With Gina's pushing through the crowd- and possibly hustling a doorman it did not take long for them to get from his home outside the city to Jake's apartment. Or possibly Gina's. After the whole apartment debacle a few years back, Holt wasn't entirely sure who lived where and which had initially had whose grandmother's apartment. Back then, he hadn't tried to get involved with any of his coworkers lives.

Now, he wasn't any more interested in the Squad's lives- just Peralta's. Speaking of, he'd been mentally calculating how much it would hurt him financially to help pay off Peralta's debt.

Unsurprisingly since he was an adult who knew how to be fiscally responsible, it would barley dent his savings to help Peralta. Not to mention the alimony he was going to be receiving soon from Kevin.

Upon arriving at Gina's apartment- it wasn't hard to figure out based on how clean it was- his assistant pointed him in the direction of a bedroom where he thought he heard sniffling on the other side of.

"Now you're gonna go take care of my little Jakey and I'm gonna go dance through this terribly stressful situation on me."

Disappearing into the main living area that had a suspiciously large number of massage chairs- Jake's doing no doubt, Gina was gone.

The police captain rose his hand to knock on the door when for some reason, he hesitated. This was what he wanted, wasn't it? To go inside, sweep Jake into his arms and be his metaphorical knight in shining armor?

Well that and bed him.

Here he was, merely steps away from the young man who'd been haunting his thoughts and he wasn't walking through the door.

Why wasn't he? Why was he just standing here like a fool?

It didn't take a detective to figure out the reason: he was scared. Absolutely petrified.

Of course, Gina wasn't lying about Jake- who was definitely crying on the other side of this door the more he listened- but that was no guarantee they could even be good together.

"Just do it man, hearing you think is too much bad mojo for my apartment!"

"Yes, thank you Gina."

Taking one more solid breath to steady himself, Captain Holt knocked on the door.

"Go away Gina, I'm not done crying dramatically into a pillow."

"Peralta, It's Holt I'm coming in."

Ignoring the multitude of curses, Holt entered the bedroom. Judging by the lack of feminine touch in the room, and the number of empty snack bags, it was Jake's guest room.

Jake was currently sitting on the bed, a rather large pink pillow between his legs that he was clutching to his chest.

His hair was missing its tips that had looked surprisingly good. Holt could see a loose gray T-shirt and dark blue boxers which stood out like a fresh bruise against Jake's skin. Even after they had spent so long in Florida, Peralta hadn't tanned at all. Burned like overcooked fish in the sweaty taint of Florida.

"Captain Holt! I totally wasn't crying, nope definitely not. Just uhh," Peralta scrambled for an excuse, whipping a thin knit blanket against his face in effort to dry off his face.

Pulling off his coat, Holt draped it over the nearby desk which was covered entirely in notes from Peralta's cases, he held up a hand to quiet him.

"Yes or no?"

"Yes, oh my god yes."

Peralta moved to get up when he froze "You meant yes or no, yes do I want to have sex, right?"

Rolling his eyes, Holt pulled the younger man into his grasp.

"Yes," The captain confirmed, easily supporting Jake who had wrapped his legs around Holt.

"Okay cool because my boner would have been totally awkward otherwise."

A sudden knock on the door made both cops drop into work mode, literally in Peralta's case who had taken point next to the door.

"Have fun boys! There's no condoms cause I like it real but I definitely hid some lube in there. Be gentle to Jake, Captain he's fragile like a baby hummingbird."

Both waited to hear the resounding slam of the door that meant Gina had left before looking at one another again.

"Peralta,"

"Yes, sir?"

"Come here, now."