#martingerry

He lets go of the handful of fabric, and takes the statement. Jon is too taken aback, and lets it be lift easily from his grip. When he finally shakes himself to his senses, he opens his mouth in protest. “Martin, what the hell was that?” his hands flit about, but he doesn’t attempt to take the statement back, knowing he’d lose that fight. Besides, whatever was wrong with Martin, it had clearly unsettled him deeply. 

“Has he been in any others?” Martin says, declining to answer. He keeps flipping through the sheaf, despite there only being a handful of pages, getting to the end and starting back at the beginning, like he’ll find something different if he tries again. 

“What? No, not that I know of, not as far as I’ve seen yet, at least. Martin what is going on? Do you know that man? Because if so, I have some concerns, that statement does not paint him in a very flattering light-” 

“Oh you don’t get to talk about him like that,” and it is slowly dawning on Jon that this might be Martin, furious. It’s buried under layers, like it’s something he’s trying to hide, but the look in his eye and the set of his jaw tells Jon that this is a man who he should not try and cross. But Martin was... Martin was Martin. He wore soft jumpers and brought him tea and hummed while he worked. Who the hell was this Gerard guy, and what about him made Martin turn into this?

“I- I’m sorry, Martin, but please, explain for me? I have no idea who this man is, he shows up in the statement, any information you have on him would be incredibly beneficial.” 

“Beneficial?” Martin spits the word like it’s an insult. “Jon, has it ever occurred to you just once in your life that some things are bigger than your project of the week?” 

That one stings. It feels remarkably similar, too similar, to something Georgie had once said. It creates a lump in his throat.

“That sometimes other people are people, Jon. They’re not just statements to be seen to, details to be researched and verified and catalogued and stored away on a bloody archive shelf. You put up this veneer of academia and suddenly people aren’t people anymore. Yes, I bloody well know Gerard Keay.” He seemed to be running out of steam, chest rising and falling quickly with tense, laboured breathing. “I knew him- I knew him really well-” 

Anger seemed to be winding down to sadness, and Jon could feel his face fall from a look of shock at the outburst to a concerned frown. “Martin I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” 

“He was my boyfriend, Jon.” The words come out as a sigh, whatever temper was driving Martin’s impassioned speech well and truly faded, slipping out like a sigh.

“Oh,” is all Jon can compose in response. 

Jon may not be the best at consoling emotions. He may not even be mediocre at it. But it was clear that, considering Martin’s reaction and the context of the statement, he had taken a step too far, and would now have to go about fixing it. 

“I see. Martin would you like to... Would you like to get tea with me?” 

“What?” 

“It’s just... This clearly is... Means a lot, to you. So I am offering to make you some tea and we can... Talk, about it, if you wish. Nothing on the record. Not for a statement. Just you, and I, and whatever it is you wish to say to me. Because it seems like that might be a lot. We don’t even have to talk about Gerard, if you don’t want. But if you do... Either way, I am willing to listen.” 

Martin pauses, jaw slack, and Jon wouldn’t want to assume, but he seems slightly stunned. 

He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, before responding. “... No tape recorders.” 

“I- Yes, Martin. No tape recorders.” 

Martin let out a breath. “Right. Okay. That’s- That would be nice. Thank you, Jon.” 

Corruption (GM)

Martin is good at kissing. On the lips, of course, he's focused and gentle. On necks, he's teeth and hot tongue, marking and grumbling. On wrists, he's worshipful and... possessive.

Recovery (JGM)

All three of them had their issues, Jon and his new blindness, aching for what he could no longer obtain. Martin the cool, creeping fog that liked to wrap itself around his heart. And Gerry. Gerry had a lifetime of supernatural trauma and more knives in his back than he could hope to count. But they were there, weren't they? Getting through it all together.

Lonely (JGM)

It seemed that all at once, he had more love and warmth than he knew what to do with. It terrified him and he was always hungry for more.

Resolving disputes (JGM)

Martin was never big on video games, but something in him unwound a bit at the sight of his Jon and his Gerry, tangled on the couch as they played MarioKart.

Professional (JGM)

Gerry sat alone in their shared flat, lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling with mild irritation. He knew better than to want to work at the Institute again, but... Martin and Jon were allowed to spend every day together, while he was stuck here. Alone.

Band together (JGM)

Board games were a bit of a sore spot after the first 'family game night' they had tried when they first started dating. Ganging up on the AI while playing online Monopoly though? That was always fun.

Strategy (JGM)

It hadn't taken them long to discover that surrounded by soft heat, Jon was quick to fall asleep and tended to stay that way. His insomnia didn't stand a chance against two people who loved him so dearly.

Prowess (JGM)