One for the Money [oneshot]
Title: One for the Money
Rating: PG13 ('for more mature themes' *gigglesnort*)
Form: Oneshot
Words: 1,402
Genre: ...drama? Maybe? What do you call this??
Summary: There's a pretty man waiting for him at the reception desk, ready to make his night whatever he wants it to be.
A/N: Nobody's posting on detox. *pouts* I dunnos if it's because it's exam season or what, but there's been markedly less postage going on in the last month, which saddens me. So. I... must have decided to make up for this or something. Lookit all the random fic!!! >_<;;
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It’s dim when he steps out of the elevator, cool but not chilly - the perfect temperature. The heavy wood and expensive carpet greet him, and he walks the few steps to the reception desk. The man behind it looks up, eyes turning from expectancy to the warmth of recognition.
“Yunho.” He says, and there’s a warm welcome in his voice. He steps out from behind the austere desk, his slim body twisting out easily as he steps up to greet Yunho. He’s wearing a white collared shirt, over which a very fitted black jacket sits, tucking in at his waist and flaring out over his hips, flattering the man’s already perfect form. His equally fitted black pants hug to his thighs, tucked down into expensive, stylish leather boots. His face is pale and radiant as it turns upwards to kiss Yunho’s cheeks, his hands resting on Yunho’s forearms.
“It’s been some time.” He says, with a coy smile. Yunho smirks down at him, an arm casually resting around his waist. They walk, together, through the open doorways into the equally dim entertainment area, more wood and lavish furnishing greeting them.
“It has.” Yunho agrees. He reaches over with his free hand, running it over the pale cheek, so soft to touch. “I’ve been missing you.” He tells the man, eyes hooded. The man laughs, rewarding him with another sly, coy smile.
“Of course you have.” The man agrees easily, silky dark hair shifting over his neck as he turns his head, motioning for one of the men lurking in the dimness. Two hurry off, one towards the entrance to man the abandoned desk, the other to the kitchens. Some of the people at the tables look up, admiring the striking couple. Whispers of the dark haired beauty start up; the unusual sight of him on the floor, accompanied, firing up their imaginations. More then one person eyes Yunho with envy as he leads his companion away.
The pair, ignoring those around them, settle into a secluded booth, the slim, pretty man sliding easily into Yunho’s side, crossing his legs away and looking at him from the corner of his eye.
“And how have you been?” He asks, husky voice low and inviting. Yunho pulls out a cigarette case from his jacket pocket, taking one and offering the stylish box towards the other man. The man takes one as well, leaning close to catch the flame of Yunho’s silver lighter.
Full lips close on the cancerous stick, and Yunho watches him breath out a heavy, aromatic cloud of smoke before answering.
“Busy. I made partner last month.” Yunho said, attention on the curve of his companion’s long neck more then his own words. He takes a lazy puff of the cigarette, the rush of nicotine and heat in his lungs like a mellowed aphrodisiac in his blood.
Eyebrows raised, Yunho is graced with a full smile and a nudge to his shoulder.
“Did you now? Well then, congratulations are in order, I’d say.” Yunho scoffs at the tone of the words, and tilts his companion’s face towards him, getting a heated look in return. Smoke is blown into slightly parted lips from slightly parted lips, and he smirks, drinking in the deadened air before claiming the soft lips with his own. There’s smoke and alcohol on his mouth, and the low rumble of desire smolders inside as the small wet tongue meets his own.
He pulls back to heavy lidded eyes, and the man licks his lips lasciviously, remaining close until Yunho releases his grip, letting him sit back again. He takes another drag, moist lips pouting into the touch of tobacco.
“Champagne for you sir,” is the interruption, a young man serving a bottle of Moet straight to the table with two elegant flutes. He makes to cork the bottle, but the pretty man stops him, waving him away.
“I’ll do it. Thank you, Jiseung.” He says, dismissing the server with an elegant flick of his hands. The young man bows to them both and leaves unobtrusively, while the cigarette is put out into the black ashtray.
Yunho watches with some amusement as deft, strong hands remove the foil and loosen the wiring, the low pop of the cork barely heard amongst the low sultry music that fills the room. He can see the white froth bubbling to the lip, but it does not spill over, and instead the two flutes are filled.
Seated again, closer this time, the glasses are raised.
“To you. To making it in the world.” Is offered, and Yunho just dips his head in acknowledgement. Half the glass is gone when he places it back on the table, impatient with the drink. The other man still holds his however, hanging casually from two fingers as dark eyes meet his from under dark lashes.
“Does this mean we can expect to see you more, or less from now on?” The question is dry, and Yunho laughs, drawing an arm down around the man’s shoulders and bringing his cigarette to his lips once more. He offers it, and those full lips brush his fingers as the offer is accepted.
“We?” Yunho asks, amusedly. His companion smiles back wirily.
“Me.” He corrects himself with the prompting. Yunho does not come here for anyone else, never had.
“Hm. I should hope more.” Yunho watches him drink some more, studying the well manicured fingers around the flute. “More money, of course, but less time.”
