Snowed In
Snowed In
For saanrio
Rated R...
Business trips were not his thing. Vacations with friends were not his thing. Skiing certainly wasn’t his thing, but Heechul, the head of ‘Internal Company Relations’ declared that he would be required to attend and may find himself without a paycheck if he didn’t. He likely wasn’t the only one that was coerced in that manner and he completely blamed Heechul for their current predicament.
“This is your fault,” Kibum, the man who was the CEO of the company muttered to Heechul. Clearly he wasn’t the only one who thought so.
“Yes because I clearly control the weather,” Heechul snapped back irritably.
Taemin, the younger intern in the office that, despite his age, seemed more suited to the job then he himself felt. “Don’t worry. Heechul will get over his irritation.” He certainly hoped so since he didn’t want to spend any amount of time in an enclosed space with him.
“New guy!” Heechul snapped, startling him and making him jump.
“His name is Hangeng,” Kibum said patiently.
Heechul pointedly ignored him. “Fix this!”
Hangeng glanced towards the windows where there was snow drifted up to the height of his shoulders and very likely one of the same height just outside the door of the large cabin they had rented. He knew he was new to the country but he came from China not some far northern country and besides even if he had come from the North Pole it wasn’t as though he could control the weather either. He was trying to figure out how to phrase that polity in a language he was still getting the hang of when Kibum spoke up.
“He isn’t a freaking Eskimo, Heechul. You already called the owner, the police, and the National Guard. They will dig us out when they can. We have food, water, heat, and no wounded so that doesn’t make up a top priority,” Kibum explained with patience that Hangeng had no idea how he found.
“Someone get me a knife!” Heechul exclaimed and stormed off towards the kitchen with Taemin muttering about safety on his heels.
“Uh should we,” Hangeng asked, gesturing towards the retreating form of Heechul.
Kibum shrugged and nodded to Sungmin, who Hangeng knew was the head of security. Sungmin placed a mark in his book, closed it, and rose to follow Heechul silently. “It is taken care of. Heechul will likely blow himself out, but if not, he will be taken care of.” Hangeng nodded.
“Sorry you can’t ski,” Kibum told him softly, his eyes checking over all of the gathered employees in the downstairs common room.
Hangeng shrugged then said after a moment, “I’m not good at it anyway.”
Kibum nodded as if satisfied by what he saw and turned towards the stairs leading up to the rooms. “I’ll be in my room working if anyone needs me.”
Hankyung nodded while trying to think of the proper way to tell his boss not to spend all of his time working so hard, but by the time he had figured it out, Kibum was already halfway up the stairs.
-*-*-*-*-*-
He spent the day trying to keep himself entertained. Three games of chess with the man that worked in the cubical near him whom he was fairly sure was named Kyuhyun, taught him just how wise of an idea playing games with him was. That had been followed by the next two lessons of his Korean study, and then a full afternoon of dramas and movies from all over the world had kept him entertained until after dinner.
Heechul clearly hadn’t stabbed anyone, since everyone seemed to still be well and not bleeding, and had found something else to do with his time. If the look on Siwon’s face, one of the other body guards that had come with them, was any indication, Heechul had decided to amuse himself with driving him a bit crazy. Hangeng was just glad it wasn’t him. He still wasn’t quite sure how to handle the strange man, but he figured he might have to figure it out sooner rather than later.
Kibum hadn’t been down for dinner, or in the hour after it and Hangeng was beginning to worry. He hadn’t seen the man all day which meant that unless Kibum had his own kitchen in his room, which he might, he wasn’t eating anything. He had glanced up in the direction of the stairs again when Donghae, who had helped prepare their meal, moved to him and held out a plate.
“Here you can take this up to the boss and make sure he is still living,” he said with a grin.
“But I,” Hangeng paused trying to find the words, and Donghae shoved the covered plate into his hands.
“Just take it too him. He needs to eat too,” Donghae’s smile was a little to mischievous for his liking, but he grasped the plate and carried it up the stairs anyway.
Outside the door he paused, hand poised above the wood for a moment as his mind played over the many scenarios that could happen when his knuckles met wood. He was in danger of his mind turning into a primetime drama when he heard Kibum’s deep voice from inside call out, “Come in,” seemingly having known he was there despite his lack of noise.
