agentmpmorgan:

Mike groaned when their lips met, but he wasn’t having it. He may have been slim, but he was strong, and athletic. The taller man pushed Eames into his home, and kicked the door shut. He pushed for dominance, claiming his lips for himself, still pushing him back. He’d been there enough to know the most direct path to the nearest wall. Once he felt Eames hit the wall, he pushed harder, pinning him there.

Biting his bottom lip, Mike pulled back, staring at him, “Say it.”

To say Eames was shocked would be an understatement. He hadn’t expected Mike to show up, had no idea he would not only shove him back into his own flat but up against the wall. If he didn’t already love the man he would have fallen for him right then and there. But he did and this sort of dominance? It only made him love him more. Which would only make the hurt worse when he found out Mike didn’t feel the same.

“Say what,” he asked, ignoring the pleasurable pain that came from his lip. Eames had a feeling he knew what Mike wanted him to say but he had to know for certain. “Say how you’ve been the best damn thing to come out of that bombing? Say that I’m an idiot for telling you how I felt over a text? What do you want me to say, Mike?”