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Okay, fine, maybe Guy did want to have a go at Mister Terrific, what about it? He’d known from the moment he’d first walked through that door that Terrific was a fine piece of premium grade ass. Guy had eyes, for God's sake.
Didn’t mean he had to do anything about it. Guy was perfectly happy to keep to himself and ogle his ass from a comfortable distance. Just another perk of the job. Besides, when Guy did end up spending some time with him, he quickly learnt what kind of person he was, and it was not the type that was an easy swing, that was for sure.
No, Terrific was not casual. He was curt and serious and almost certainly thought little of Guy. He’d seen the type before. He’d scored with that type before. Any eagerness or desperation had them looking down on you in a way that you couldn’t come back from.
So, no, Guy didn’t care if he got caught staring at his ass. But like hell would he ever make a move on him either.
No, with types like this, you had to sit back and let them come to you.
Guy knew exactly what he had to offer. Getting Terrific on him would only be a matter of time.
Michael stood in front of Guy, glowering down at him.
“You aren’t subtle.”
Yeah, Guy already knew that. “’bout what?”
“The staring.”
Guy shrugged, shifting in place on the sofa. “Yeah, well, maybe next time the TV station could send an interviewer who doesn’t have tits the size of—”
“Not her.” Terrific interrupted. “Me.”
Guy paused, and made a show of checking Terrific out, up and down. He had finally come around and made the first move. Just like Guy had been waiting for.
“And?” He answered flippantly.
Terrific's stare was harsh. Piercing.
Guy couldn’t care any less. (Show any sign of weakness here, and this type would never respect you, ever.)
“What can I say, you have a fantastic ass.” He continued. “Terrific, even.”
His expression didn’t even twitch at the bad joke. “We are colleagues.”
“I am aware.”
“We have a reputation to uphold.”
“Yours, you mean.” Guy clarified. “Everybody already knows exactly who I am, and apparently I’m the kind of person who would stare at your ass in public. Go figure.”
“Lantern.”
“What’s the problem?” Guy cut him off. “Because I still haven’t heard it.”
Michael pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something that sounded a lot like ‘fucking hell...’
“I’m not interested.” He said in a decisive, exasperated tone.
Guy brushed it off. “Well, that’s great to know.” Guy made it obvious he had no intention of changing how he acted.
Terrific went quiet, assessing the man in front of him. If he thought Guy would crack now, he was dead wrong.
His next words were spoken low and slow.
“What do I have to do to get it through that thick skull of yours?”
Guy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. There, now he was really getting to him. “That’s no way to talk to your team leader, now, is it?”
Terrific grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing his head to crane up and look at him. Terrific towered over him, but had no real power in this conversation at all. Not yet, at least. He was still wrestling it from Guy.
“Lantern.” He repeated it like a threat.
Oh, Terrific made it too easy for him. “You like saying my name, don’t you, T?”
Terrific let go of his hair and socked him in the face.
Then, before the pain had begun to fade, Terrific gripped him by the shirt and pulled him up into a rough kiss, clearly worked up from the whole back and forth.
There it was, just like he thought. Guy always knew how to get what he wanted.
He smiled into the kiss, savouring his victory, wrapping his arms around Terrific’s waist. He finally put his hands on that sweet, sweet ass.
Terrific shoved him back against the sofa, pushing his hands away with a scowl.
“Hands to yourself, Lantern.”
Guy obeyed, holding his hands up and away. “Yessir.”
And Terrific climbed onto the sofa and into his lap, kissing him some more.
Oh, yeah. Now this was the good shit.