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Nick Amaro/Rafael Barba

I kinda ship these two, it's cute (:
I also found this on Ao3 so idk how well it's written

ADA Rafael Barba and Detective Nick Amaro don't really get along. One might even argue they don't like each other...or do they? When Nick's been kicked out of his place and shows up on Rafael's doorstep with nowhere else to go, the Councillor figures he'll just have to deal with the man for a few days. But the tension the situation causes stirs up long suppressed feelings in both men; feelings the two of them will not be able to ignore for long.
Notes:

For sirfrederickchilton.
Work Text:

Assistant District Attorney, Rafael Barba carefully moved his electric toothbrush over every single tooth in his mouth. It was part of a meticulous morning primping ritual that he was thoroughly unabashed about. When he was halfway finished brushing his teeth, he heard the doorbell ring. He frowned at himself in the mirror; wondering what someone could possibly want at this early hour. Figuring it must be important; he didn't even bother to leave the toothbrush, just hurried out of the bathroom. The sight at the front door took him aback though and for a moment he only stood staring.

"Good morning to you too, Councillor," came the grumpy words of Detective Nick Amaro. The fact he was carrying two duffle bags was not lost on Barba. Amaro caught his line of sight and said, "It's a long story. Suffice it to say, I didn't have anywhere else to go." He brushed passed Barba and added, "Nice dressing gown."

After a moment, Barba turned to see the Detective setting his bags down on the living room couch. "So, your plan is to stay here?" he asked around the toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "We don't even like each other."

Amaro rolled his eyes. "Look, it'll only be for a few days."

"Fine. Make yourself at home," Barba sassed. He didn't have time for this. "I'll be right back." With that, he disappeared into his bedroom again and tried to rush his routine.

After making Amaro wait for fifteen minutes, he came back into the living room, fully dressed and ready for a day of competition crushing work. He could see the impatient look in the Detective's eyes and it gave him some small measure of satisfaction.

"Are you going to show me to your guest room now?" Amaro asked.

"You can have the couch," Barba answered as he checked himself over one last time in the living room mirror.

"The couch?"

"Yes. The guestroom is in case I have actual guests. You know, the kind I've actually invited."

Amaro worked his jaw in a fit of frustration. "Look. I can find myself a hotel-"

"No, Detective. I imagine if you could have, you would. Things are tight, are they?"

Amaro flashed him a sarcastic smile and covered the distance between them. "You're a piece of work Barba. If you don't want me staying here, just say so."

"Well, you didn't give me much choice, did you? Tell me, Detective, what are you really doing here? Forget to pay the rent? Blew your money somewhere else?"

Suddenly, the two of them were nose to nose. "You have a mouth on you. You know that right?" Amaro growled.

"So I've been told, by plenty before you and I'm sure plenty after you." He waited a moment, but Amaro didn't back off. "Would you like to hit me, Detective? Would it make you feel better?" In an instant, he felt the man's hands on him, pushing him back against the wall. "Hey! Not the suit!" As his back hit the wall, he fully expected to be going to work with a black eye, but what happened instead made him gasp in surprise. Instead of a fist, he felt Amaro's lips press against his; rough and hungry.