see, i have this thing...when i read a lot of Spades' drabbles, no matter the pairing, i feel this pull to write havoc/fury. so, here it is. -fireun
Cain Fury had a problem.
His problem involved concerned amusement, which always seemed to make him blush. Had to be something in the pleasant, teasing voice. His problem was effortlessly suave, not in the same way as others might be considered suave, but damn, suave none the less. His problem had eyes to die for and adorable spiky hair. His problem smoked enough to make a forest fire envious.
In short, his problem was Jean Havoc.
It wasn't a problem, per se. It was more of a quiet addiction, an addiction to a quirky smile and otherwise intense expressive face. It was an addiction to every little nuance of Jean's character, even the depressive funks the other man sank into every now and then.
Then again those funks presented the perfect opportunity to go and make it all better.
If he was less of the meek little officer, that is.
Cain set his head against the desk with a solid thunk, huffing out a disgusted breath. He really deserved the teasing. He was such a wuss.
"Yo, Cain." Oh ye gods…it had to be Havoc, didn't it? Fury could feel the preemptive blush started, and tried to find a way to push his face further into the nice, smooth wood of his desk. "Hey, Cain…" Great, now there was a concerned hand on his shoulder. Maybe he could absorb some nicotine and gain a backbone that way. Or at least enough energy to be flippant. It seemed to work for Havoc most of the time…
"Sorry." He managed to pull his face from its attempt at camouflage and regard his comrade.
"For what? You look like hell man." Havoc was chewing on the corner of a cig with a certain determination, which would have been amusing had it not chosen that moment to lose its last hold on structural integrity and plop down onto Cain's nose. "Shit. I'm sorry!"
Cain reached up, Jean reached down, and both hands ended up on top of a soggy half of a cigarette on top of Cain's nose. They regarded each other for a moment, and then Cain broke into a snorting sort of chuckle. Awkwardness dispelled by Jean's obvious embarrassment, Cain allowed himself to clench his hand around the other man's for a moment, moving both appendages from his nose so he could reach up and with his free hand and brush away the sad remains of the cigarette.
"Not a problem." Cain grinned.
And this time it was Jean who blushed, albeit only a little.
Late for class, then work, will respond to all the amazing comments later on next drabble!