His companion turns, nose near in Yunho’s neck, hot breath across his skin sending tingles down his spine. “I’m sure you could make time.” The response is low, and the body beside him is suddenly all that much more warmer.
“For you? Anything is possible.” Yunho’s reply is musing, but they both know it’s anything but.
“You spoil me.”
“I’d like to.” The response is thoughtless and immediate this time, and Yunho is the one that flags down one of the lurking shadows. “Strawberries,” he requests “And sugar.”
The dark beauty laughs, rewarding him with a kiss on the jaw. “You certainly know how.”
They talk in lazy, low voices until the strawberries come, and Yunho gets a dab of sugar, a dribble of juice and a long, simmering kiss. He offers the same in return, and the strawberries are devoured between them. Talk and champagne fill the spaces between, long meandering thoughts and inconsequential comments the staple of their conversation.
The last strawberry is swallowed, leaving a red stain over full lips that Yunho endeavors to lick away, and the last of the champagne is downed, the lingering taste shared between them as witty commentaries are exchanged. Reaching inside his jacket, Yunho pulls a silver clip of money, peeling out a few of the crisp notes. They are folded into a pale hand, which takes it wordlessly to tuck into his own jacket pockets. He leans forward to kiss Yunho on the cheek, chaste and lingering. Yunho stands first, offering his hand to the pretty man, who takes it daintily and stands in one movement, hooking his hand into Yunho’s elbow. They walk, sedately, back to the door, the room far less filled now then it had been.
At the door, they pause, and Yunho raises a hand, swiping his thumb over the full lips and looking over the cool, coldly pretty face. He doesn’t mind the coolness however, as he sees the warmth in the dark eyes. The man smiles at him slightly, leaning up to press another kiss against his cheek.
“It was good to see you, Yunho.” He tells his only remaining patron, a man he’d been entertaining since he was just a university graduate celebrating his friend’s birthday.
“And you.” Yunho agrees. “A wonderful evening, as always.”
“I do try.” He replies, cheekily, and Yunho laughs. “Do come back soon.” His request is met with a smile, and Yunho nods.
“As soon as I’m possibly able.” He agrees once more. The hand drops from the crook of his arm, and he bows to his companion, who laughs at his mocking chivalry. He steps out from the room, his pretty companion fading into the dimness as he goes to the desk to settle his account for the visit. Then he’s in the bright elevator, blinking against the sudden light, and leaving the fantasy world of smoke and beauty and idle conversation.
Until next time.
Rating: PG13 ('for more mature themes' *gigglesnort*)
Form: Oneshot
Words: 1,402
Genre: ...drama? Maybe? What do you call this??
Summary: There's a pretty man waiting for him at the reception desk, ready to make his night whatever he wants it to be.
A/N: Nobody's posting on detox. *pouts* I dunnos if it's because it's exam season or what, but there's been markedly less postage going on in the last month, which saddens me. So. I... must have decided to make up for this or something. Lookit all the random fic!!! >_<;;
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It’s dim when he steps out of the elevator, cool but not chilly - the perfect temperature. The heavy wood and expensive carpet greet him, and he walks the few steps to the reception desk. The man behind it looks up, eyes turning from expectancy to the warmth of recognition.
“Yunho.” He says, and there’s a warm welcome in his voice. He steps out from behind the austere desk, his slim body twisting out easily as he steps up to greet Yunho. He’s wearing a white collared shirt, over which a very fitted black jacket sits, tucking in at his waist and flaring out over his hips, flattering the man’s already perfect form. His equally fitted black pants hug to his thighs, tucked down into expensive, stylish leather boots. His face is pale and radiant as it turns upwards to kiss Yunho’s cheeks, his hands resting on Yunho’s forearms.
“It’s been some time.” He says, with a coy smile. Yunho smirks down at him, an arm casually resting around his waist. They walk, together, through the open doorways into the equally dim entertainment area, more wood and lavish furnishing greeting them.
“It has.” Yunho agrees. He reaches over with his free hand, running it over the pale cheek, so soft to touch. “I’ve been missing you.” He tells the man, eyes hooded. The man laughs, rewarding him with another sly, coy smile.
“Of course you have.” The man agrees easily, silky dark hair shifting over his neck as he turns his head, motioning for one of the men lurking in the dimness. Two hurry off, one towards the entrance to man the abandoned desk, the other to the kitchens. Some of the people at the tables look up, admiring the striking couple. Whispers of the dark haired beauty start up; the unusual sight of him on the floor, accompanied, firing up their imaginations. More then one person eyes Yunho with envy as he leads his companion away.
The pair, ignoring those around them, settle into a secluded booth, the slim, pretty man sliding easily into Yunho’s side, crossing his legs away and looking at him from the corner of his eye.
“And how have you been?” He asks, husky voice low and inviting. Yunho pulls out a cigarette case from his jacket pocket, taking one and offering the stylish box towards the other man. The man takes one as well, leaning close to catch the flame of Yunho’s silver lighter.