He turned the door handle and pushed it open slowly to reveal the simple style of bedroom that they all had. Within it was a small side table with a lamp on it so that its light would illuminate half of the bed with a decent efficiency. The other side of the bed housed a small dresser and at the foot of the bed, a safe distance away and set into the wall, was a fire place. The room contained little else.
Spread over the bed, were papers and folders in neat piles. In the center of the mess sat his boss with a clipboard balanced on a knee and a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. The room was warm as Hangeng entered in response to Kibum’s beckoning, largely due to the fire that was burning in the fire place, and Kibum had taken off his tie at some point and unbuttoned the first four buttons of his dress shirt. Despite the open spread of the fabric that showed teasing hints of his chest and his rolled up cuffs, he still managed to look formal.
“You missed dinner,” Hangeng said. “Donghae sent me up here with food for you.” He held out the plate towards his boss.
“He did, did he?” Kibum asked, looking at him over the top of his glasses. “Somehow I don’t think he meant for me to eat the food.” Hangeng’s cheeks colored at the suggestion both in Kibum’s tone and look. “You can put it over there,” he said with a wave of his hand to indicate the dresser. Hangeng did as instructed, glad for the distraction from Kibum’s gaze.
As soon as the plate hit the surface of the dresser, Kibum’s voice rang out again, “Come here Hangeng.”
He couldn’t have stopped the shivers that ran down his spine if he had wanted to. Just the simple use of his given name, the way it was meant to be said in his native language sent a thrill through him. No one else could say it, that or they hadn’t bothered to try and they simply called him the Korean version of his name, Hankyung. Kibum was different. Kibum said his name, but usually only when it was the two of them and the syllables could roll of his tongue like butter.
Hangeng placed a knee on the bed, carefully restacking the papers in his way so that they wouldn’t be damaged as he crawled the short distance to his boss. “Remember China?” Kibum asked, his voice deep and his eyes dark.
His breath came in a shuddering inhale. How could he forget China? “Yes,” he murmured.
“Nothing has changed,” Kibum told him, watching him, as if waiting for him to make a move.
The words puzzled him for a moment and he wasn’t sure he fully understood their meaning. Everything had changed. He was in a new country, speaking a new language, with a new name. A new job was what he did in the day time, and although it was simply answering phones and organizing papers and calendars, he had never done that before. In the evening he went to new college classes that Kibum paid for, probably out of his own pocket, but the man would never admit to that. Nothing was the same.
Kibum, likely seeing his confusion, murmured “I still want you.”
“Oh,” Hangeng said stupidly before he could stop himself, apparently that part hadn’t changed. Kibum was wearing an amused smile on his face, the one he wore when he knew he had won and was thoroughly enjoying it. “But the rest,” he said gesturing to building as a whole which contained a good number of other employees.
“You are my friend from college in China. I don’t care what they think,” Kibum said simply. Hangeng noted that he didn’t mention the fact that Kibum was now his boss, or that he had not invited him back to Korea because they had slept together one night, but because he needed someone to be a Chinese translator and assistant, and Hangeng had fit that bill. He made an exasperated noise and Kibum’s smile widened.
“You are stalling,” Kibum murmured.
Hangeng knew he was right. If he hadn’t wanted to be there he could have simply left after delivering the food. His body was clearly interested and was already stirring thanks to the man in front of him. “You’re cheating,” he murmured in Mandarin.
“Yes,” Kibum answered in the same language and Hangeng looked at him in surprise. “Did you really think I would stand in a room full of possible business connections and not understand a word of what they were saying except through my translator?” he asked, switching back to Korean.
“But you hired me,” Hangeng replied, confused.
“I did. I needed someone I could trust to translate the finer points and translate my words to them. The longer they think I am a stupid youth who doesn’t know their language the more comfortable they feel saying whatever they want when my translator isn’t there,” Kibum said simply. As he spoke his fingers worked at the last few buttons down his shirt and then pulled it from beneath the edge of his pants until it was laid fully open in the front.
“Oh,” Hangeng muttered. He had never been foolish enough to think that Kibum was stupid.
“It is just a bonus that my translator is exquisitely sexy and phenomenal in bed,” Kibum said darkly. Hangeng muttered a few choice phrases in Chinese that his mother would have been appalled at and Kibum smirked. “You are very sexy when you speak like that.”
