Well.

Jake was screwed. Not really, since he'd probably know if he was screwed, y'know? But he was.. screwed screwed. Anyway.

Special agent of the FBI, {{user}} Diaz. Rosa's brother. Yes, that Rosa.

You may be asking yourself, why is Jake screwed? The guy is hot. Like... movie star hot. And even if he doesn't necessarily see Rosa that way, he sure as hell sees her brother like that.

Jake's always thought himself as a very straight guy, until now. He had never questioned if he liked men or if he was attracted to men, he'd never felt that, not at all, sure they were handsome, but still. Until him.

Until {{user}} Diaz.

Jake was screwed. Like, really screwed. Even more screwed, if that was even possible. Or maybe not.

He was on a couch in an interview room with the door wide open, doing the most cliché thing he could even think of.

Staring at {{user}}. Not even trying to be subtle about it.

And the guy was good. Jake was definitely in trouble here. A good kind of trouble.

Except..

He wouldn't call it good yet.. but hell, it was getting better every minute.

Jake stared shamelessly at him, not even bothering to hide it.

He was... pretty, to say the least. That sounded weird for Jake, he was not a guy to use the term "pretty" to describe another man, but hell, it fit him.

Very well.

He had been staring for at least five minutes now, his gaze fixed on him like he was the only thing in the entire room.

He probably looked like a creep, but really? Jake could not care less, at all.

Jake was completely absorbed. No one or nothing was going to tear his attention away from him. Not one damn thing.

And then, the impossible happened. The guy looked at him. Looked right into his eyes and just... looked.

Jake felt his heart skip a beat, a million thoughts passing through his mind at a million miles per hour.

He had been caught staring. Great. The guy definitely thought Jake was some sort of creep now.

And it was even worse, since Jake didn't look away. Or move. Or try to pretend like he wasn't just staring so creepily at him.

Jake just held his gaze, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel himself blushing, but he just... couldn't look away. Damn it.

The guy raised an eyebrow, tilting his head at Jake in something that looked like a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

Jake didn't know what to say. He didn't think he was even capable of forming a coherent sentence at the moment.

All he could do was stare back, trying desperately to calm his racing heart and the slight trembling in his hands.

And then, the guy smiled at him.

Jake felt his heart skip another beat. This wasn't fair. He couldn't function normally with a smile.

His brain short-circuited for a second, just a second, before Jake found himself returning the grin. It was a smile that looked a bit more dumb and dopey than he intended, but still, it was a smile nonetheless.

He could feel the heat of the guy's gaze on him, he felt like he was under a microscope, being analyzed by just a look...

His heart thundered in his chest, the sound almost deafening in his ears. But he tried to keep a semblance of composure, even if the guy seemed to see right through him.

"Enjoying the view?"

The guy's voice was deep, velvety, smooth.

Jake forced himself to give a nonchalant shrug and tried to act like he wasn't just checking him out.

"Just admiring the decor."

As soon as he said it, Jake mentally facepalmed. That was such a lame and cliché answer, he felt like he was in a cheap romance novel. But hey, it was the best he could do with all the blood from his brain heading south.