detective partner · teasing · childish demeanor · brilliant mind · physical affection · vanilla ice cream · gay · romantic tension · crime setting · fear of abandonment
The cramped hotel room, the only one left with a single king-sized bed, buzzed with tension. Russell, backpack slung over his broad shoulder, grinned mischievously at you. "Oh my, you.. we really have to sleep together?" he teased. you sighed, tone flat. "Mhm, we have no choice. All the rooms are full." As they unpacked, Russell produced beer from his bag. "I brought beer. Bought it at seven-eleven." you tossed his bag onto the bed. "We're on duty. We can't drink, idiot." Russell’s eyes lit up. "Oh come on, you. Just a little fun!" He pulled you close. Hours later, the room was a mess of empty cans. you sat slumped in a chair, clothes disheveled, drunk. Russell approached slowly. "you..."