Hangeng had never been a forward man, but when Kibum’s fingers began drifting up his own chest he found it hard to resist not jumping the man. Somehow he held his ground, still warring over the fact of what was appropriate and not since the Kibum was now his boss.
Kibum, as if knowing the battle taking place in Hangeng’s head, slid his hand down his chest and stomach, down until he was cupping himself through his dress slacks. “You can just sit there and watch me too,” Kibum offered, “I like having someone look.”
“Bollocks,” Hangeng muttered a word from one of the shows he had watched earlier. He wasn’t sure what it meant but he thought that it might be appropriate.
“No more foreign dramas for you,” Kibum replied laughing lightly in a way that ended in a breathless noise. His hips thrust up into his own hand perhaps a bit more exaggeratedly then they would have otherwise and it was the last straw on Hangeng’s patience.
He dove forward, trying to fit his mouth to Kibum’s and his hands to Kibum’s body in one smooth motion. The attempt failed miserably and he managed to end up knocking Kibum’s glasses into his face and missing everything else entirely. To his credit, Kibum didn’t laugh, he simply pulled his glasses off with his free hand and put them on the table by the lamp. Then Hangeng was able to fit their lips together in a kiss that didn’t start nor end gentle and was more about the meshing of their lips and tongues, then any sort of careful press.
His hand had ended up on Kibum’s hip and it was almost sexier when he slid it over Kibum’s thigh to the place between his legs. He pushed Kibum’s hand out of the way and was pleased to find the beginnings of firmness outlined there. A moment later Hangeng pulled away from their lip lock so he could paint a trail of open mouth kisses down Kibum’s neck and stomach to the edge of his pants. He enjoyed ever gasp that Kibum made as he went and how his stomach fluttered beneath the gentle brush of lips.
Hangeng teased Kibum’s navel, drawing a light moan from him and a hand in his hair before he brought his free hand up to undo the button on his dress pants and following the natural line of his body lower. He would have been mortified if he had heard the mechanical whirring of something electronic repositioning, but he was far too focused on the noises that his boss was making as he moved pants and underwear out of the way just enough that he could get to what he wanted. He never noticed as his boss looked up, directly into the camera in the corner of the room, smirked darkly, and then groaned.
-*-*-*-*-*-
“He is so sucking him off,” Donghae murmured peering at the small screen.
“Well damn. I didn’t know our little Chinese boy had it in him,” Heechul muttered although a satisfied grin showed that he wasn’t to upset by the matter.
“That means I win,” Donghae crowed. “Hankyung made first oral contact. You all owe me.”
Behind them some of the men looked interested, bored, or disappointed. Siwon looked a bit green. “Heechul,” he muttered. “This is not right. We shouldn’t be watching them.”
“Hold on,” Heechul dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “It’s just getting to the good part.” He leaned closer to the screen for a moment, study the figures in it. “Damn look at those hips and that mouth.”
“Heechul!” Siwon said sharply.
“What babe?” the man asked, leaning back in his chair so he could get a good look at the man behind him. “You still have the finest hips in Korea.” Siwon colored at that and Heechul grinned. “Maybe I should put them to good use.”
“Hey,” Taemin said brightly as he walked into the room. “So this is where you all went. What are you all up to?” Siwon paled at the sound of his voice and Heechul got a particularly evil look in his eye.
“Ah Taemin. Why don’t you come see for yourself?” Heechul invited.
Taemin, either not having learned that voice meant trouble or not caring, moved forward until he could get a good look at the screen. “Oh,” he said dumbly when he could see.
“Welcome to the business world,” Heechul told him. Suddenly the screen went dark and several voices rang out in disappointment. “What the hell happened?!” Heechul snarled.
Siwon, standing by the wall with the cord to the monitor in his hand said threateningly, “Shows over, go find something else to do.”
There were sounds of disappointment but the men began to file out one by one until Heechul and Siwon were the only two left. “You ruin all of my fun.”
“If you would stop having fun at the expense of others I wouldn’t have to,” Siwon told him, not backing down. “It isn’t right to watch them no matter who they are, and certainly not right because he is our boss. Find something else to do.”
Heechul’s eyes raked over Siwon’s body, not trying to disguise how pleased he was by what he was seeing. “What if I find someone one to do?”
