Prompt found on Tumblr - sorry, I can't remember who posted it! I'll find it when I can get to Tumblr :/
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"Detective Castellanos, your new partner, Joseph Oda."

Shit, he's hot.

He'd seen pictures of his new partner in the file, and had seen him around the station, but to have the man's attention entirely focused on him…

He was fucked.

The Japanese-Canadian man offers his hand. "Looking forward to working with you." Did his voice shake? He hopes to hell and heaven that his voice didn't shake.

If it did, the man in front of him doesn't notice.

His grip is firm. Calloused hands, more experienced than Joseph's (probably in more ways than one), hold tight to his palm. "Likewise."
Joseph nods. Was he blushing? He shouldn't be blushing. He wasn't a schoolboy. He was a grown man. A grown man with a gun and a badge and damn it he is blushing because that smirk.

"You okay there?" Of course he had to ask.

Joseph plasters a smile on his face. "Yeah, fine. Just kind of nervous about working with the famed Detective Castellanos."

There's a snort, and another smirk. "It's Sebastian. Detective Castellanos is for the newbies and the higher ups."

"Right."

He's hyper-aware of his new partner shifting his weight to his other hip, of the calloused hand he shook slipping into a trench coat pocket. "So what should I call you? Joe? Seph? Jojo?"

Joseph grimaces at the last one. "Joseph's fine."

The grimace doesn't escape the other detective's notice. "Jojo it is then."

And so began his new life with Detective Sebastian Castellanos.

...

Apparently he has a thing for partners, because the first thing he thinks is shit. He's hot.

"Detective Castellanos, your new partner, Joseph Oda."

The slighter man extends his hand. Sebastian's not sure he's ever seen his hand bare. As far as he knows, the Japanese-Canadian man always wore those black leather gloves. He takes the offered hand, shaking firmly while wondering how in the hell the man's hands were so soft. His were rough, toughened by the trigger. Myra complained about them sometimes, insisting he should put lotion on. But there was no way in hell he was doing that.

"Looking forward to meeting you."

Sebastian nods. "Likewise," he offers, letting go of the other man's hand. A part of him doesn't want to.

It takes him a moment, but he notices the flush on the other man's cheeks. Was it hot in here? He hadn't really noticed. But then again this station had a habit of being freezing or boiling.

Or it could be that he'd attracted another partner. Myra wouldn't be happy, but what was one to do when they were this devilishly attractive? He smirks. "You okay there?"

His question apparently startles the other man - he watches Joseph jolt a bit, his cheeks becoming redder. Joseph smiles. "Yeah, fine. Just kind of nervous about working with the famed Detective Castellanos."

Sebastian snorts, trying to keep it from turning into a full on laugh. Famed? Really? ""It's Sebastian. Detective Castellanos is for the newbies and the higher ups."

"Right."

He watches Joseph fidget a bit, watches him fiddle with the glove in his pocket. He can see the slightly shiny leather from here. "So what should I call you? Joe? Seph? Jojo?"

Joseph doesn't do a very good job of hiding his contempt at the last one. Oh, this would be fun. "Joseph's fine," he says.

Sebastian smirks. "Jojo it is then."

He hears Joseph's sigh, and watches the younger man push his glasses further up his nose.

And so began his new life with Joseph Oda.