Warning: Slash. My first attempt.
Closets & Cell Phones
"You're an idiot," were the first words out of Grant's mouth. Zach sighed, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. What did he do to deserve this torture?
"Look," he began, "I didn't know the Director installed those locks. I just got back from Canada yesterday, alright?" They'd walked into the supply closet to get some more paper for the printer and whoosh! The door shut behind them. Two minutes alone in a closet with Grant Newman, and anyone would be clawing their ears off. The testosterone level was climbing with every huffed breath and indignant stare - tensions were running high - closet space was diminishing…
Grant's eyes smoldered. Even though the light was dim and Zach wasn't facing him, he knew. Wait a second - "Grant, get your paws off my chest."
A long pause. The two hands that had been inching up Zach's body disappeared. "I'm not touching your chest," Grant mumbled, facing away. Zach's sudden urge to slap him over the head and/or hug him from behind was barely contained. Instead, he heaved a sigh and pulled out his cell phone.
"Since we're obviously not man enough to break out of here, I'm calling Cammie," Zach announced, punching in her number (it totally wasn't on speed-dial). Unfortunately, Grant had chosen that moment to accidentally back into the shelves behind them, causing a thick binder to fall and knock the phone out of Zach's hand.
"Grant, you imbecile - ow - where did it go?" Zach asked, rubbing his hand. Grant shrugged sheepishly, and they both bent over to search the floor. Thanks to the very small quarters they were shoved into, their heads knocked together with an audible crack.
After a long stream of cuss words: "I hate you, Grant."
His hands were back on Zach's chest. They'd fallen and he'd landed on top of his CIA partner - whom he could hardly see in the light. He was gripped with the sudden urge to tell Zach the truth. After all, nothing else could possibly go wrong; he was locked in a closet with Zachary Goode. "Dude, I'm gay."
After an insanely long period of awkward silence, Zach said, "Me too."
So Grant kissed him.
Neither one of them remembered the phone, lying abandoned on the floor, with an open-mouthed Cammie listening to every word.