Fandom: NCIS: New Orleans
Word Count: 444
Pairing: Dwayne/Hamilton
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Which is probably a good think considering the shit I put these characters through sometimes.
Sighing Dwayne dropped the last file on his desk feeling more than a little relieved. He loved what it meant when the team only had to fill out paperwork, but at the same time he had never been more bored. The world wasn't meant to be boring.
Dark eyes darted around the office as he climbed out of his seat. Everyone else had left hours ago and he probably should have done that as well. At least he had gotten a little more done before he had called it quits.
He had barely rolled his chair under the desk when the sound of someone grunting came followed closely by a bang. Knowing that it could only mean that someone had fallen Dwayne moved quickly to the door looking to help.
He was barely out of the door when he came to a full stop. He really should have expected something like this to happen, but a small part of him had hoped that it would be different now that they were adults. At least that's what he was going to tell himself.
"Douglas," Dwayne muttered to himself coming to kneel next to the man, "What are you doing?"
"Wouldn't I like to know," the man in question offered lifting his head his eyes filled with more sadness than the agent had seen in awhile, "Hello, Dwayne."
"You're drunk."
"I wish."
"You smell like bourbon."
"Well, I was planning on getting drunk and roaming, but apparently the mayor isn't allowed to do that."
"Then why do you..."
"Smell like bourbon? I threw the bottle at the wall and got showered in it. Barely got a drink in."
Nodding his head a voice in Dwayne's head yelled at him to leave well enough alone. The man was perfectly fine. All he had to do was stand up and than he'd go home. Even as he thought that though he offered his hand helping him to his feet.
An all too familiar electricity shot through his body as the man took his hand. Dwayne went to pull away only to have the hand tighten on his. Swallowing roughly he looked down at their entwined hands before looking up at the older man.
"Douglas," Dwayne said hating how breathless he sounded.
"Dwayne," the mayor replied taking a step closer so they were pressed together.
The agent opened his mouth to say something only to have it cut off by Douglas pressing their lips together. It didn't even occur to Dwayne to pull back as he curled a hand around the back of the man's neck and let himself get lost in something he wished he never had touched.