Smut/Kink – Uniformen (Für's Team)
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120_minutenTitel: The File
Team: Machine
Challenge: Smut/Kink – Uniformen (Für's Team)
Fandom: Narcos
Charactere: Javier Peña, Horacio Carrillo, Steve Murphy
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 950
Kommentar: Ich schreibe ein Drabble, sagte sie… hier, habt nochmal thirsty Javi.
Javi wasn’t staring.
The File
Javi wasn’t staring.
He was leaning as far back in his chair as possible without falling over, with his legs crossed on his desk and a case file in his hand that he was idly flipping through. His other hand was turning a pen between his fingers that he occasionally tapped against his mouth in thought.
And he wasn’t staring.
Only it was hard to focus on the file he was supposed to read with the view that was in front of him. Just a couple of feet away, Colonel Carrillo was talking to one of his men. He was leaning on a desk, and the position pulled his uniform even tighter than usual in all the right places. Javi peered over the top of the folder and ran his eyes all the way from the snug sleeves around his biceps to the way the trousers hugged his backside.
Seriously, who tailored this man’s clothing? Did Juliana know what she was doing to the world? Did he? He’d seen the man out of office plenty of times and his polo shirts weren’t sitting any looser, but there was a thing about uniforms that Javi had never quite been able to shake, and this job had made it ten times worse.
In front of him, Steve cleared his throat. When Javi turned his head to look at him, he raised an eyebrow at him.
“What?”, Javi asked defensively.
Steve just shook his head, but there was a smile tugging at his lips.
Just a couple of weeks ago, Javi had felt safe in the knowledge that a straight guy like Steve wouldn’t notice homosexuality if it jumped him in the face. But either he had grown a sudden awareness practically overnight, or, rather more likely, Connie had ratted him out.
He felt marginally more at ease at the fact that Steve hadn’t done more than shoot him meaningful looks so far.
Appropriately, he was pulled out of his thoughts by Steve nudging his foot. “Are you done?”
He let the folder sink into his lap. “What?”
“The file. Are you done?”
“You know I’m not done.”
“Well, give it here If you’re not gonna read it.”
“I’m reading it right now.”
“By the time you’re done Escobar will have died of old age.”
Javi flipped him off, but Steve just grinned at him. Then he folded his long body out of the chair, “I’m gonna get another coffee. You better be done when I get back.”
Javi watched his retreating back until it disappeared around a corner. “You can’t even read this, this is in Spanish, asshole”, he muttered to himself.
He was trying to focus, he really was. But the police officer who had written this report was of the longwinded sort, and inevitably his gaze was dragged back to more interesting prospects.
Carrillo was no longer leaning on the desk, but the way he crossed his arms in front of his chest did nothing to deter Javi’s interest. If anything, it highlighted the strength of his shoulders and the broadness of his back. Carrillo wasn’t a tall man, but standing like this he could manage to intimidate men way above his height. Javi had seen it happen.
He couldn’t make out what they were talking about over there over the din of the room, but they were looking at the map of Medellín that was pinned to a board at the wall and covered in pins of all colors. Planning the movements of the next patrols, he supposed. Marking spotters, stakeouts, the places of past raids. Taking back the city from the cartels one street at a time.
Carrillo’s face was serious as he talked, and he did that thing where he pulled at his bottom lip with his teeth when he thought no one was looking. Javi found it strangely endearing.
Just when he vowed to finally turn his attention back to work, Carrillo looked over his shoulder and met his gaze. “You got something to add?”, he called out.
Javi successfully fought the urge to hide behind the folder. Carrillo’s chin was raised in a challenge, and even from a distance Javi thought he could see the way his dark eyes glittered.
He supposed it was a good thing for a Colombian police officer to have eyes in the back of his head.
“Yeah, sure.” He managed to untangle his legs and push himself out of the chair without falling. It took him a moment of staring at the map to figure out what he was looking at. All that time, he could feel Carrillo’s gaze on him by the prickling of his skin.
“I’d put that roadblock over there”, he finally said, pointing out a spot on the map.
For a moment Carrillo regarded him impassively, tilting his head slightly. Then he said: “Sure, why not”, and leaned past him to move a yellow pin. He was so close to him that he could smell the mix of smoke and Cologne that was clinging to the other man’s skin.
When he stepped back, he settled with his back against the desk. Javi watched as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one with slow, practiced movements. Finally, he blew out the smoke of the first drag and met Javi’s eyes. “So, what do you think?” There was the slightest hint of a smile around the corners of his mouth.
“I think it’s a good plan”, Javi said hoarsely.
When Steve walked past them with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, Javi handed him the unread file without a word and didn’t even register the way he rolled his eyes at him.
