“Leon,” Monte purrs, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. If Leon was told Monte could disappear in the shadows and reappear at will, he'd believe it. He rolls his eyes, not acknowledging the taller male walking towards him, opening drawers and books to find the key he needs to open the grand door.
“It’s always good to see you,” Monte says in front of the desk, watching Leon go crazy trying to find something. He smirks, climbing on to the desk to sit, dangling his long legs over in his stupid thigh high boots that Leon was so normal about. Leon pushes Monte’s legs out the way to inspect the drawers again. “You’re itching to get out of here, huh? . . . Yes, escaping here, that’s the key. . .”
Leon stops. Monte is known to hold several literal sets of keys at all times. He must have found it and wants to tease him and make him go crazy.
“You have it?” He looks up from the bottom drawer. Monte meets his gaze with a small smirk. He swung his left leg over Leon, so the agent is framed between his legs.
“Yeah, I have a key for you, pretty boy,” he says, looking Leon up and down so he understands the euphemism. Unfortunately for Leon, it works. Maybe it’s the air around Monte, or his slitty thigh high boots. He slowly stands, putting his hands on either side of Monte, who eyes up his muscles. They lean close, eyeing each other up flirtatiously. The air is thick with their palpable sexual tension, yet calm and still. Leon leans in to finally capture Monte's lips in a heated kiss, but instead cool metal taps his lips.
He opens his eyes to Monte leaning back with a smirk, the key keeping Leon's face five inches away. He nearly whines, pouting against the metal key. The pouting remains even as he grabs the rusty antique.
“Save it for next time, Kennedy,” Monte rolls off the desk, landing coolly on his feet. He winks before turning away and seemingly disappearing into the shadows.