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[my-name-is-not-agent]

The copy machine deserved it.

Taking another breath, Phil shut his eyes tight and let himself lean into the touch, soaking it in like he thought he had to store it up.  “Thank you, Sir,” he whispered again, almost too quiet.

Another shaky breath and a choked off sob, followed by an attempt at a steadying breath and swallowing it back.

[askagentsitwell]

“I’ve got you.” Jasper repeated, more firmly this time.  “I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers curled to the back oh Phil’s neck. “You don’t have to hide.” 

[askagentsitwell]

The copy machine deserved it.

“You’re welcome, and I’ve got you.”  Jasper kept his touches easy and safe.  

[my-name-is-not-agent]

Taking another breath, Phil shut his eyes tight and let himself lean into the touch, soaking it in like he thought he had to store it up.  “Thank you, Sir,” he whispered again, almost too quiet.

Another shaky breath and a choked off sob, followed by an attempt at a steadying breath and swallowing it back.

[askagentsitwell]

Fall Lyrics Clay Walker

[askagentsitwell]

You're warm.

Invade my muse’s personal space! Send “you’re warm” to see my muse’s reaction to yours randomly cuddling up to them.

"Get a little cold?" Jasper smiled softly putting Phil even closer to him and wrapping his arms around him.  "It might help if you were socks you know." He chided lightly. 

[my-name-is-not-agent]

[my-name-is-not-agent]

The copy machine deserved it.

Phil secured the clip and shot the copier in the corner of his office.  The dent was satisfying.  He shot it again, then a third time, three neat holes in the side of the machine that had streaked up files he'd been working on for ages one last time.  Screw it. He'd go to kinkos and charm them into letting him use their machines for free.