Fic: Work
Title: Work
Pairing: Junsu/Yunho
Rating: R
Summary: Bossman!Yunho and secretary/coffeeboy!Junsu
HAHAHA WHAT. I just had to, I'm sorry, just XD I really wanted bossman!Yunho -wilts- This is for saillant who wanted Hosu. THANK YOU FOR THE LAYOUT I love it (and you, of course =P) and HAHA I apologise for this, it's really not very good. Best thing I like about it is how it fits into the hooker!verse (which is growing on me, really). Uh. Sort of, anyway. Ahahaha.
This time Junsu comes bearing more than just Yunho’s customary cup of morning coffee. Yunho is busy with his papers -signing, reshuffling, setting aside- when Junsu enters, nudges the door closed, approaches.
“Your coffee, sir.”
There is an extra sway to his walk, a subtle difference to the curve of his smile and the weight of those familiar words, in syllables, slow to roll off the tongue, in intonation. Yunho registers only mild surprise -nothing fazes him much anymore- until Junsu stops, stands, waits.
His eyes track the carefully tousled hair, the red, red lips, the close fitting white shirt, top two buttons carelessly left undone. When Junsu smiles again he realizes he’s being treated to a show.
He picks up the cup, takes a sip, turns back to his work. “This is fine. I’ll leave you to your work now, Junsu.”
He isn’t sure when Junsu moves but suddenly the other man is on the wrong side of the desk. This, however, does startle Yunho enough to make him jerk backwards. “Careful”, Junsu’s tone is admonishing, hand reaching out to steady Yunho’s arm before he can spill any on himself. Yunho raises an eyebrow when Junsu doesn’t move, when his fingers linger.
“You can go now, Junsu.”
For an instant he glimpses a flicker of something -chagrin? annoyance?- cross Junsu’s face before the sultry smile reasserts itself. “But, sir”, voice in his ear, close enough for Yunho to catch a hint of his aftershave, “this is work.”
Somehow Yunho manages a dry laugh. “This was never part of the job description.”
Junsu draws away, lips pursing thoughtfully. “No,” he admits at last, then grins, bright, suggestive, entirely wicked, before settling himself firmly in Yunho’s lap, voice dropping an octave lower, “until now, anyway.”
Yunho is slightly impressed with himself and the way his voice manages to come out steady. “I do so love a lack of ethics in my subordinates.”
“I know.” Junsu draws away, laughs at Yunho’s incredulous expression, leans down to kiss it away. Junsu is at once pliant and teasing, leaning in and then drawing away, until Yunho growls, grasps his open collar, pulls him in firmly.
When they break apart Junsu is flushed, panting, entirely too satisfied. “I believe, sir”, and Yunho can hear the laugh in his voice, even with his lips on the line of Yunho’s jaw, “you said something about a lack of ethics.” Yunho makes a sound in the back of his throat, frustration and half-denial and annoyance all rolled into one; doesn’t deign to reply. Junsu’s fingers are deft, roaming, his hands already on Yunho’s tie when Yunho reaches out to stop him.
“Leave the shirt.”
Junsu pouts slightly, shrugs, climbs off Yunho’s lap and on to his knees. He is well on his way to undoing the clasp of Yunho’s pants -belt already chucked under the desk- when the phone rings. Junsu freezes, looks up, shrugs again and turns back to his work. Yunho sighs, reaches for the intercom button -oh that’s nice-, pushes it.
Junsu chooses that moment to exhale, and oh, fuck. “Yes?” He barely gets out, cursing himself for sounding so strangled, fingers threading in Junsu’s dark hair, not so subtly nudging his head downwards.
“Mr. Jung? Are you alright?”
Junsu pauses to smirk up at him. Yunho bares his teeth, then has to clamp his lips shut when Junsu starts to lick, slow, languid, lazy, from the bottom up, pausing at the top to swirl, with his tongue, and Yunho contemplates kicking him away.
“Ah, I- I’m fine. You’re here early.”
“It’s just, you said you wanted those documents to do with the Shin Corp deal. I can hand them to you now, if you want-”
“No! I mean, it’s fine. Come in later. Before lunch.”
“Ah, um. Okay, sir.” The voice sounds wary, curious, concerned, and Yunho hangs up gratefully.
“Bastar- unnghh.” Yunho closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to see Junsu’s expression, leans back, abandons the notion of talking for the next fifteen minutes or so.
Junsu zips him up almost tenderly afterwards and stands to straighten his shirt, still licking at his lips, and Yunho has to resist the urge to pull him back in. Instead he straightens, adjusts at his glasses, clears his throat. “You can get back to work now, Junsu.”
Junsu smothers a laugh with the palm of his hand, leans down to kiss the corner of Yunho’s mouth. “Yes, sir.” He is halfway out the door when Yunho speaks. Junsu pauses, turns back, but Yunho’s gaze is still firmly fixed on his work, his hand writing, writing.
“Bring me coffee again in the evening.”
Coff- Oh. Right. Junsu wills his expression back to neutrality.
