"4400" ficlet

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Pairing: Shawn/Matthew
Rating: PG for kissing
Summary: Afternoon at work.
A/N: Done on request, and in four minutes (if that). Don't look for a masterpiece.


The first time it happened, Shawn hadn't know what'd hit him. They were in the office,his office (Jordan's), and Matthew was quietly checking the messages on his cellphone.

He was standing near the door, an attentive look on his face as he stared at the tiny screen, and Shawn had said: "You know, you look a bit like Jordan."

Matthew had closed the phone then, and closed the distance between them in a breath.

"Oh, so it's that, then," he'd said calmly, like to himself, and then he was leaning close, his nose almost touching Shawn's, a smirk on his lips.

"What do you...?" But Shawn's phrase never got to be complete, because Matthew had kissed him mid-way, with an expertise that put all his thoughts into full stop.

"Did he ever do this?" he said into Shawn's mouth, his long fingers caressing his neck, the line of his jaw.

"What? No...God..." Because Matthew was kissing and licking his neck, pinning him against the desk.

"But you wanted him to, didn't you?" Matthew whispered, and then stepped back, looking sober and impeccable, as if he hadn't been snogging his teenage boss senseless. "I know I'm not him, but..."

Shawn merely stared at him, face flushed, eyes wide. "Think about it."

And Shawn had. Not on purpose, but he couldn't get it out of his mind.