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‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’

Being called ‘sweetie’ has Johnny’s ears pink as his hands fiddle with one another. He’s never been very good at accepting pet-names; never thought himself deserving of them and it’s hard to do anything but short-circuit whenever this man speaks them. Out of his mouth, they sound normal. Out of his mouth, they sound sweet.

“S-Sorry.” It’s small. Johnny’s voice usually is. It’s his second apology within a matter of minutes, the first being a promise that he hasn’t been avoiding the other man. Things were just ... busy. A little hectic, even.The fact was that Johnny had been hoping to catch sight of him. To have a chance to speak with him, even if it was brief. It’s a shame that the first thing he does is apologize --- that he fumbles over his words and stutters like a fool. He’s nervous. Anxious. He’s not good at this, but he wants to be.

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Obviously, some part of Hardison’s brain had known that it would lead to this. He was, after all, the one who’d made the split-second decision to pretend to be with Napoleon. With-with Napoleon. But some other part of it must have thought maybe it wouldn’t get this far, that they would have to kiss a little maybe but they could drop it once they were behind closed doors.

Based on the people who tailed them all the way to the hotel, realized it was a futile hope. He swallowed with an audible gulp as Napolion undressed, his skin feeling staticky with nervous energy. There was still a chance they weren’t being watched from within the room. It wasn’t really a chance they could explore without breaking their cover.

He hoped his apprehension was coming across more like shaky anticipation than fear. He was better at acting now, with all those tips from Sophie, though in Eliot and Parker’s opinion he still over-sold it sometimes. He rallied his nerves and said something saucy about Solo’s tongue. Napoleon was, of course, not only unfazed but...enjoying it? That little butthead was enjoying it.

Hardison couldn’t exactly say he was surprised. He’d known him for a mere few hours, running into him as they ran into an interesting little snag in the job, but it already seemed completely in character of him to be enjoying pretending to seduce Hardison.

Well. He said ‘pretending.’ The love bites along his collar area were definitely real. Hardison made a noise, tried to make it sound like an eager moan, but couldn’t help pushing Napoleon’s fingers away from opening his pants. “Please,” he said, flashing him a wide-eyed look that was all actual IRL Alec Hardison, “can we take it slow? I...like it slow.”

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🙋 + Solo (fukkin fite me slat)

what do u even want me to say u hoor jfc. he thinks he’s a self-centered jerk who thinks he knows it all but is utterly lost half the time, especially when it comes to life behind the iron curtain. he knows what the allies told him, what they think they’ve seen about how the country operates, and he lets him think it, honestly, because he has so much faith and honour surrounded in his country that he wouldn’t give up their secrets, even the mundane ones.

that being said however, he doesn’t think he could foresee continuing his job without solo by his side. despite the fact that they’d both rather cold clock each other about twenty-seven percent of the time, they work so well together, and they’ve been able to pull off some absolutely miraculous wins. begrudging as he is to admit it, he thinks that though his fashion advice is ludicrous and outdated, his own fashion sense is immaculate. ilya wishes he could dress as sharp as the outlandish american. maybe he tried on one of his suits one night. maybe. maybe it was too short so it looked like an adult trying on a child’s suit, but he did admit that most of it looked better than what he wore.

all in all, romantic or otherwise, he knows for a fact that he’s found, for lack of a better term, his other half, and existing without him even if they were never on another mission again wouldn’t be an existence he wanted.

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