Take My Breath (KShaw)

Chapter 23

"I think I liked it better when all you watched was sports," Harry grumbles. JJ shushes him. "The chick with the dragon eggs is talking. She's my favourite." Introducing JJ to Game of Thrones was, apparently, a bad idea. All he's done the last three days is marathon episode after episode, after borrowing the first season box set off the guy across the hall. And they're not the only ones, apparently, because the entire common room is full of people, some piled onto the floor, some piled onto the couch next to them, all of them avidly watching the screen.

"Fucking Christ," Harry mutters. "Baby." JJ pulls him in closer, lips finding Harry's forehead easily. "I love you, you know I do. But if you don't shut up-" Harry grins, tilting his head up, and JJ's focus leaves the show for the first time in what feels like days. "What if I don't?" he whispers. JJ's gaze darkens, eyes narrowing slightly. Harry smirks at him, knowing he's won before JJ's even realized it. And then, next thing he knows, JJ's standing up, stomping past people spread out on the floor.

Harry hurries after him, but JJ ignores him all the way back to their room. Until they're inside it, and then he pushes Harry up against the door, lips going to his neck instantly. "One episode," he growls. "You were the one who wanted me to watch it in the first place!" "Yeah, but I didn't- I didn't expect you to- Fuck, I can't think when you do that, you know that," Harry groans. "But I didn't want you to ignore me. I didn't think you'd even like it!"

"I watched it for you!" JJ pushes up Harry's shirt, and Harry lifts his arms to get it off. "I can't believe we're really arguing about this right now." "I've already seen them all, like, six times," Harry says. "I was bored." "I can't watch it and entertain you at the same time," JJ points out, hands dropping to Harry's pants, now. "God, you're needy, you know that?" "Don't call me needy," Harry snaps, annoyance slipping into his tone. "I'm not needy." "Really fucking needy," JJ says, nipping at his collarbone.

"Fuck you," Harry says, hands fisting in JJ's hair to keep him there. "Mhm," JJ agrees. "Desk?" "Yeah. But don't push all my shit onto the floor this time." JJ picks him up easily, and Harry automatically wraps his arms and legs around JJ to keep himself up. "What do you want me to do, then?" JJ demands. "Neatly put everything away before I fuck you?" Before Harry can answer that, JJ smirks and brushes his arm over the desk, knocking everything to the ground, including an empty coffee cup, pencils, pens, a notebook, and a half eaten chocolate bar. "Oops."

"You're cleaning that later," Harry says, just before his back hits the top of the desk a little roughly. JJ kisses him to make up for it. "Or so help me-" JJ kisses him to shut him up, but later, when they're done and he's caught his breath again, they'll revisit this conversation. And maybe have a new one about not trashing the room just to have sex, since Harry is somehow always the one cleaning it up afterwards.

JJ's lips move off his, down Harry's chest slowly. "If I blow you first, do I still have to clean it up?" Harry debates that for a moment. "No," he decides. JJ grins, tugging down Harry's pants easily, his boxers following almost immediately. And then he pulls Harry's legs up so they're over his shoulders, since he has nowhere else to put them, really, unless he lets them dangle uncomfortably off the desk. And there's no way Harry's ever going to be able to study at this desk again, because he knows that he'll not be able to think of anything else but this every time he sits here.

"Love you," JJ mumbles against his thigh. Harry grins, reaching down to tangle a hand in JJ's hair. "Stop talking."

******

Take my breath away
And make it last forever, babe
Do it now or never, babe
Take my breath away
Nobody does it better, babe
Bring me close to heaven, babe
Take my breath

THE END