“Fine,” Siwon said curtly, but he didn’t protest when Heechul pressed their bodies together and their lips met in a surprisingly gentle kiss.
-*-*-*-*-*-
The knock on the door nearly made Heechul shout with excitement, Hangeng could tell. He could see the excitement in the man as he answered the door and then mauled the rescue personal exclaiming about how they were saved.
“I hope you all stayed warm, safe, and calm,” the rescue man said as soon as Siwon had pulled Heechul off of him.
“Oh we had plenty to do,” Heechul said with a leer sent towards Hangeng that made the Chinese man feel that he may have missed some of that conversation.
“Great, your cars are dug out and ready to go. There is a path back to the main road, as soon as you hit that you should be fine. Just take it slow,” the rescue worker told them.
Heechul pouted. “Oh but I like it fast and-”
Whatever he was going to say was cut off by Siwon’s hand over his mouth, “Thank you sir. We will be careful.”
An hour later the workers had left and everyone was loading luggage into their various vehicles. Kibum had indicated that he would prefer Hangeng to ride with him and so he had, trying dutiful to not send any looks that could be interpreted one way or another to their boss.
They had just locked their cabin and were all getting to their cars when Heechul exclaimed, “That was one hell of a company bonding trip! Next month I’m thinking tropical islands somewhere! That way when Hangeng and Kibum go at it, I can laugh at them for getting sand where they don’t want it.”
Among the laughter, Hangeng felt his cheeks color and he glanced at Kibum, certain that there would be nothing but trouble for him now. Kibum simply pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and placed them on his face to hide his eyes from the brightness of the snow. “Only if I can take pictures when you get a sunburn on your delicate bits because you won’t be able to resist laying outside naked,” Kibum replied smoothly. He didn’t wait to hear Heechul’s response, instead turning and reaching out to Hangeng. As they walked to Kibum’s car, the man’s hand on his back was warm.
AN: So this is mostly saanrio fault but partially my Heechul muses fault to. This one just wasn't coming to be and then I was talking to her one night and something that was said made my Heechul muse, of all of the muses, to step up and decide that he liked it and wanted to write something for her.... Hope you enjoy this dear.
For saanrio
Rated R...
Business trips were not his thing. Vacations with friends were not his thing. Skiing certainly wasn’t his thing, but Heechul, the head of ‘Internal Company Relations’ declared that he would be required to attend and may find himself without a paycheck if he didn’t. He likely wasn’t the only one that was coerced in that manner and he completely blamed Heechul for their current predicament.
“This is your fault,” Kibum, the man who was the CEO of the company muttered to Heechul. Clearly he wasn’t the only one who thought so.
“Yes because I clearly control the weather,” Heechul snapped back irritably.
Taemin, the younger intern in the office that, despite his age, seemed more suited to the job then he himself felt. “Don’t worry. Heechul will get over his irritation.” He certainly hoped so since he didn’t want to spend any amount of time in an enclosed space with him.
“New guy!” Heechul snapped, startling him and making him jump.
“His name is Hangeng,” Kibum said patiently.
Heechul pointedly ignored him. “Fix this!”
Hangeng glanced towards the windows where there was snow drifted up to the height of his shoulders and very likely one of the same height just outside the door of the large cabin they had rented. He knew he was new to the country but he came from China not some far northern country and besides even if he had come from the North Pole it wasn’t as though he could control the weather either. He was trying to figure out how to phrase that polity in a language he was still getting the hang of when Kibum spoke up.
“He isn’t a freaking Eskimo, Heechul. You already called the owner, the police, and the National Guard. They will dig us out when they can. We have food, water, heat, and no wounded so that doesn’t make up a top priority,” Kibum explained with patience that Hangeng had no idea how he found.
“Someone get me a knife!” Heechul exclaimed and stormed off towards the kitchen with Taemin muttering about safety on his heels.
“Uh should we,” Hangeng asked, gesturing towards the retreating form of Heechul.
Kibum shrugged and nodded to Sungmin, who Hangeng knew was the head of security. Sungmin placed a mark in his book, closed it, and rose to follow Heechul silently. “It is taken care of. Heechul will likely blow himself out, but if not, he will be taken care of.” Hangeng nodded.
“Sorry you can’t ski,” Kibum told him softly, his eyes checking over all of the gathered employees in the downstairs common room.
