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ES UNA GUERRA CHICOS, ES UNA GUERRAAAA(? okno

necesito explicar eso xD

bueno! lo que paso es que pase todo el putho dia hablando com mobox, salma, laura y otros, y por culpa de eso ESTOY EN LA HYPE DEL AU DE MOBOX Y VOY A SHITPOSTEAR HASTA MI MUERTE :DDDD

y pueees, andaba como pendeja pensando en Sallem y William, y se me vino a la cabeza algo como:

William: pero porque RAIOS me odias? eres un asesino como yo!

Sallem: pero tu matas sin razon, yo gano dinero, D-I-N-E-R-O! Tu solo lo haces por pendejo

**los dos empezan a golpearse como locos**

Y DIBUJE ESO LOL

Puse a Jessik porque she hates william lol, y a mi porque soy tonta y quise meterme en el Au(? Obviamente en el team del husbando Sallem 7v7 <3

ok creo que ya escribi mucho-

los personajes Sallem y Jessik y todo el Au le pertence a @mobox87

bai -c va con la remera de Team Sallem-

Dialogue prompt as requested by @jessik-formerlyfanofmaluca

He should have gone home.

There was no reason Sonny should have stopped in the middle of the sidewalk on his way out of the precinct and turned around, headed in the direction he least needed to be in.  There was no reason he should have charmed his way past the courthouse’s night guard, and definitely no reason he should have knocked on Barba’s still-lit office door.  Carmen was long-gone for the evening and he knew without having to look inside that Barba was drinking.

He should have gone home.

Instead he knocked.

Instead he murmured it’s me and pushed open the door to see Barba behind his desk, glass in hand, staring out his window.  Instead he got too close and stared too long and drank in the sight of the man before him - the man who was whole, who was safe.  Who’d had a bullet fired at his chest not six hours before.  

Instead he’d let Barba see too much.  

He’d let the man see his fear and his anguish, his frustration at not being there to help.  

His want.

He should have gone home.

Because now Barba had dropped his glass, his good scotch leaking into the carpet, while his hands instead chose to grasp Sonny’s hips.  To pull him close.  Instead Barba chose to kiss Sonny until he couldn’t breathe, until his head was spinning, until Sonny could taste the thick burn of alcohol on Barba’s tongue and could feel the press of his erection thick on his upper thigh.  There was nothing Sonny could do earlier, when Barba’s life had been in danger.  But there was plenty he could do now, with his fingers in Barba’s hair and his heart in his throat.

Neither of them talk about it.

Not even as Rafael’s charcoal waistcoat hits the floor or when Sonny’s jacket is pushed from his shoulders.  Barba isn’t drunk, Sonny is so willing he hasn’t uttered a word other than yes in ten minutes.  And yet... and yet Sonny knows what might happen to someone’s head when they look their own mortality in the face.  He recalled the blackness that came after he left that house months ago, and he hardly remembered any of the rest of that night.  Some of it alcohol, some of it trauma.  

Sonny didn’t want to be a memory Barba wished he didn’t have.

“If you- God, Barba, counselor,” he tried, stammering for the name he knew the man by and still felt soft enough for someone who’d been hungry enough for him to pin him back against the window, “I know what you went through today and if you want to talk, or to-”

“I need this,” the ADA interrupted, his gaze imploring.  “I need you.”

Sonny nodded, panting.

“I need you too.”

“Did you want me before today, detective?” Barba asked.

He nodded again.

“Yeah, uh... an embarrassingly long time ago.”

“Then we have that in common,” he said simply and Sonny didn’t have time to ponder what that meant because suddenly Barba was kissing him again and he couldn’t take the time to think about anything other than his taste and the way the attorney leaned into him like he couldn’t get enough.  Soon he could feel Rafael’s hands on his bare skin and he could hear Rafael’s low voice in his ear; teasing, antagonizing.  Begging him for more and then threatening to withhold it.

Later he feels hot, hard skin in his palm and what Barba’s body feels like from the inside while the carpet rubs his knees raw and his breaths come short in his chest.

Later he hears Barba invite Sonny to come inside him, to fill him up, to leave him dripping on the otherwise immaculate carpet.

Later he hears Barba’s office door lock behind him as they make plans for dinner and another round on an actual bed, where he wouldn’t have to worry about keeping quiet or injuring himself.

Later he hears Barba casually mention how long he’d wanted Sonny, long before his near death and their subsequent rendezvous.  He hears him talk about believing Sonny’s sudden appearance in the midst of his fear to be a sign that he wasn’t meant to be alone.  

Sonny listens to all of it.

He basks in it and can’t stop himself from pulling Rafael in for a kiss under a flickering streetlight in a sea of other people, alone in the world so long as they were touching.

📷: me