Coded Messages.
Title: Coded Messages.
Fandom: Yuugiou.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Ryuuji/Seto
Summary: Ryuuji's bored during a meeting. Seto's used to Ryuuji being impulsive. Short little drabble.
Coded Messages.
Ryuuji was tapping his pen against the table. Repeatedly. He was bored. The conference on isothermic virtual reality suits was incredibly dull, the demo reel was nothing special and Seto was -- for some reason -- actually interested in it. Or pretending to be. Ryuuji didn't particularly care which. He just wanted to get out of there and go home.
Out of sheer mischief, he switched his random tapping to Morse Code instead, repeatedly sending -.. . .- .-. ... . - --- -.- .- .. -... .- .. .-- .- -. - - --- ... ..- -.-. -.- -.-- --- ..- .-. -.-. --- -.-. -.- -.-- -..-. -.
The sound of his name in Morse code caught Seto's attention, his mind automatically translating Iwanttosuckyourocky/ndearsetokaibaIwantto. He tapped out in return -.--, his body having a much more rapid access to his hand than his mind.
For a second, Ryuuji's tapping stilled, then he grinned, even as he appeared to be still looking at the screen and asked -.-. --- -. ..-. .. .-. -- ..--..
Ryuuji had asked confirm?. Seto had a chance to say no, but then he'd spend the entire meeting watching Ryuuji pout and do obscene things to that pen.
He knew that from experience; it had been an excruciating experience he had no wish to repeat.
Instead, he tapped out y again, leaned back in his chair and waited for the quick flicker that would indicate the Ryuuji opposite him was just a hologram and his boyfriend was under the table, about to make the meeting less boring for both of them.
Fandom: Yuugiou.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Ryuuji/Seto
Summary: Ryuuji's bored during a meeting. Seto's used to Ryuuji being impulsive. Short little drabble.
Coded Messages.
Ryuuji was tapping his pen against the table. Repeatedly. He was bored. The conference on isothermic virtual reality suits was incredibly dull, the demo reel was nothing special and Seto was -- for some reason -- actually interested in it. Or pretending to be. Ryuuji didn't particularly care which. He just wanted to get out of there and go home.
Out of sheer mischief, he switched his random tapping to Morse Code instead, repeatedly sending -.. . .- .-. ... . - --- -.- .- .. -... .- .. .-- .- -. - - --- ... ..- -.-. -.- -.-- --- ..- .-. -.-. --- -.-. -.- -.-- -..-. -.
The sound of his name in Morse code caught Seto's attention, his mind automatically translating Iwanttosuckyourocky/ndearsetokaibaIwantto. He tapped out in return -.--, his body having a much more rapid access to his hand than his mind.
For a second, Ryuuji's tapping stilled, then he grinned, even as he appeared to be still looking at the screen and asked -.-. --- -. ..-. .. .-. -- ..--..
Ryuuji had asked confirm?. Seto had a chance to say no, but then he'd spend the entire meeting watching Ryuuji pout and do obscene things to that pen.
He knew that from experience; it had been an excruciating experience he had no wish to repeat.
Instead, he tapped out y again, leaned back in his chair and waited for the quick flicker that would indicate the Ryuuji opposite him was just a hologram and his boyfriend was under the table, about to make the meeting less boring for both of them.