Hangeng shrugged then said after a moment, “I’m not good at it anyway.”
Kibum nodded as if satisfied by what he saw and turned towards the stairs leading up to the rooms. “I’ll be in my room working if anyone needs me.”
Hankyung nodded while trying to think of the proper way to tell his boss not to spend all of his time working so hard, but by the time he had figured it out, Kibum was already halfway up the stairs.
-*-*-*-*-*-
He spent the day trying to keep himself entertained. Three games of chess with the man that worked in the cubical near him whom he was fairly sure was named Kyuhyun, taught him just how wise of an idea playing games with him was. That had been followed by the next two lessons of his Korean study, and then a full afternoon of dramas and movies from all over the world had kept him entertained until after dinner.
Heechul clearly hadn’t stabbed anyone, since everyone seemed to still be well and not bleeding, and had found something else to do with his time. If the look on Siwon’s face, one of the other body guards that had come with them, was any indication, Heechul had decided to amuse himself with driving him a bit crazy. Hangeng was just glad it wasn’t him. He still wasn’t quite sure how to handle the strange man, but he figured he might have to figure it out sooner rather than later.
Kibum hadn’t been down for dinner, or in the hour after it and Hangeng was beginning to worry. He hadn’t seen the man all day which meant that unless Kibum had his own kitchen in his room, which he might, he wasn’t eating anything. He had glanced up in the direction of the stairs again when Donghae, who had helped prepare their meal, moved to him and held out a plate.
“Here you can take this up to the boss and make sure he is still living,” he said with a grin.
“But I,” Hangeng paused trying to find the words, and Donghae shoved the covered plate into his hands.
“Just take it too him. He needs to eat too,” Donghae’s smile was a little to mischievous for his liking, but he grasped the plate and carried it up the stairs anyway.
Outside the door he paused, hand poised above the wood for a moment as his mind played over the many scenarios that could happen when his knuckles met wood. He was in danger of his mind turning into a primetime drama when he heard Kibum’s deep voice from inside call out, “Come in,” seemingly having known he was there despite his lack of noise.
He turned the door handle and pushed it open slowly to reveal the simple style of bedroom that they all had. Within it was a small side table with a lamp on it so that its light would illuminate half of the bed with a decent efficiency. The other side of the bed housed a small dresser and at the foot of the bed, a safe distance away and set into the wall, was a fire place. The room contained little else.
Spread over the bed, were papers and folders in neat piles. In the center of the mess sat his boss with a clipboard balanced on a knee and a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. The room was warm as Hangeng entered in response to Kibum’s beckoning, largely due to the fire that was burning in the fire place, and Kibum had taken off his tie at some point and unbuttoned the first four buttons of his dress shirt. Despite the open spread of the fabric that showed teasing hints of his chest and his rolled up cuffs, he still managed to look formal.
“You missed dinner,” Hangeng said. “Donghae sent me up here with food for you.” He held out the plate towards his boss.
“He did, did he?” Kibum asked, looking at him over the top of his glasses. “Somehow I don’t think he meant for me to eat the food.” Hangeng’s cheeks colored at the suggestion both in Kibum’s tone and look. “You can put it over there,” he said with a wave of his hand to indicate the dresser. Hangeng did as instructed, glad for the distraction from Kibum’s gaze.
As soon as the plate hit the surface of the dresser, Kibum’s voice rang out again, “Come here Hangeng.”
He couldn’t have stopped the shivers that ran down his spine if he had wanted to. Just the simple use of his given name, the way it was meant to be said in his native language sent a thrill through him. No one else could say it, that or they hadn’t bothered to try and they simply called him the Korean version of his name, Hankyung. Kibum was different. Kibum said his name, but usually only when it was the two of them and the syllables could roll of his tongue like butter.
Hangeng placed a knee on the bed, carefully restacking the papers in his way so that they wouldn’t be damaged as he crawled the short distance to his boss. “Remember China?” Kibum asked, his voice deep and his eyes dark.
His breath came in a shuddering inhale. How could he forget China? “Yes,” he murmured.
“Nothing has changed,” Kibum told him, watching him, as if waiting for him to make a move.
