Still not friends

By Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Deuteron

Summary: Continuation of 'We're not friends' – say it with me, this will not be a series.

Disclaimer: Covert Affairs is not mine. Did you really think it was?

For once morning light was neither cold, nor grey. It didn't really seem light either but since he could make out shapes growing more distinct there must be light. This place was obscured in velvety blackness when it was night. So morning was near, or perhaps already here.

Next to him, radiating heat was a work of art painted in shades of black and grey like old film noir. The sheet had been kicked down to thigh level. Anderson laid, mostly face down his weight shifted to the hip closest to Jai. The leg furthest away was bent at the knee with the bulk of the sheet bunched under it. This gave a clear, unobstructed view of his shoulders, back and ass. Jai wasn't sure how long he'd been watching as the plains and curves became more visible. It wasn't long enough.

This was the fourth time he had ended up in Anderson's bed. It was embarrassing. Not that anyone knew. Dear God he hoped no one knew. Well, Anderson knew, and had laughed at Jai's Wile-E-Coyote-esk, his words of course, plan to get a repeat of the first time. Before Jai could make even more of a fool of himself, still laughing, Auggie had said, "Just say you want sex, then there's no mixed signals." So that's what he'd done. After the third time, he'd managed to discern that the mystery girlfriend was out of the picture. Of course he hadn't asked, and maybe he should, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. Know if this was just a way to scratch an itch until the next female showed up to stomp all over the bastard's surprisingly tender heart. Not that Jai cared. Not that this was anything more than an itch that needed to be scratched. Whatever this was.

He really didn't want to overthink this. He had a habit of doing that. He knew it wasn't in his best interest to question this, for lack of a better term 'thing'. Questioning it; defining it. Even the thought of defining, naming this seemed unwise. Like names in a fairy tale; naming this, whatever this was, would set it, change it, limit it to whatever name was given. Thinking about it might possibly end it; and if he knew nothing else about this, this, whatever, he knew he couldn't bear for it to end.

"You're staring at me again," Auggie's sleep slurred voice was barely loud enough to be heard.

Jai smiled. He let his fingertips follow the lean lines that his eyes had been drinking in and then, sitting up, languidly followed after with soft kisses. Starting at the base of the spine he moved over to the far hip bone, and back to the shoulder right next to him. He barely felt the muscles beneath his lips tense before he was blanketed by Anderson who nuzzled his neck while chuckling, latched on to Jai's earlobe with an almost gentle nip before tangling their legs and rolling them onto their sides. Knee to knee, cock to cock, chests flush Auggie shared lazy purposeless kisses, while keeping a firm hold on Jai's ass.

This was actually a first. Normally Jai woke to either the sound of the shower, or the coffee maker heralding a need to get back to life, work and the real world. Waking with them both in bed and not having an excuse to dash out of each other's way had the potential to be not only awkward, but painful. But that could wait. Right now, even the smell of this man was intoxicating. Could they just stay like this? Please.