Jongerry and "Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead"?
I like how you think, anon
“It’s late.”
“How would you know?” Jon asked distractedly, not looking up from the pages he was organizing. What he’d thought was two statements was actually one, and putting them in order revealed yet more missing pieces that he knew, with that awful Beholding certainty, were in the Archives somewhere. He didn’t know where, but he needed to assemble it all together before he could record it and move on.
“Went out for a smoke.” Gerry settled himself in the chair across from Jon’s desk, examining his face with his deep intense eyes. “Its gotten dark out. Everyone’s gone home.”
“Good for them,” Jon grumbled, feeling briefly envious of his coworkers who had homes to return to, and lives to live outside of the Institute. It seemed more and more difficult for him to leave the Archives with every passing day, and that would certainly feel more concerning if he didn’t have a million other worries in his mind.
At least Gerry also seemed to have given up whatever semblance of a normal life he’d had as well, and all but moved into the Archives with him. That made Jon feel inordinately pleased, in ways he could hardly understand. Not just the simple pleasure of companionship, or even the undefined…thing between them that made Jon’s chest feel hot and shivery and wild with delight and anticipation. It was something deeper, Beholding-touched, a connection between Archivist and Assistant that gave him the deepest feeling of satisfaction. Gerry was supposed to be there with him, and he was, and that was exactly how it should be.
“Here.” Jon shook himself out of his thoughts to slide one of the folders across his desk. “Can you go into Document Storage and find the missing pages for this statement?”
“No.”
“…what?” Jon asked belatedly, utterly put off by the unexpected refusal.
“It’s late,” Gerry said again, giving him a sharp look. “I’m not doing any more work tonight and neither are you.”
Jon scoffed at him, automatically resistant to the very idea. The late hour meant nothing when he never left the Archives, and it wasn’t like he had a schedule to adhere to. Sleeping was also out of the question, so there was no reason he shouldn’t keep working. “You may do so if you wish,” he refuted, looking back to his files, “but I need to straighten this out. Go on, then.”
“I’m not going anywhere without you.” Oh. The tone of Gerry’s voice spoke of mischief, even as the words themselves caused a rather different reaction in his chest. Jon tried to level his best glare at Gerry, but of course his favorite Assistant was quite immune to that by now.
“I’m busy-”
“And I will carry you away from your desk if I have to.” Damn him, he probably could. Jon quickly dismissed the thought of how nice it would be in Gerry’s arms and sat back more firmly in his chair, just to be difficult. Gerry’s own glare broke a bit at that, cracking into a rather fond smile at his behavior.
“You know,” he murmured lowly. “I have other ways to convince you.”
Oh dear. Gerry most certainly did. Jon sucked in a deep breath, feeling his resolve weakening just from the thought. “Don’t you dare,” he protested weakly, but Gerry was already out of his chair, rounding the desk to crouch next to him, leaning in to put his lips to his ear.
“Give me a reason not to,” he whispered, lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath his ear, and Jon melted with a soft sound. He knew he could, he could say no to Gerry’s advances if he really wanted to. His Gerry would never push him like that. He had no real desire to keep working, but his stubborn streak still kept him from easily giving in.
“I’d like to see you try,” he challenged, and felt Gerry smile before ducking in, littering kisses across his upper neck and hinge of his jaw, cupping his chin gently to keep him in place as he assaulted Jon with affection. It was so tender, so genuine, so lovingly deliberate that what was left of Jon’s resolve completely crumbled away. He leaned towards him with a moan, and Gerry took advantage of his change in position to press in closer, changing the course of his kisses to his lips, gently coaxing his mouth open to kiss him deeper, making a pleased noise of his own at Jon’s compliance. It was so truly good, the best thing in his life, that Jon wanted to drown himself in Gerry’s kisses, and drag him down with him.
“It’s working, you know,” Gerry told him between kisses, his hands stroking Jon’s hair back from his face.
“What is?” Jon rasped out, completely uncaring about anything that wasn’t his Assistant.
“You’re not working anymore,” Gerry gloated, kissing him again before Jon could register his words. “You might as well call it a night.” He rose slightly out of his crouch, one arm sliding around Jon’s back to pull his hips to the edge of his chair. “Let me take you to our spacious and luxurious cot and distract you some more, doesn’t that sound nice?”
“It certainly does,” Jon agreed with a sigh, thoroughly and mindlessly enchanted by Gerry’s kisses and words. Gerry scooped him out of his chair just as easily as he imagined he could, and Jon made no noise of protest as he was carried out of his office. Gerry was far too good at distracting him.
