(Fic) KKBB: Hard at Work
Just a tiny little PWP fluffy bit inspired by a drawing by submergedmemory, which you can find here: http://submergedmemory.livejournal.com/8596.html?#cutid1 I originally wrote this in the comments on there, but it was terribly messy, so I cleaned it up a bit. :) I rather like it, silly as it is. I hope you guys like it too.
Also, LJ is being a bitch again.
Title: Hard at Work
Fandom: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Characters: Perry Van Shrike, Harry Lockhart
Summary: Procrastination can be so inspiring
Disclaimer: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and all characters therein belong to Shane Black & co.
Rating: PG-13, for brief coarse language and sexual content
Words: 403
Perry looked up for the third time to see Harry staring at him from across the office. The younger man had been idling at his desk all day, working through the stack of paperwork on his desk more slowly than usual. Perry understood perfectly; he wasn’t fond of paperwork either, and both of them had far too much energy to be stuck inside at a desk today. But it did have to get done.
Fifteen minutes later, he took another look. Harry was still staring at him, and the paper he had in front of him was the same one that had been there forty-five minutes ago. Finally, under the strain of his own boredom paired with Harry‘s slacking, Perry’s temper snapped. He slammed his pen down on the table and glared. "Dammit, Harry, focus on your work!"
Harry smirked and propped his head up on his arm. "I am focusing."
Perry narrowed his eyes, and opened his mouth to say something, then shut it with a snap when the younger man abruptly stood up. Perry watched with interest uncertainty as Harry positively slinked across the room and pulled Perry's chair away from his desk. The brunette somehow managed to straddle Perry's lap, wedging his knees in between Perry and the arms of the desk chair and getting the both of them well and thoroughly stuck in the tight space.
Very tight, if the state of Harry's jeans was any indication.
The ex-thief leaned down and skimmed his breath over Perry's ear. "Oh yes, I'm working very hard," he whispered lasciviously.
The detective's eyes widened and he instinctively grasped Harry’s waist, trying to wrestle his libido back under control. Unfortunately, his excellent senses had turned their full attention to three points: A) a clever tongue, tracing the outer edge of his ear. B) the warm skin of Harry’s abdomen under his hands, C) a distinct, hard, heated bulge at Harry's groin, being pressed against his lower stomach.
Harry then nearly ruined the entire sexy effect by sitting back on Perry's thighs and waggling his eyebrows with an amused grin. It should have looked ridiculous, but somehow, Harry could make that of all things actually look good.
Perry promptly decided he didn't care how much work they finished today. He seized Harry by the head and pulled him in for a kiss.
'Well, at least I know he can focus on something,' Perry thought.