movements to hit you with even more force. All you can hear is the wet sounds your bodies make and both of your heavy breathing as you attempt to kiss. It’s sloppy but sexy, a combination you didn’t think was possible.
Licking sweat from his neck, you find your way to his throat, feeling his heartbeat. You pepper it with kisses, trying to savor every moment. His hair is slightly damp on the back of his neck where your hands rest, sweat taking over both of you in his stuffy apartment. It doesn’t matter though, as the heat between you two is too stifling to ignore.
His hands move to your back, sitting you up so you’re chest to chest. Adjusting your leg, you then move to lay him on his back, straddling his hips with him still inside of you. You grind your lower half into him, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as you move around.
“Mhmm, cariño you feel so good, holy shit,” you moan out, unable to hold back. You don’t care how loud you are, this is the best you’d ever felt.
“Don’t stop, gatita, you’re doing so good.”
Your tits bounce in time with your hips as you move to find every different sensation he can give you. He watches, eyes half closed as he allows you to find your drive. Then, his hands enclose your chest, squeezing and flicking your nipples as you continue. It’s all too much and not enough at once.
“I’m getting close Javi, please don’t stop.”
Instead, he takes his hands to your face, grabbing your jaw with his giant fingers. Sitting up, he holds you against him, grinding into you just as much as you are him. Then he kisses you with what seems to be fire, igniting your connection and pushing it over the edge.
His thrusts into you start to stutter and he pulls away from your mouth, moaning “come for me, I can’t go much longer.”
It’s like his words have magic powers; that’s all it takes to push you into your second orgasm of the night. You grind against him as it courses through you, embracing the fireworks he’s set alight inside of you. He holds you close, working you through it, his breath coming out in quick puffs as he tries to control his own release. Sliding back, you detach yourself from him, your release covering his cock. Quickly, you move your mouth to the head, hands wrapping around the shaft. Then you look up at him, flicking your tongue around as he looks back at you.
“Aye, gatita, eres tan buena conmigo…” he trails off, his Spanish once again making you tingle. You move your mouth to take him in, trying to fit as much of him as you can before moving up and down. Meanwhile, your hands move to cup his balls, feeling his coarse hair between your fingers.
The eye contact never breaks and that sends him over the edge, spilling into your mouth. Salty white fills your mouth and you savor every last drop. You continue looking up at him, his eyes half shut as he spews curses out of his mouth. Slowly you pull away, a string of spit and cum connecting the two of you. Javi’s hand moves to your mouth, holding your chin, staring into you. Even after all of this, the electric current still hums between the two of you. What happened was so unexpected but it was also everything you hoped it could be.
Finally, you drop your gaze, suddenly feeling exposed. But when you go to get up, Javi loops his hands around your neck, pulling you into him again. You embrace on the couch, allowing the silence to take over. After what feels like hours, you lift your head from his shoulder, finding the words to say how you feel.
“What do I do now? Will I ever get to go back to my apartment? Back to working with Pablo?”
“Tonight you can stay here, I don’t want you out of my sight. Tomorrow, well I’m not sure just yet. I’ll see if I can get in touch with the office to get further instructions. The last thing we want to do is let Pablo know you’re onto him, that could make things worse.” Tears fall from your eyes as his words hit you. It wasn’t so much that you wanted to go back to Pablo but everything you’d worked for hung in the balance; without your intel the investigation would have stalled. The last thing you wanted was for Steve, Javi, and the team to lose their chance to close this out. You were angry, wishing you’d been more careful, though you don’t know where you may have slipped up.
Javi caresses your face, wiping the tears away and gently kissing the stains they’ve left behind. If there’s anyone who understands what this work means, it’s him.
“Hey, it’s okay. Everything is going to be okay, I’m going to make sure of it.” “I don’t want all of this to be a waste, Javi. You and Steve have worked so hard, I don’t want to ruin this for you.” You’re babbling, the words falling faster than you can catch them. “What if you’re found out and this entire case is blown and Pablo goes free and-“ Soft lips interrupt you, pausing your thoughts once more as he kisses you, grabbing your shoulders to steady both of you.
“Gatita, baby, I’m nervous too, but we have to take this one step at a time. Right now it’s just you and me, don’t worry about Pablo or anyone else. Please.” Hands falling, he gets up from the couch, still fully naked. You watch as he slips on his underwear, then grabs the two empty glasses you’d been using and refills them at the bar. He also flips the record over on the player, Los Panchos coming back to life with Corazón de Melon. It’s soft and sweet, lightening the mood.
Javi hands you your second glass of whiskey and you down it in a single gulp, drinking down your emotions that continued to show up this evening. He does the same, setting down the glass on the table next to yours. Searching for your shirt to cover yourself, you find his button up first. Throwing that on, you rise up off the couch, grabbing Javi before he gets too far. You pull him in and sway to the song, embracing the peace you’ve found with each other tonight. He gives in instantly, grabbing you around your waist and holding you against his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, grounding yourself to this moment in time. Hoping it never ends, you close your eyes, dancing around his apartment long after the song ends.
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notes: soooo I really enjoyed writing Javi! I think I want to make this a couple of parts? There’s a lot more I want to explore, let me know if I should continue with this story 💓 also, please let me know any feedback, warnings, or errors I missed!