The words puzzled him for a moment and he wasn’t sure he fully understood their meaning. Everything had changed. He was in a new country, speaking a new language, with a new name. A new job was what he did in the day time, and although it was simply answering phones and organizing papers and calendars, he had never done that before. In the evening he went to new college classes that Kibum paid for, probably out of his own pocket, but the man would never admit to that. Nothing was the same.
Kibum, likely seeing his confusion, murmured “I still want you.”
“Oh,” Hangeng said stupidly before he could stop himself, apparently that part hadn’t changed. Kibum was wearing an amused smile on his face, the one he wore when he knew he had won and was thoroughly enjoying it. “But the rest,” he said gesturing to building as a whole which contained a good number of other employees.
“You are my friend from college in China. I don’t care what they think,” Kibum said simply. Hangeng noted that he didn’t mention the fact that Kibum was now his boss, or that he had not invited him back to Korea because they had slept together one night, but because he needed someone to be a Chinese translator and assistant, and Hangeng had fit that bill. He made an exasperated noise and Kibum’s smile widened.
“You are stalling,” Kibum murmured.
Hangeng knew he was right. If he hadn’t wanted to be there he could have simply left after delivering the food. His body was clearly interested and was already stirring thanks to the man in front of him. “You’re cheating,” he murmured in Mandarin.
“Yes,” Kibum answered in the same language and Hangeng looked at him in surprise. “Did you really think I would stand in a room full of possible business connections and not understand a word of what they were saying except through my translator?” he asked, switching back to Korean.
“But you hired me,” Hangeng replied, confused.
“I did. I needed someone I could trust to translate the finer points and translate my words to them. The longer they think I am a stupid youth who doesn’t know their language the more comfortable they feel saying whatever they want when my translator isn’t there,” Kibum said simply. As he spoke his fingers worked at the last few buttons down his shirt and then pulled it from beneath the edge of his pants until it was laid fully open in the front.
“Oh,” Hangeng muttered. He had never been foolish enough to think that Kibum was stupid.
“It is just a bonus that my translator is exquisitely sexy and phenomenal in bed,” Kibum said darkly. Hangeng muttered a few choice phrases in Chinese that his mother would have been appalled at and Kibum smirked. “You are very sexy when you speak like that.”
Hangeng had never been a forward man, but when Kibum’s fingers began drifting up his own chest he found it hard to resist not jumping the man. Somehow he held his ground, still warring over the fact of what was appropriate and not since the Kibum was now his boss.
Kibum, as if knowing the battle taking place in Hangeng’s head, slid his hand down his chest and stomach, down until he was cupping himself through his dress slacks. “You can just sit there and watch me too,” Kibum offered, “I like having someone look.”
“Bollocks,” Hangeng muttered a word from one of the shows he had watched earlier. He wasn’t sure what it meant but he thought that it might be appropriate.
“No more foreign dramas for you,” Kibum replied laughing lightly in a way that ended in a breathless noise. His hips thrust up into his own hand perhaps a bit more exaggeratedly then they would have otherwise and it was the last straw on Hangeng’s patience.
He dove forward, trying to fit his mouth to Kibum’s and his hands to Kibum’s body in one smooth motion. The attempt failed miserably and he managed to end up knocking Kibum’s glasses into his face and missing everything else entirely. To his credit, Kibum didn’t laugh, he simply pulled his glasses off with his free hand and put them on the table by the lamp. Then Hangeng was able to fit their lips together in a kiss that didn’t start nor end gentle and was more about the meshing of their lips and tongues, then any sort of careful press.
His hand had ended up on Kibum’s hip and it was almost sexier when he slid it over Kibum’s thigh to the place between his legs. He pushed Kibum’s hand out of the way and was pleased to find the beginnings of firmness outlined there. A moment later Hangeng pulled away from their lip lock so he could paint a trail of open mouth kisses down Kibum’s neck and stomach to the edge of his pants. He enjoyed ever gasp that Kibum made as he went and how his stomach fluttered beneath the gentle brush of lips.
Hangeng teased Kibum’s navel, drawing a light moan from him and a hand in his hair before he brought his free hand up to undo the button on his dress pants and following the natural line of his body lower. He would have been mortified if he had heard the mechanical whirring of something electronic repositioning, but he was far too focused on the noises that his boss was making as he moved pants and underwear out of the way just enough that he could get to what he wanted. He never noticed as his boss looked up, directly into the camera in the corner of the room, smirked darkly, and then groaned.
