canspotatimeagent:

sclfmastery:

 Koschei looks over the rim of his reading glasses at his husband, skeptically amused.

        “Is this your latest ploy to get me to abandon my project and come to
         bed?” 

“Maybe.”

“Is it working?”

Koschei tucks his glasses in his shirt collar, strolls over to Jack and seizes him by the front of his own shirt.  He pulls him close and ferociously kisses him.

Then, like an asshole, he puts the glasses back on.

        “No.”