Impractical Jokers: [Joker]x[Joker] Collection

It's a Good Idea! (Joe/Q)

      Sal and Murr challenges are often fun to put together, particularly when they get to come together and brainstorm ideas that will pull them apart, turning them on each other before setting themselves up for failure. Their dynamic is so easy to create an enemy-ship out of that Q nor Joe are worried about securing a win.

"Man, that's evil," Q says with a grin as Joe poses his latest idea. "Sal will not be happy with water being spat at him. From Murray no less."

Gatto clasps his hands, shifts along the couch to bump knees with the other man whilst leaning over a large pile of paper (believe them when they say they have multiple ideas in writing for punishments and challenges) and pointing to the letters that spell out his most recent ploy. "Been sittin' on that one for a while, bud."

The gears in Q's head begin to work. What is a good way to deter Sal - the one easiest to manipulate - from going through with the challenges given? He dislikes Murray's method of operation, doesn't mix well with his cunning ideologies, and that makes it easier to conspire against him. It hits him like a brick to the head: have Murray get close to him.

"What about..." Q starts, turning his head to look at his friend. There's a moment of silence in which eyes lock, deep brown on deep blue, and it's encompassing. Brian forces himself to continue with a heavier exhalation than usual. "...what about something borderline gay?"

Joe raises a brow, fingers steepling in front of his lips. "...I'm listenin'..."

"Well, we can just make it super weird. Unwanted physical contact. Just have to find a way to make it funny as well as awkward for them to do."

It's clear the other man is thinking about it, eyes shifting to stare at his knees as his brow furrows somewhat with concentration. This, though not their usual style, could prove to be a success providing that both Sal and Murr play right into their hands. The two men mull it over, thoughts fizzling like electricity before Joe suddenly puts a hand on his thigh and looks him square in the face.

Unsure what to do, to say, Q slowly turns his head to regard the other Joker before mumbling: "...is that your hand on my leg?"

A moment of quiet before: "Yep."

Silence. And slowly but surely, Brian begins to feel a pang of heat crawling up the back of his neck. He's touched Joe a lot in their time as friends: patting him on the arms, embracing him (whether cameras were rolling or not), kissing his cheek– but touch like this has his mind flitting to places it shouldn't. The gentle caresses of a lover rather than the encouraging pats of a friend; the tender kisses of a boyfriend rather than the playful punches of a brother. Q swallows hard,, brow furrowing... before cheeks puff and his hand reaches out to touch Joe's leg in the same fashion.

He notices the smirk on his face, the attractive twitch of his lips and instantly wants to knock it off of him. Q is unsure whether he wants to wring his neck or kiss it.

"...what're you doing there, pal?" he murmurs, meeting Gatto's eyes with a rush of heat to his stomach when that tantalising blue meets his. A beat passes, then another... and suddenly Joe's laughing hard and the atmosphere has been broken. Hand is removed from his thigh as he claps.

"I don't think your 'gay' thing is gonna work. If our exchange is anythin' to go by, it's gonna suck."

Blinking to clear the fuzz from his mind, Q clears his throat. So it had been a test. An experiment. He should've known better. But in that closing subject, he feels the desire to prove the validity of his idea if it's done right, if only for the sake of indignation. Sharply, Q looks at him.

"That's because you're doing it wrong. Stand up."

Joe eyes him with an amount of skepticism... before his eyes roll and he's up on his feet. Brian's foot nudges the back of his shin, ushers him further against the table as he's told to collect a wad of paper from it. As Gatto does as he's told, Q stands up, rolls his shoulders and then presses against his back. The stiffen of his friend provides him with an amount of glee.

Making sure his breath grazes his ear, he speaks: "We'll tell Sal to read some of the stats for murder, then have Murray press in tight behind him. Tell him to carry on or he loses. Out of indignation, he probably will–" Q pauses, letting a hand shift to stroke at Joe's thigh. The other man immediately squirms, hands holding the papers quivering the slightest bit. "Sal'll get uncomfortable, try to worm his way out. It's easy from there: just have Murr turn his head–" Another pause as Q tilts his head against Joe's shoulder, warm breath fanning against his neck. Joe is grateful that the bearded man doesn't hear him swallow hard. "–and breathe on him. And he'll crack, I guarantee. To see him squirming like that will be miles funny enough.."

For the longest time (or so it feels), the pair remain like that and Q dares to edge slightly closer to the soft looking skin of his friend's neck. He feels so good, that he can't deny, nerves having him firm against his body, hand filtering heat even through his denim jeans. Mouth is suddenly by his ear, fingers splaying and squeezing Gatto's thigh.

"I think that'll work quite well," Q rasps. "...don't you?"

"Y–Yeah, whatever..." Joe mumbles, eyes fighting to remain open as Q's voice washes over him like silk does naked flesh. It evokes a shiver, though he represses it the best he can. It's then that he finds the strength to shift, turning around and looking Q dead in the eye; Brian tries not to take delight in the slight spatter of red on Joe's face. "It's almost like ya want 'em to be gay. That kind'a treatment'll turn 'em, I'm tellin' ya.

Q grins, amused by his friend's light quip. Double meaning in tact, eyes burning. "Nah. I just don't wanna get punished."