Trigger warnings: Slight body insecurity; Elias is a douche
Note: this is inspired by my friend @squishisquashi's comic which you can find here! Go show her some love bc this is basically for her lol
There wasn't a specific dress code at the Archives, especially considering how often it would be that someone wouldn't go home for a few days. That being said, Martin didn't usually wear anything outside of a semi-professional shirt and slacks. He already had enough insecurities on the best days, no point in adding onto that if he could avoid it.
Today, though, he took a long, hard look at the new strawberry patterned crop top that Tim had gotten him for his recently passing birthday. It was meant to be a gag gift, one that he could wear around the house for a "special someone", as Tim so graciously put it. Martin genuinely liked the crop top. Sure, he was terrified to wear the damn thing in public but...it was just his friends at the office. And they wouldn't make fun of him, right? It's not like Elias would be in today; everything would be fine and Martin could wear the strawberry crop top like the local sexy legend that he is.
Thus, with the extra kisses and encouraging words from Jon, they ventured to the office together.
Just as he had anticipated, everyone complimented him on the new attire. Sasha said it was lovely and the color looked great on him. Tim, bless his heart, was a stuttering mess at first, not having expected Martin to have worn the gift before composing himself and playfully flirting in true Tim fashion.
It wasn't until midday, when an unwelcome guest made an appearance in the office.
"That outfit is a little bit... inappropriate for work, no?" came the sharp tone of Elias' voice. It caused Martin's heart to immediately drop as he watched his superior's figure promptly disappear into a different room after the comment.
Flushed with embarrassment and swallowing down a desire to disappear in thin air, Martin took a deep breath and gathered the backup jumper he had brought from his bag to go change.
After collecting himself, he returned to his desk, now in a nice beige jumper that can't be mistaken as inappropriate. Thankfully, if anyone had noticed his change of clothing, they didn't mention it.
"Where's your crop top?" asked Jon, suddenly popping up behind him. Martin tensed up in surprise slightly before relaxing as his boyfriend's hand made it's way to his shoulder, squeezing slightly in as affectionate of a gesture as Jon would give while in the office.
"Oh, I took it off. Elias said it was 'inappropriate'," Martin responded, trying to be nonchalant by not looking up from his laptop. He knew that, if he did, he wouldn't be able to handle the slight disappointment that would most likely appear in Jon's gaze, even if it wasn't directed at him.
"He said that..." muttered Jon, nodding slightly as he gave Martin's shoulder another squeeze before walking off in the general direction that Elias did previously.
It wasn't for a few seconds until Martin put two and two together and promptly looked up, eyes wide as he hunches over the desk to try and get a better glimpse of his boyfriend before he disappeared behind the door.
"Wait, Jon, where are you going?" he asked.
Jon, whether he actually heard the question or not, didn't respond, closing the door behind him. Martin continued to look at the door for a minute, as if waiting for an explosion to happen.
Rather than an explosion, he was greeted with the comical sounds of a certain someone getting the shit beat out of him. It lasted for a few minutes until suddenly stopping, Jon walking out of the room a second later with a satisfied smile.
Martin, eyes still wide with a feeling of almost fear (and a strange twinge of arousal that he refused to dig further into, leaving it to the dark recesses of his mind instead), stared at Jon as he walked behind him once more. Jon wrapped his arms around Martin from behind, leaning down to rest his head atop Martin's with an uncharacteristic grin.
"You can put it back on now, Martin~" Jon said in a softer tone usually reserved for the late night talks they'd have.
"What did you do?" asked Martin, bringing a hand up to rest on one of Jon's.
Alas, his boyfriend merely pressed a chaste kiss to the top of his head, squeezing his waist before walking away. At the very least, Elias knew to not comment on Martin or his choice of clothing ever again.
YO! Thank u so much to my frined em for writing this very nice comfort fic of some good old Jartin content based on my comic! It's very cute I suggest u guys read it...
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