Prompt 84: He
"Who the hell was that?" A dark scowl met the younger man as he took his seat next to his lover in the booth at the back of the bar.
"Who was who?" Slightly breathless, he smiled genuine innocence at the older man.
"Don't fuck with me, Spencer. You don't usually chat up guys at bars. In fact, I usually have to drag your ass out of your little hideaway booth. Who – was – that?"
"Oh, him? Turns out he lives in the same building as me. His name's Jimmy and he works for the navy. Well, not really. He's just an intern, he assists the medical examiner for the Navy Criminal Investigative Service, you know NCIS, and he's getting his PhD in medicine. We were talk-"
"Whoa, whoa, back up. You live in the same building, and he just happened to recognize you? When are you ever even in your building?"
"What do you mean? He remembered me because he heard rumors about me. Wanted to meet me."
"So…what? He followed you here?"
"No, of course not. It was completely coincidental. He…. Morgan, are you jealous?" Not quite smirking, but definitely amused.
"Don't be an idiot. I'm not jealous, just concerned."
"Concerned that some other guy might be making a move on your man?" Heading for full out laughter now.
"No, concerned that he might be stalking you."
"And people say I'm a bad liar."
"Hey." A hand on his bony wrist; the intensity wipes the grin off his face. "Hear me now, I ain't jealous. I'm just looking out for you."
"Okay, yeah sure. I get that." The smirk comes back. "Of course, I can think of several ways to make you believe that I really am devoted to you and only you."
Torn between denial and intrigue. "Oh? Not that I need the assurance, but what did you have in mind?"
When Jimmy next glances in their direction, they're nowhere to be seen.