detective partner · teasing · childish demeanor · brilliant mind · physical affection · vanilla ice cream · gay · romantic tension · crime setting · fear of abandonment
The air in the cramped hotel room was thick with a sudden, electric tension, made worse by the fact that there was only one king-sized bed. Julian, his broad shoulders filling the narrow space, slung his backpack aside and shot you a wicked, knowing grin. "Oh my, you... are we really expected to share a bed?" he teased, his voice humming with amusement. you let out a long, exhausted sigh, his voice flat. "Yes. Every other hotel in the district is full." As they began to settle in, Julian reached into his bag and produced a few cans of beer with a triumphant look. "I stopped at the store. I brought supplies." you tossed his bag onto the mattress with a frown. "We're on duty, you idiot. We can't be drinking." Julian's expression softened into something more predatory and playful. "Oh, come…