Full lips close on the cancerous stick, and Yunho watches him breath out a heavy, aromatic cloud of smoke before answering.
“Busy. I made partner last month.” Yunho said, attention on the curve of his companion’s long neck more then his own words. He takes a lazy puff of the cigarette, the rush of nicotine and heat in his lungs like a mellowed aphrodisiac in his blood.
Eyebrows raised, Yunho is graced with a full smile and a nudge to his shoulder.
“Did you now? Well then, congratulations are in order, I’d say.” Yunho scoffs at the tone of the words, and tilts his companion’s face towards him, getting a heated look in return. Smoke is blown into slightly parted lips from slightly parted lips, and he smirks, drinking in the deadened air before claiming the soft lips with his own. There’s smoke and alcohol on his mouth, and the low rumble of desire smolders inside as the small wet tongue meets his own.
He pulls back to heavy lidded eyes, and the man licks his lips lasciviously, remaining close until Yunho releases his grip, letting him sit back again. He takes another drag, moist lips pouting into the touch of tobacco.
“Champagne for you sir,” is the interruption, a young man serving a bottle of Moet straight to the table with two elegant flutes. He makes to cork the bottle, but the pretty man stops him, waving him away.
“I’ll do it. Thank you, Jiseung.” He says, dismissing the server with an elegant flick of his hands. The young man bows to them both and leaves unobtrusively, while the cigarette is put out into the black ashtray.
Yunho watches with some amusement as deft, strong hands remove the foil and loosen the wiring, the low pop of the cork barely heard amongst the low sultry music that fills the room. He can see the white froth bubbling to the lip, but it does not spill over, and instead the two flutes are filled.
Seated again, closer this time, the glasses are raised.
“To you. To making it in the world.” Is offered, and Yunho just dips his head in acknowledgement. Half the glass is gone when he places it back on the table, impatient with the drink. The other man still holds his however, hanging casually from two fingers as dark eyes meet his from under dark lashes.
“Does this mean we can expect to see you more, or less from now on?” The question is dry, and Yunho laughs, drawing an arm down around the man’s shoulders and bringing his cigarette to his lips once more. He offers it, and those full lips brush his fingers as the offer is accepted.
“We?” Yunho asks, amusedly. His companion smiles back wirily.
“Me.” He corrects himself with the prompting. Yunho does not come here for anyone else, never had.
“Hm. I should hope more.” Yunho watches him drink some more, studying the well manicured fingers around the flute. “More money, of course, but less time.”
His companion turns, nose near in Yunho’s neck, hot breath across his skin sending tingles down his spine. “I’m sure you could make time.” The response is low, and the body beside him is suddenly all that much more warmer.
“For you? Anything is possible.” Yunho’s reply is musing, but they both know it’s anything but.
“You spoil me.”
“I’d like to.” The response is thoughtless and immediate this time, and Yunho is the one that flags down one of the lurking shadows. “Strawberries,” he requests “And sugar.”
The dark beauty laughs, rewarding him with a kiss on the jaw. “You certainly know how.”
They talk in lazy, low voices until the strawberries come, and Yunho gets a dab of sugar, a dribble of juice and a long, simmering kiss. He offers the same in return, and the strawberries are devoured between them. Talk and champagne fill the spaces between, long meandering thoughts and inconsequential comments the staple of their conversation.
The last strawberry is swallowed, leaving a red stain over full lips that Yunho endeavors to lick away, and the last of the champagne is downed, the lingering taste shared between them as witty commentaries are exchanged. Reaching inside his jacket, Yunho pulls a silver clip of money, peeling out a few of the crisp notes. They are folded into a pale hand, which takes it wordlessly to tuck into his own jacket pockets. He leans forward to kiss Yunho on the cheek, chaste and lingering. Yunho stands first, offering his hand to the pretty man, who takes it daintily and stands in one movement, hooking his hand into Yunho’s elbow. They walk, sedately, back to the door, the room far less filled now then it had been.
At the door, they pause, and Yunho raises a hand, swiping his thumb over the full lips and looking over the cool, coldly pretty face. He doesn’t mind the coolness however, as he sees the warmth in the dark eyes. The man smiles at him slightly, leaning up to press another kiss against his cheek.
“It was good to see you, Yunho.” He tells his only remaining patron, a man he’d been entertaining since he was just a university graduate celebrating his friend’s birthday.
“And you.” Yunho agrees. “A wonderful evening, as always.”
“I do try.” He replies, cheekily, and Yunho laughs. “Do come back soon.” His request is met with a smile, and Yunho nods.
“As soon as I’m possibly able.” He agrees once more. The hand drops from the crook of his arm, and he bows to his companion, who laughs at his mocking chivalry. He steps out from the room, his pretty companion fading into the dimness as he goes to the desk to settle his account for the visit. Then he’s in the bright elevator, blinking against the sudden light, and leaving the fantasy world of smoke and beauty and idle conversation.
Until next time.