John/Roman

[power_of_yes]

John’s apartment in LA is more than anything he ever had in Atlanta or New York. California is an entirely different beast, and while he had been there to visit several times, it’s a whole new world trying to live there and work. He has his money, he has his experience, but he has none of the reputation that comes with the Seed name. Thus, John Seed has flourished. The smooth talking lawyer with charisma for days is a force to be reckoned with. He takes cases as they come, talks people out of prison and takes their money just as easily. He’s able to pay the rent on his own place. He’s able to live.

He never forgot his time on the Barge, though. That, he knows, would be an insult to Iris and the work that she did. He doesn’t expect Roman to join him, though. So when he sees him on the street as he’s simply on his way back from work, he pauses.

Blinks.

Surely fucking not.

“Roman?” he ventures, sidling up closer to him on the crowded street.

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[betacuck]

John waits in purpose, and as soon as Roman can't take it and is about to grab that tie and mash their lips together John gets up.

Fucking bastard.

He follows, though: in step with him despite not knowing the layout, side by side, fingers grazing the back of his hand completely innocently. He makes some sort of noise, a garbled half grunt to go with his overly dramatic eye roll, and the moment the elevator doors open he has to ask.

"You didn't really set me up at a fucking holiday inn, did you?"

[power_of_yes]

John is all control, all power, all confidence. His fingers tremble a little when he pushes the elevator button.

"I did. Nice room. Great view of the parking lot and the Denny's next door," he says, staring straight ahead, smirking despite trying to stay calm.