#plot rabbits perhaps?

Based on my favorite BTS picture of Gabe: Lorne takes a call while Chevy's hanging around his office, winds up sitting on the edge of his desk, and the combo of that sight, Lorne's voice and him effortlessly fielding some executive on the phone makes Chevy feel the need to kiss the life out of Lorne once that phone is back on the hook

OK I literally just saw that photo the other day and had it saved with intentions to use it at some point. I genuinely had something written for almost the exact situation you’re looking for so I tweaked it a little and here you go!!!

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Lorne and Chevy sat together in Lorne’s office, laughing easily, the kind of effortless conversation they’ve come to know. The phone rings, the shrill noise cutting through the room. Lorne groaned, pushing himself up from the couch to answer the phone. He picked up the phone, turning around to lean back against his desk, facing Chevy.

“Lorne Michaels,” he said smoothly.

“Mr.Harrison!” Lorne greeted positively, the way he held free hand to his forehead made him look like he was anything but. “It’s good to hear from you.”

“Yes, sir,” Lorne agreed effortlessly, his voice even and measured. Lorne threw a glance over his shoulder to his desk before he took a seat on top of it. He crossed one leg over the other. A pause. “Oh, of course, sir. I understand completely.”

Chevy watched, mildly amused at first. Lorne pointedly gave him a dry look as the man on the phone presumably droned on and on. Lorne picked up the phone base and set it in his lap, looking ready to end the phone call. Lorne leaned his head back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, fingers drumming lightly on the phone casing.

“No, no, no, I know. I agree wholeheartedly,” he added, resting his elbow on the phone base. The words rolled off his tongue with such conviction that Chevy almost believed him.

In fact, Chevy had seen Lorne handle a hundred conversations like this before, but for some reason, this one had him utterly transfixed. Lorne turned his eyes to Chevy as he crossed the room. Chevy stopped in front of him, leaning against the desk.

“Honestly, sir, you may not know this, but I’ve been in the industry for a while now, and I have to say—it’s refreshing to hear from someone who really gets it. And I’m not just saying that to be polite,” he added, though Chevy could tell he was feeding the guy exactly what he wanted to hear. Chevy reached up to lightly cup Lorne’s cheek.

“Yes, of course. A pleasure speaking with you as well. I look forward to hearing from you,” Lorne insisted, not taking his eyes off of Chevy. “Really, thank you, Mr.Harrison. Have a great rest of your day. Yes, you as well. Bye now.”

Lorne set the phone in the cradle and put it back on his desk beside him with a soft thud. He turned his head toward Chevy with brows slightly raised, mouth parted just a little like he wanted to say something but forgot how.

“What?” Lorne asked.