#someone please talk to me about this pairing
It seems there are actually a few people left on this site who are still in this fandom, so here’s a fic for you all!
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Ship: Ian Edgerton/Charlie Eppes
Rating: T (will probably go up)
Chapter: 1 of ???
Summary: Ian Edgerton has never been one for spending too much time in a single place. Freedom, adventure; he’s worked hard to earn that in the FBI, and he intends to keep it. But the appeal of Los Angeles is slowly growing on him, and it’s not just the beaches.
Charlie Eppes would like to think that his complete and total failure to have had a single meaningful relationship by the age of twenty-seven has to do with his accelerated academic career and dedication to his work, nothing more. He’s too busy these days, after all, now that he’s added FBI consultation to his already busy docket.
Ian loves very few things more than ruining plans and challenging expectations.
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It’s back again.
Charlie had gotten so good at ignoring it by now that he’d thought it gone for good. Or maybe had never even existed. Spending puberty in a university doesn’t exactly lend itself to normal personal development, after all, and it’s not like his usual social circle…
He swallows and forces the thought away.
But no effort in the world will force away the damn… sensation.
The man—Edgerton, Don had called him?—folds his sunglasses after pulling them off like a character from a crime show cold open, and Charlie’s stomach does an uncomfortable somersault. A familiar somersault.
The man is tall. And rugged. And smug.