“As you wish, sir.”
Pairing: Junsu/Yunho
Rating: R
Summary: Bossman!Yunho and secretary/coffeeboy!Junsu
HAHAHA WHAT. I just had to, I'm sorry, just XD I really wanted bossman!Yunho -wilts- This is for saillant who wanted Hosu. THANK YOU FOR THE LAYOUT I love it (and you, of course =P) and HAHA I apologise for this, it's really not very good. Best thing I like about it is how it fits into the hooker!verse (which is growing on me, really). Uh. Sort of, anyway. Ahahaha.
This time Junsu comes bearing more than just Yunho’s customary cup of morning coffee. Yunho is busy with his papers -signing, reshuffling, setting aside- when Junsu enters, nudges the door closed, approaches.
“Your coffee, sir.”
There is an extra sway to his walk, a subtle difference to the curve of his smile and the weight of those familiar words, in syllables, slow to roll off the tongue, in intonation. Yunho registers only mild surprise -nothing fazes him much anymore- until Junsu stops, stands, waits.
His eyes track the carefully tousled hair, the red, red lips, the close fitting white shirt, top two buttons carelessly left undone. When Junsu smiles again he realizes he’s being treated to a show.
He picks up the cup, takes a sip, turns back to his work. “This is fine. I’ll leave you to your work now, Junsu.”
He isn’t sure when Junsu moves but suddenly the other man is on the wrong side of the desk. This, however, does startle Yunho enough to make him jerk backwards. “Careful”, Junsu’s tone is admonishing, hand reaching out to steady Yunho’s arm before he can spill any on himself. Yunho raises an eyebrow when Junsu doesn’t move, when his fingers linger.
“You can go now, Junsu.”
For an instant he glimpses a flicker of something -chagrin? annoyance?- cross Junsu’s face before the sultry smile reasserts itself. “But, sir”, voice in his ear, close enough for Yunho to catch a hint of his aftershave, “this is work.”
Somehow Yunho manages a dry laugh. “This was never part of the job description.”
Junsu draws away, lips pursing thoughtfully. “No,” he admits at last, then grins, bright, suggestive, entirely wicked, before settling himself firmly in Yunho’s lap, voice dropping an octave lower, “until now, anyway.”
Yunho is slightly impressed with himself and the way his voice manages to come out steady. “I do so love a lack of ethics in my subordinates.”
“I know.” Junsu draws away, laughs at Yunho’s incredulous expression, leans down to kiss it away. Junsu is at once pliant and teasing, leaning in and then drawing away, until Yunho growls, grasps his open collar, pulls him in firmly.
When they break apart Junsu is flushed, panting, entirely too satisfied. “I believe, sir”, and Yunho can hear the laugh in his voice, even with his lips on the line of Yunho’s jaw, “you said something about a lack of ethics.” Yunho makes a sound in the back of his throat, frustration and half-denial and annoyance all rolled into one; doesn’t deign to reply. Junsu’s fingers are deft, roaming, his hands already on Yunho’s tie when Yunho reaches out to stop him.
“Leave the shirt.”
Junsu pouts slightly, shrugs, climbs off Yunho’s lap and on to his knees. He is well on his way to undoing the clasp of Yunho’s pants -belt already chucked under the desk- when the phone rings. Junsu freezes, looks up, shrugs again and turns back to his work. Yunho sighs, reaches for the intercom button -oh that’s nice-, pushes it.
Junsu chooses that moment to exhale, and oh, fuck. “Yes?” He barely gets out, cursing himself for sounding so strangled, fingers threading in Junsu’s dark hair, not so subtly nudging his head downwards.
“Mr. Jung? Are you alright?”
Junsu pauses to smirk up at him. Yunho bares his teeth, then has to clamp his lips shut when Junsu starts to lick, slow, languid, lazy, from the bottom up, pausing at the top to swirl, with his tongue, and Yunho contemplates kicking him away.
“Ah, I- I’m fine. You’re here early.”
“It’s just, you said you wanted those documents to do with the Shin Corp deal. I can hand them to you now, if you want-”
“No! I mean, it’s fine. Come in later. Before lunch.”
“Ah, um. Okay, sir.” The voice sounds wary, curious, concerned, and Yunho hangs up gratefully.
“Bastar- unnghh.” Yunho closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to see Junsu’s expression, leans back, abandons the notion of talking for the next fifteen minutes or so.
Junsu zips him up almost tenderly afterwards and stands to straighten his shirt, still licking at his lips, and Yunho has to resist the urge to pull him back in. Instead he straightens, adjusts at his glasses, clears his throat. “You can get back to work now, Junsu.”
Junsu smothers a laugh with the palm of his hand, leans down to kiss the corner of Yunho’s mouth. “Yes, sir.” He is halfway out the door when Yunho speaks. Junsu pauses, turns back, but Yunho’s gaze is still firmly fixed on his work, his hand writing, writing.
“Bring me coffee again in the evening.”
Coff- Oh. Right. Junsu wills his expression back to neutrality.
“As you wish, sir.”