JJ was supposed to be fixing the H.M.S. Pogue.

Unfortunately, JJ wasn't great at doing what he was 'supposed to'. Last time you looked up from the paint job you were giving the hull, he was at least pretending to look at the busted engine. This time, he was sitting on the dock, shirt half unbuttoned, a wrench dangling in one hand and a cocky grin on his sun-kissed face as he watches you paint with zero intention of getting any work done.

“You know,” he mused finally, wiping his forehead dramatically, “I’d probably be a lot more productive if you weren’t so distracting.”

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow. No way he would blame this on you. “I haven’t even said anything.”

JJ pointed the wrench at you, icy blue eyes sparkling. “Exactly. It’s this... silent temptation.” He sighed, shaking his head. “So not fair.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please—”

JJ was moving before you could finish, suddenly standing over you, hands gripping the edge of the boat on either side of you. You shielded your eyes from the sun with your hand as you looked up at him

“Oh, please,” he mimicked, mockingly high-pitched. “I'm not doing anything, I'm just—”

"JJ," You push his chest. He doesn’t budge. Instead, he leans in, lips just barely grazing your jaw. "You're not cute."

“JJ,” he murmured, this time in your voice, your tone, except it sounded a whole lot filthier coming from his mouth. He grinned, nudging his nose against your cheek. “That’s what you sound like, by the way.”

You groaned, shoving at him again, but this time, he acted. He caught your wrist, pulled you up, and scooped you into his arms. You shrieked in surprise as he set you down on the edge of the ship, standing between your knees. His rough hands slid up your thighs teasingly.

“I was gonna do this... shit,” he murmurs, gesturing at the boat. His hands return to your waist and his long fingers slip under your shirt, teasing, warm. “But now I’m thinking doin' you might be a better use of my time."