Justin & Quentin
Waking up next to a man he had respected and affected for several months was the only thing Justin Hammer had really longed for lately. He laughed to himself as he looked in the mirror and looked at his ashen-gray face and dark bags under his eyes. He wish he didn't sleep just because he had a lot of work to do. He did not sleep mainly because his mind was too crowded. Too crowded with nonsense, naivety, and romantic ideas that would rather fit into the brain of any teenage girl.
Justin Hammer was in love.
In love with a man who was something like his superior. In love with a man, he could only dream of. In love with a man who was definitely heterosexual.
Justin Hammer asked himself if this was to be any retribution for all the deeds he had done. Because in that case, God really had a perverted sense of humor.
He lay in bed, a cold winter breeze blowing down the window through his window. It was early morning, and the first rays of the waking sun began to peek through the curtains. Hammer groaned and rolled to his side, his back to the window. And then he felt a tender kiss on his lips.
"Good morning," the man beside him whispered, forcing Justin to open his eyes and squint at him. Quentin Beck lay beside him, smiling briskly at him and watching him wake up. His brown hair was a little disheveled and his face was glistening with a few days of stubble that Hammer had always liked about him, though he looked much younger with a shaved face.
"Morning. How come you are awake?" He asked sleepily and smiled contentedly as he felt Quentin's strong arms wrap around his body. Beck pulled him closer to his embrace and Hammer pressed against his naked hot chest. Today they both had time off, and although Justin was relatively always a morning bird, today he wanted nothing more than to crunch in his loved one's arms and ideally not to get out of bed.
"I guess I couldn't sleep anymore," Quentin whispered, stroking his smooth face with his fingers. Justin squinted at him, regretting not taking his glasses off the nightstand. He wanted to really enjoy the sight of the waking Quentin. He blinked like an owl, trying to focus on him.
"You're cute," Quentin said, smiling. "I mean, you're cute, especially when you're trying to look important and take overall command at work. But now, now you're even cuter. Without those glasses... you look different. More vulnerable. Innocent."
"Innocent," Justin chuckled, trying to disguise his embarrassment, though he knew he wasn't doing very well. "Stop it or I'll blush."
"I probably wouldn't stand that," Quentin joked, kissing him again on the lips. Justin couldn't help but smile. In fact, he smiled every time Beck was around. Somehow he couldn't help it. "What's our daily schedule?" he wondered as they pulled away, and Hammer finally reached for his glasses to look at him, too. Beck laughed at him, combing his soft brown hair with his fingers.
"Nothing," Hammer told him. "So we can stay in bed all day."
"Hmm, I like that," Beck said contentedly, pressing the man's hot body to him. "It's a shame it won't be with breakfast in bed. We should get a robot or something."
"Breakfast will wait, won't it?" Justin said innocently, turning in one smooth motion and trapping Quentin beneath him. "I missed this. I missed you, Q. Finally, we only have time for ourselves again."
Quentin smiled and took his face in his hands. "Finally. I promise I'm not going anywhere now."
Hammer opened his eyes and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He grinned at himself and shook his head. A foolish, foolish man he was. All he had to do was run to crazy imagines that would never happen, that didn't even stand a chance. Only by escaping to his naive dreams did he actually survive all this crazy time. Because otherwise... otherwise he would probably go crazy.
Wrapped in a gray fluffy robe, he left the bathroom and crept wearily into the kitchen, where he poured hot water over a cup of coffee. He moved with it to a small table that was lined with all the things he had brought from work for the holidays so that he could continue the project. What else could he do?
He opened the laptop and waited for it to load. Meanwhile, his eyes fell on one of the things he had taken in secret, and Liv probably had no idea about it. He didn't know what he was going to do with the thing, but it was like a material memory for him. The thing that belonged to Quentin.
He grabbed it thoughtlessly. It was a small projector of very advanced technology. Beck used it mainly for his illusions. Hammer smiled at the left corner and pressed a button. Quentin Beck appeared in front of him, so real and alive, that Hammer's throat tightened. Quentin smiled foxily at him, as he usually did.
"You have to wonder how naive I am, don't you?" He chuckled bitterly, then frowned, looking at the too beautiful illusion in front of him. "Because we all know there are no happy endings."