Only If For a Night(MxM)

Back to work pt.2

The sun warned them that it would be making its way beyond the horizon at any minute, the colors less than remarkable streaked across the sky in tepid shades of pastel pink and orange. Jet still loved it, though, what little stretch of open skyline visible between the skyscrapers' towering bodies. His attention wasn't on the sunset though, he was bemusedly watching Zuko clean up his desk hastily, frowning at the discussion that had devolved into a debate in less than three minutes.

"There is nothing you can say that is going to change my mind,"

"I'm very persuasive," Jet countered from his sprawled out stance on the deeply uncomfortable wooden chair opposite the desk, watching Zuko with half-lidded eyes.

"I don't think you can change my mind,"

"Yes, I can. Cake is better. Hands down."

"You're kidding," Zuko shoved a handful of papers none too gently into his briefcase that-he-refused-to-call-a-briefcase.

"No, actually, I am deathly serious. Cake has been, and always will be, better than ice cream."

"What are you talking about?" Zuko blanched, looking up at Jet with a squint. The mediocre sunset cast him in the subpar shades, and his face made the hues all the more beautiful.

"Cake is warm and soft, and it smells so good," Jet sighed, sliding to his feet and purposefully invaded Zuko's personal space bubble as he slipped past him to open the door.

"Warm and moist and so soft," he crooned. Zuko 's twisted face made him grin. "You don't like that word? Moist?"

"Blah," Zuko grunted, swinging open his office door. "No. I don't."

Jet clicked his tongue, "It's such a good verb, though,"

Zuko laughed, a startling noise that burnt all the oxygen in from the air, at least, it made so Jet couldn't breathe. He was profoundly proud of himself for eliciting such a noise, especially in public.

"That's not a verb," Zuko said between chuckles.

"What?"'

"Moist," he wrinkled his perfect nose up at the word. "Is not a verb, it's an adjective,"

"What do I look like, an author?' Jet defended himself, but without any effort. Zuko was still smiling up at him as he locked his office door behind him, keys shoved into his pocket.

"I still think ice cream is better," Zuko smirked, taking the lapse in conversation that was caused by Jet being dazzled by the few seconds of unfettered happiness that had poured from Zuko, to interject his opinion. "Fine, then we'll go get ice cream," Jet grumbled.

"So I won," Zuko nodded.

"You did not win," Jet scoffed.

"If you had won, we'd be getting cake right now, not ice cream,"

The hallway of the office building was big enough for them to walk at least two feet apart, maybe more, but the two of them walked shoulder to shoulder, close enough to feel safe.

"Well, when we get home, I'm making flan,"

"Flan is gross, it's like an egg cylinder,"

Jet recoiled, staring down at the slightly shorter man, pretending to be irrevocably offended.

"You just insulted the core of my being, flan is not eggy."

"Okay, then how many eggs go into it?"

"Three," he responded triumphantly.

"And the other ingredients? "

"Milk and sugar," Jet sighed, knowing that he was on the losing side of this argument again.