First fic - Jared/Damien. Very short, I know, but I will continue if people like the story. Enjoy.

Jared Franklin slowly made his way into the office he shared with his best friend, Peter Bash. He was feeling rougher than usual today. The male had gone a little crazy at last night's Margarita Monday, even by his own standards.

When he stepped inside the large office, he was surprised to find a tall male sat on the edge of his desk and it wasn't his Partner.

"Can I help you with something Karp?" Jared asked, a little drowsily.

"What happened to you?" The older male questioned and Jared glared at the smirk that presented itself on Damien's face. "You look even worse than you normally do."

"What do you want?" The shorter man spat, not in the mood for the banter he usually shared with his colleague.

Once again, Damien didn't answer Jared's question. "Late night?"

"Yeah, with your Mom."

"I highly doubt that." Karp smiled at the younger male's attempt to offend him. "My mother has better taste."

"I swear to god, this is the last time I'm going to ask this question." Jared leaned back against Peter's desk and held his right hand to his head, trying to ease the pain a little. "What do you want, Karp?"

"What makes you think I want something?" Damien was having far too much fun annoying his colleague to stop now. "Maybe I just wanted to chat."

"Well I don't want to chat right now." Jared closed his eyes, blocking out the daylight that was adding to the overall pain of his hangover. "Especially not with you." He added.

"Ouch." Damien held his hand to his heart, showing mock pain. "I'm hurt."

"I'm serious!" He shouted, jumping up from his partner's desk. "What. Do. You. Want?"

Karp watched as Jared staggered a little and brought his hand up to his forehead once again. "Are you okay?"

Jared could have sworn that he heard a hint of concern in the older lawyer's voice. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

Their eyes locked for a moment and Jared had to admit, Damien did look genuinely worried. "Look, if you're not gonna tell me what you want then just leave me alone okay. I have better things to do than argue with you."

"Like what? We both know that you don't do any real lawyer work, so I'm curious, what is it that you have to do?"

"Bite me Karp."

"I'd love to, really, but you know I don't fool around with colleagues."

That comment took Jared off guard. There were very few times that he had ever been rendered speechless, but this was one of those times. "W… What?"

"I said…"

"I heard what you said." Jared interrupted, still trying to process the information. "I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm really not in the mood today."

"Okay." Damien smirked as he stood up straight and headed towards the door. He turned before leaving and glanced at Jared again. "See ya around, Franklin."

The shorter lawyer watched, gob-smacked, as Karp left his office. When had Damien Karp become so… so… irritating, so confident, and so… sexy?