And you decided whether you saw beauty or destruction

Playing the part

(Spies)

Thisis for "LamsTrashAF" on ao3   

The problem with being partnered with someone who also liked danger was that they both enabled each other. The agency's medic had become well acquaintance with them, to the point where the three were now on friendly terms.

A thing about working with Evan, in particular, was post-mission nerves, the moment they were back on the office he would find an excuse, and go lock himself in the changing room. Connor had learned that there was little to do when he got in that state, nothing Connor tried seemed to help, and he had tried it all, or almost all, there were some methods he was above utilizing on a fellow agent.

This mission was different though, and that meant the routine they had slowly built was broken. It was one of those missions in which they had to dress up and put on invisible masks.

They had to infiltrate a rich party to meet with a contact. This contact was a woman of wealth, well known amongst the right circles, her involvement in the higher social circles served as a cover for her involvement with the agency, but it was also why they needed to blend in seamlessly. This required donning a suit, something outlandish but classy enough, proper of someone this woman would talk to.

Connor dressed on a two piece dark purple suit, with a white shirt underneath, and both black shoes and tie. Evan wore a wine red two piece, also with a white shirt underneath, his tie much thinner and a slightly lighter shade of black, as were his shoes.

Connor had been working with Evan for a half a year now, in which he had gotten used to seeing the other in full stealth suit, an accomplishment that had not been easy to achieve. But if Evan had looked hot in the stealth suit, he looked absolutely stunning in a suit, and Connor was a very gay man.

On missions like this one, Connor utilized what he had learned from living with a well-off family for most of his life, playing the role of business man with a taste for socials. Evan's mask was different, he held himself with confidence, walking like a fucking male model, and playing the part of flirt; Connor would've complimented anyone else on such flawless acting, but he can't with Evan.

The problem was that, in the time they've been working together, Connor has fallen for his partner, not only for the danger seeker side he gets on missions, but also for the quiet one that belongs in the base. And it hurts, seeing Evan Hansen, who Connor has been trying uselessly to flirt with, be so good at flirting with strangers.

Connor can't blame a single one of the attendees for flirting back, Evan is very beautiful normally, but he cuts a stunning picture in his suit, Connor hates it just a bit less than the stealth suit, but that had little to do with his jealousy. So the spy watches his partner sweep men and women alike off their feet, and tries to locate their contact quicker.

A young man dressed in a black tux approached Connor, Connor faintly recognized him from a different mission where he had to get in touch with this particular contact.
"Madame Musser will see you in her study now"

Connor shot a glance at Evan, who happened to be looking at him, and gave him a sign to follow after him. By the time he made it out of the room where the party was taking place, he could see Evan in the corner of his eye, the unnamed guy lead them to the study quickly.

Madame Musser had her study walls covered in bookcases and books to fill them; she looks extremely elegant in her full body emerald green dress, gold jewelry to accentuate her face.

She was very quick about the whole ordeal, having dealt with the agency and its agents for ages; she traded information for security, and was probably the safest person in the US sans the president.

Once the exchange was dealt with they didn't have any reason to remain in the party, and decided to leave, Madame Musser's house was far enough from the agency that they had rented a hotel for the time being. The moment they were behind closed doors Evan seemed to melt, gone was the confident gleam and the proper posture, leaving an exhausted man on its wake, he looked beyond stressed, but gave Connor a very done look.

"Ok then, out with it"

"What?"

"You've been glaring at me all night, and... did I do something wrong?"
"No"
"Then what the hell?"
Connor was one for risks, had been for longer than he cared to admit, and Evan was beautiful even now; destroyed as he was. So Connor strode to him, cutting the distance in a few steps, and pulled him into a kiss, and he had wanted it to go differently, to happen in a good way, but right now it felt as though words wouldn't cut it.

He pulled away almost immediately, to find a stunned Evan in front of him.

"That"

"Oh"
Connor took a step back.

"I was unprofessional and let my feelings get the best of me"

Evan followed after him, something lit in his eyes.

"Fuck professional"

And then Connor was pulled into a much more demanding kiss, he kissed back, pulling Evan closer to him, holding him there, feeling desperate. It was a rough kiss, but it was fucking amazing.