Prompt Post One
The Mission Impossible 4: Ghost Protocol Prompt Post One is now open!
Go forth and kink!
Ask a Mod // Rules and Warnings // Fills Post // Friending Meme
Go forth and kink!
Ask a Mod // Rules and Warnings // Fills Post // Friending Meme
Another mission, another anonymous hotel room, and this time they're in Astana.
Ethan and Jane are going undercover, masks and all (which Benji continually reassures them "will work this time, I re-calibrated the machine and everything!", but Brandt's pretty much stopped believing a word he says these days), while he's been relegated to research.
Which is fine. That's totally fine. He's good at research, at finding the patterns in the chaos, the connections between the obscure and nonsensical. It's what he'd been doing most of his career before Ethan stepped into that car with the Secretary and fixed him with a look that said well, hello you seem like a challenge.
Ethan suddenly appears next to the arm of his chair.
"Brandt."
The tone of his voice makes Brandt feels a little like prey. It's not the most reassuring feeling.
"…Yes?" He responds tentatively.
That seems to be all the confirmation Ethan needs, because he's suddenly way beyond the perimeter of Brandt's comfort zone, one hand planted on the back of his chair and the other gently but firmly gripping his jaw.
Ethan kisses him right there, right in front of Benji, like it's no big deal, like it's a normal thing.
He thinks he might hear Benji make a short choking noise.
Ethan grins into the kiss, tilts his head, licks into Brandt's mouth, makes it dirty, like he doesn't give a fuck if there's an audience.
Brandt curls his fingers into the fabric of the armrests and swallows back a moan.
Ethan's fingers slip from his jaw. Brandt feels his thumb slide across his cheek briefly, before his fingers slip into his hair and Ethan uses the grip to maneuver Brandt how he wants.
He leans forward, papers falling from his lap to the floor, and fists a hand in Ethan's shirt for balance when Ethan tugs a little too roughly. Ethan makes a pleased growl in his throat, biting at his lower lip, and Brandt lets out an embarrassingly loud whimper at the sensation. He's mildly surprised when Ethan tongues the sting away as if in apology.
After that, it's a little slower, a little more soft and Brandt finds it difficult not to be disappointed when Ethan steals one final kiss before pulling away. He thinks that's the end of it until Ethan tugs him forward again, leans in close.
He feels Ethan's lips right against his ear, unconsciously shivers when he hears, "Wish me luck."
Ethan presses a hard kiss just at the underside of his jaw and steps away.
Brandt throat feels dry and he swallows, glancing at Benji who is pointedly looking at everything but him. He coughs, straightens his tie, lifts the papers from where they're scattered across the floor, and picks up right where he left off.
If his heart's beating a little too fast for him to concentrate for the first couple minutes, well.
(Eleven hours later, when the mission's complete and Ethan and Jane are only a little beat up, Ethan gives him a sharp look across the bar table and Brandt feels like something's just slipped out of his control.)
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This is gloriousss
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Oh god, yes Brandt this is so not in your control.
Love Ethan just... yeah, just loving EVER UPDATE.
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