-*-*-*-*-*-
“He is so sucking him off,” Donghae murmured peering at the small screen.
“Well damn. I didn’t know our little Chinese boy had it in him,” Heechul muttered although a satisfied grin showed that he wasn’t to upset by the matter.
“That means I win,” Donghae crowed. “Hankyung made first oral contact. You all owe me.”
Behind them some of the men looked interested, bored, or disappointed. Siwon looked a bit green. “Heechul,” he muttered. “This is not right. We shouldn’t be watching them.”
“Hold on,” Heechul dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “It’s just getting to the good part.” He leaned closer to the screen for a moment, study the figures in it. “Damn look at those hips and that mouth.”
“Heechul!” Siwon said sharply.
“What babe?” the man asked, leaning back in his chair so he could get a good look at the man behind him. “You still have the finest hips in Korea.” Siwon colored at that and Heechul grinned. “Maybe I should put them to good use.”
“Hey,” Taemin said brightly as he walked into the room. “So this is where you all went. What are you all up to?” Siwon paled at the sound of his voice and Heechul got a particularly evil look in his eye.
“Ah Taemin. Why don’t you come see for yourself?” Heechul invited.
Taemin, either not having learned that voice meant trouble or not caring, moved forward until he could get a good look at the screen. “Oh,” he said dumbly when he could see.
“Welcome to the business world,” Heechul told him. Suddenly the screen went dark and several voices rang out in disappointment. “What the hell happened?!” Heechul snarled.
Siwon, standing by the wall with the cord to the monitor in his hand said threateningly, “Shows over, go find something else to do.”
There were sounds of disappointment but the men began to file out one by one until Heechul and Siwon were the only two left. “You ruin all of my fun.”
“If you would stop having fun at the expense of others I wouldn’t have to,” Siwon told him, not backing down. “It isn’t right to watch them no matter who they are, and certainly not right because he is our boss. Find something else to do.”
Heechul’s eyes raked over Siwon’s body, not trying to disguise how pleased he was by what he was seeing. “What if I find someone one to do?”
“Fine,” Siwon said curtly, but he didn’t protest when Heechul pressed their bodies together and their lips met in a surprisingly gentle kiss.
-*-*-*-*-*-
The knock on the door nearly made Heechul shout with excitement, Hangeng could tell. He could see the excitement in the man as he answered the door and then mauled the rescue personal exclaiming about how they were saved.
“I hope you all stayed warm, safe, and calm,” the rescue man said as soon as Siwon had pulled Heechul off of him.
“Oh we had plenty to do,” Heechul said with a leer sent towards Hangeng that made the Chinese man feel that he may have missed some of that conversation.
“Great, your cars are dug out and ready to go. There is a path back to the main road, as soon as you hit that you should be fine. Just take it slow,” the rescue worker told them.
Heechul pouted. “Oh but I like it fast and-”
Whatever he was going to say was cut off by Siwon’s hand over his mouth, “Thank you sir. We will be careful.”
An hour later the workers had left and everyone was loading luggage into their various vehicles. Kibum had indicated that he would prefer Hangeng to ride with him and so he had, trying dutiful to not send any looks that could be interpreted one way or another to their boss.
They had just locked their cabin and were all getting to their cars when Heechul exclaimed, “That was one hell of a company bonding trip! Next month I’m thinking tropical islands somewhere! That way when Hangeng and Kibum go at it, I can laugh at them for getting sand where they don’t want it.”
Among the laughter, Hangeng felt his cheeks color and he glanced at Kibum, certain that there would be nothing but trouble for him now. Kibum simply pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and placed them on his face to hide his eyes from the brightness of the snow. “Only if I can take pictures when you get a sunburn on your delicate bits because you won’t be able to resist laying outside naked,” Kibum replied smoothly. He didn’t wait to hear Heechul’s response, instead turning and reaching out to Hangeng. As they walked to Kibum’s car, the man’s hand on his back was warm.
AN: So this is mostly saanrio fault but partially my Heechul muses fault to. This one just wasn't coming to be and then I was talking to her one night and something that was said made my Heechul muse, of all of the muses, to step up and decide that he liked it and wanted to write something for her.... Hope you enjoy this dear.