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[title] he's like James Bond, only gayer.
His phone buzzes in his back pocket sometime past the east junction. He pulls it out and flips it open. It’s Harry, of course. It’s always Harry.
“Hey,” he says softly. “What’s up?”
“Hey,” Harry says, in a rush of breath, sounding relieved. “Is this a bad time?”
“I’m in an air vent. Always a bad time.”
“Oh, shit, sorry. I don’t want you to get caught or anything.”
James laughs a little. “It’s fine. I’m still a few miles above this guy’s ‘secret underground lair’. It’s very secret, you know. I found it on Google Search. It’s underground though. A solid three miles at least.”
“Jesus. I was just calling because the plane you were on-“
“Crashed, yeah. Hate when that shit happens. You thought I didn’t-“
“I know you’re better than that. I just, you know-“
“Worry?” James asks fondly. “You don’t need to.”
“Yeah. Can’t really stop myself. It’s like, y’know, like when they say your head knows, but your heart doesn’t?”
“I have never heard that before.”
“I wanted to check in. Didn’t even think that you’d probably be working. I’m stupid like that.”
“Nah, it’s…I needed something to pass the time. They never mention boring stuff like this in James Bond movies.”
“You’re just pissy there haven’t been any Bond girls on any of your missions.”
“There’s still time. Don’t need one though. I’ve got you.”
Harry’s breath catches; James can hear it, or lack of, he supposes.
“I’m-“
“I think I need someone like you. A civvie, waiting for me.”
“Hey, fuck you, I do other things.”
“Only to pass the time while I’m not there.”
Harry laughs, loud and echoing in their apartment.
“I should get back to writing,” he says. “Be careful.”
“I am careful.”
“Watch out for the ninjas.”
“There’s not any ninjas on this job. At least there better not be. I didn’t sign up for fucking ninjas.”
“I thought you didn’t do any fucking on the job.”
“Not with ninjas I don’t. Not even the hot Lucy Liu ones.”
“I’m not letting you cockblock me next time you stop by while working.”
“Baby, when have I ever cockblocked you?”
“Plenty of times. And don’t call me ‘baby’. I’m not your Bond girl.”
“Yeah, your rack isn’t big enough.”
“They’d get in the way.” Harry’s smiling on the other end of the line, he knows it. “Anyway, I really should work now. I overslept by a lot. It’s so hard getting up on my own.”
“Nice to know you’re so dependent on my whacked out sleep schedules. I’ll see you when I get home.”
“Yeah. Love you. Be careful.”
“I love you, too. Baby.”
“Fuck you,” Harry says, amused, and hangs up.
His phone buzzes in his back pocket sometime past the east junction. He pulls it out and flips it open. It’s Harry, of course. It’s always Harry.
“Hey,” he says softly. “What’s up?”
“Hey,” Harry says, in a rush of breath, sounding relieved. “Is this a bad time?”
“I’m in an air vent. Always a bad time.”
“Oh, shit, sorry. I don’t want you to get caught or anything.”
James laughs a little. “It’s fine. I’m still a few miles above this guy’s ‘secret underground lair’. It’s very secret, you know. I found it on Google Search. It’s underground though. A solid three miles at least.”
“Jesus. I was just calling because the plane you were on-“
“Crashed, yeah. Hate when that shit happens. You thought I didn’t-“
“I know you’re better than that. I just, you know-“
“Worry?” James asks fondly. “You don’t need to.”
“Yeah. Can’t really stop myself. It’s like, y’know, like when they say your head knows, but your heart doesn’t?”
“I have never heard that before.”
“I wanted to check in. Didn’t even think that you’d probably be working. I’m stupid like that.”
“Nah, it’s…I needed something to pass the time. They never mention boring stuff like this in James Bond movies.”
“You’re just pissy there haven’t been any Bond girls on any of your missions.”
“There’s still time. Don’t need one though. I’ve got you.”
Harry’s breath catches; James can hear it, or lack of, he supposes.
“I’m-“
“I think I need someone like you. A civvie, waiting for me.”
“Hey, fuck you, I do other things.”
“Only to pass the time while I’m not there.”
Harry laughs, loud and echoing in their apartment.
“I should get back to writing,” he says. “Be careful.”
“I am careful.”
“Watch out for the ninjas.”
“There’s not any ninjas on this job. At least there better not be. I didn’t sign up for fucking ninjas.”
“I thought you didn’t do any fucking on the job.”
“Not with ninjas I don’t. Not even the hot Lucy Liu ones.”
“I’m not letting you cockblock me next time you stop by while working.”
“Baby, when have I ever cockblocked you?”
“Plenty of times. And don’t call me ‘baby’. I’m not your Bond girl.”
“Yeah, your rack isn’t big enough.”
“They’d get in the way.” Harry’s smiling on the other end of the line, he knows it. “Anyway, I really should work now. I overslept by a lot. It’s so hard getting up on my own.”
“Nice to know you’re so dependent on my whacked out sleep schedules. I’ll see you when I get home.”
“Yeah. Love you. Be careful.”
“I love you, too. Baby.”
“Fuck you,” Harry says, amused, and hangs up.