#marchdej

Teej just looks at him. Shane relishes it. Banter with Ryan is always toe to toe – they both have a lot of repartee, so much that bits often get away from them. Banter with Teej, well… it’s a lot of Shane monologuing, punctuated with Teej’s exasperated groans, but once in a while, when Teej has had enough, he looks at Shane.

Looking is too simple a word for what it is. He locks eyes on Shane as if latching on a target, steely, unwavering. His gaze pierces through Shane’s soul, looking for that bit of him that control his will, and tries to crush it until Shane abandons.

With Ryan, it’s easy. Teej only has to glance his way for him to be shaking in his boots, shrieking and running away.

But Shane is a weird guy. He doesn’t feel fear like a normal person, no. He lets Teej in, takes him in, gladly leaves himself wide open. Teej’s deathstare has got no effect on him but a shiver down his spine – and if he took a minute to investigate his feelings, he’d realize it’s a shiver of pleasure, not terror.

He grins. “Teddy Bear it is, then. Jedediah, though. I don’t blame you for keeping it a secret – you know, I tried to get a glimpse of your employee file, your pay check, anything, but they all say TJ. Have you had it legally changed?”

Teej only sighs and presses harder on the gas pedal – eager to reach their destination so he can escape Shane. Suggesting they start carpooling was Shane’s favorite idea of the past month, and Teej should never have said yes.

Shane spends the whole day talking to people about Teddy, asking if they’ve seen where dear Theodore went, even going so far as to change Teej’s name in Ryan’s contacts.

Teej reaches the end of the day and of his rope at about the same time.

“Hey Teddy Bear, how was your day?” paired with one of Shane’s best shiteating grins, is the straw that breaks the teddy bear’s back.

TJ stalks over to him, forgetting to stop at a normal distance for a regular conversation with a coworker. He stands his ground less than a foot away from Shane and shoves him against the side of his car.

“My name,” he growls, “is not Theodore Jedediah.”

He’s breathing so hard in his anger that his chest grazes Shane’s with every filling up of his lungs, but he can’t be bothered.

Shane is breathless with surprise, but smiles delightedly.

“Aww, but you’ll always be Teddy Bear to me,” Shane coos.

Teej pins him harder against the car, trying to be more threatening since Shane doesn’t seem at all rattled, but this only brings their groins closer together. He can’t help but notice Shane’s crotch area doesn’t seem disinterested in the situation.

Is Shane… getting off on this?

“What’s your name, then, baby?” Shane asks, his voice breathy and seductive, eyebrows wiggling.

Teej would laugh at the absurdity of the situation if he weren’t, against all odds, also kind of aroused.

“My name’s TJ.”

“I meant,” Shane rolls his eyes, “what does T and J stand for?”

“TJ. My actual name is TJ.”

“What, just the initials?”

Teej nods.

“What were your parents thinking?”

“Believe me, I ask myself this very question every day.”

“Okay, but I’m still calling you Teddy Bear.”

“Fuck off,” is Teej’s brillant response, before his lips crashes against Shane’s as he does everything else in life: gruff and no-nonsense.