Team: Machine
Challenge: Smut/Kink – Uniformen (Für's Team)
Fandom: Narcos
Charactere: Javier Peña, Horacio Carrillo, Steve Murphy
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 950
Kommentar: Ich schreibe ein Drabble, sagte sie… hier, habt nochmal thirsty Javi.
Javi wasn’t staring.
The File
Javi wasn’t staring.
He was leaning as far back in his chair as possible without falling over, with his legs crossed on his desk and a case file in his hand that he was idly flipping through. His other hand was turning a pen between his fingers that he occasionally tapped against his mouth in thought.
And he wasn’t staring.
Only it was hard to focus on the file he was supposed to read with the view that was in front of him. Just a couple of feet away, Colonel Carrillo was talking to one of his men. He was leaning on a desk, and the position pulled his uniform even tighter than usual in all the right places. Javi peered over the top of the folder and ran his eyes all the way from the snug sleeves around his biceps to the way the trousers hugged his backside.
Seriously, who tailored this man’s clothing? Did Juliana know what she was doing to the world? Did he? He’d seen the man out of office plenty of times and his polo shirts weren’t sitting any looser, but there was a thing about uniforms that Javi had never quite been able to shake, and this job had made it ten times worse.
In front of him, Steve cleared his throat. When Javi turned his head to look at him, he raised an eyebrow at him.
“What?”, Javi asked defensively.
Steve just shook his head, but there was a smile tugging at his lips.
Just a couple of weeks ago, Javi had felt safe in the knowledge that a straight guy like Steve wouldn’t notice homosexuality if it jumped him in the face. But either he had grown a sudden awareness practically overnight, or, rather more likely, Connie had ratted him out.
He felt marginally more at ease at the fact that Steve hadn’t done more than shoot him meaningful looks so far.
Appropriately, he was pulled out of his thoughts by Steve nudging his foot. “Are you done?”
He let the folder sink into his lap. “What?”
“The file. Are you done?”
“You know I’m not done.”
“Well, give it here If you’re not gonna read it.”
“I’m reading it right now.”
“By the time you’re done Escobar will have died of old age.”
Javi flipped him off, but Steve just grinned at him. Then he folded his long body out of the chair, “I’m gonna get another coffee. You better be done when I get back.”
Javi watched his retreating back until it disappeared around a corner. “You can’t even read this, this is in Spanish, asshole”, he muttered to himself.
He was trying to focus, he really was. But the police officer who had written this report was of the longwinded sort, and inevitably his gaze was dragged back to more interesting prospects.
Carrillo was no longer leaning on the desk, but the way he crossed his arms in front of his chest did nothing to deter Javi’s interest. If anything, it highlighted the strength of his shoulders and the broadness of his back. Carrillo wasn’t a tall man, but standing like this he could manage to intimidate men way above his height. Javi had seen it happen.
He couldn’t make out what they were talking about over there over the din of the room, but they were looking at the map of Medellín that was pinned to a board at the wall and covered in pins of all colors. Planning the movements of the next patrols, he supposed. Marking spotters, stakeouts, the places of past raids. Taking back the city from the cartels one street at a time.
Carrillo’s face was serious as he talked, and he did that thing where he pulled at his bottom lip with his teeth when he thought no one was looking. Javi found it strangely endearing.
Just when he vowed to finally turn his attention back to work, Carrillo looked over his shoulder and met his gaze. “You got something to add?”, he called out.
Javi successfully fought the urge to hide behind the folder. Carrillo’s chin was raised in a challenge, and even from a distance Javi thought he could see the way his dark eyes glittered.
He supposed it was a good thing for a Colombian police officer to have eyes in the back of his head.
“Yeah, sure.” He managed to untangle his legs and push himself out of the chair without falling. It took him a moment of staring at the map to figure out what he was looking at. All that time, he could feel Carrillo’s gaze on him by the prickling of his skin.
“I’d put that roadblock over there”, he finally said, pointing out a spot on the map.
For a moment Carrillo regarded him impassively, tilting his head slightly. Then he said: “Sure, why not”, and leaned past him to move a yellow pin. He was so close to him that he could smell the mix of smoke and Cologne that was clinging to the other man’s skin.
When he stepped back, he settled with his back against the desk. Javi watched as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one with slow, practiced movements. Finally, he blew out the smoke of the first drag and met Javi’s eyes. “So, what do you think?” There was the slightest hint of a smile around the corners of his mouth.
“I think it’s a good plan”, Javi said hoarsely.
When Steve walked past them with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, Javi handed him the unread file without a word and didn’t even register the way he rolled his eyes at him.
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Date: 2023-09-26 07:06 am (UTC)and his polo shirts weren’t sitting any looser
Love that! <3
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Date: 2023-10-04 05:49 pm (UTC)Steve hat mir sehr viel Spaß gemacht hier.