Title: Strategic Planning 5/?
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul (side KangTeuk, KyuMin, Eunhae, YeWook)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: AU, chaptered, Comedy
Disclaimer: If I owned them, everyone would know it. :D
Summary: Hankyung works for The Man. And The Man is a total pain in the……
Notes: Dedicated to
convicted_eyes because she is awesome and supportive and generally made of WIN!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Hankyung and Heechul do manage to focus enough to finish the last of the stacks of stapled packets, even though they both continue glancing surreptitiously at each other over the table at each other.
Despite the monotony of the job, they settle into a comfortable silence that Hankyung enjoys more than he ever thought he would. Unfortunately the peace is broken by another discovery of a string of letters in amongst the numbers. Heechul’s face falls when he finds it, sitting there like a wolf in a herd of sheep.
“I don’t know what it could be.” He says, and Hankyung can clearly hear the worry in his voice.
“You may not know this, but Ryeowook is somewhat of a genius with this kind of thing. You should give them to him on Monday morning and see if he can figure it out.” Hankyung says as he places the stacks back into neat piles for tomorrow.
“Wook?” Heechul scoffs. “He’s afraid of his own shadow.”
Hankyung frowns. “No he’s not. He’s afraid of you.”
“I didn’t do anyth--” Heechul begins, but the look in Hankyung’s eyes makes him pause. “OK fine so I MAY have called him a frightened little mouse once. But the kid needs to grow thicker skin.” Heechul huffs.
“Or instead of growing thicker skin, he needs to be treated kindly.” Hankyung says. “By you, because you’re his boss.”
Heechul scowls, and he opens his mouth to say something. But instead he withdraws, looks away and sighs. “Honey. Right. I get it.” He says quietly. Hankyung watches all the emotion play over his face clearly, and he wonders if Heechul knows how easily he can be read. Heechul takes a deep breath and stands up. “It’s 5:12. You can go home now. We’ll do the analyzing tomorrow. Be back here at 8:00am.” Heechul says.
Hankyung notices that Heechul is once more is avoiding looking at him directly. He’s studiously tidying up, and it occurs to him that Heechul just expects him to bolt the second he says he can go home. Instead, Hankyung walks around the other side of the table and takes Heechul’s hand, stopping him from shuffling papers. Heechul looks at him in surprise.
“What?”
“Why are you suddenly avoiding looking at me?” Hankyung asks, letting go of Heechul’s hand. Immediately Heechul looks back at the table.
“I’m not.” He says smoothly.
Hankyung stands there, waiting. He’s been watching this man for too many years now to know that silence makes Heechul a bit crazy. Seconds tick by, and Hankyung waits, knowing that if he is patient enough, Heechul will either snap and start yelling or give in and tell him what’s wrong.
Finally, Heechul picks up his cell phone and pockets it, then looks Hankyung directly in the eye. “I said you could go home.” His voice is even and empty, devoid of any kind of emotion that Hankyung knows he is capable of.
“Ahh.” Hankyung says knowingly. “That’s it? No ‘thanks for the help’? No ‘thanks for kissing me until I couldn’t breathe’?”
Heechul’s eyes flare brightly and he opens his mouth with a snappy retort, but swallows it instead. “Thank you for your help today, Hankyung.” He says shortly, then pushes past Hankyung on his way to his office.
“Oh I don’t think so.” Hankyung says, following him, stomping along behind. Heechul enters his office and turns around to give Hankyung a look.
“What? I said you could go home.”
Hankyung walks right up to him, and he can see the way Heechul stiffens. But to his credit, he stands his ground.
“What happened?” Hankyung asks. “One minute we were kissing and now you’re acting weird. I’m not going home until you tell me.”
“Nothing has changed.” Heechul says, taking the chance to look away while he tosses his pen and highlighter in his desk drawer. “I’m still your boss.”
“Oh so that’s what happened. I reminded you of who we are to each other. Is that it?” Hankyung says quietly, despite the anger bubbling under the surface.
Heechul lifts his face, his expression carefully blank. “It’s how things are, even if we want it to be different. At the end of the day, I’m still your boss.”
Hankyung glances at the clock on Heechul’s office wall. “It’s 5:19. It IS the end of the day. We’re off the clock now.”
Heechul glares at him, and it’s the first sign of emotion since they started this conversation, and Hankyung feels the knot in his chest loosen slightly. He instinctively knows that irritating Heechul enough to force him into saying what he really feels is the only way he figures out what’s going on in the man’s brain.
“Go home.” Heechul says flatly.
With anyone else, in any other circumstance, it would hurt and make him cringe to be so coldly dismissed. But he knows Heechul, and he knows this is his way of protecting himself. Even now he’s building the walls around himself, shutting Hankyung out again.
“No.” Hankyung says firmly. “Not until you tell me…are you afraid for yourself, or me?”
“What do you mean?” Heechul frowns.
“I mean…are you afraid of losing your job, or are you afraid I’ll lose mine if we’re caught?”
Heechul sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “We’re not going to get fired, because we’re not going to do anything to GET caught.”
“We’re not?” Hankyung manages to smile. “Are you saying you don’t want me to kiss you again?”
Heechul huffs and crosses his arms. “No.”
“No you don’t want me to kiss you…or no, you do?”
Heechul blinks at him for a second as he tries to pick apart and analyze that sentence, but while he’s busy trying to come up with the correct answer, Hankyung steps closer.
“I think maybe we should--” Heechul begins, but Hankyung is tired of talking.
“I think maybe you should stop talking and stop being my boss for a while. I think you should loosen up and accept the fact that I’m going to kiss you again.”
Heechul wavers, and that’s enough for Hankyung. He reaches out and snags Heechul’s waist, dragging him towards him. Heechul just stares at him for a moment, close enough that Hankyung can once again see those impossibly long and perfect lashes against pale skin.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Heechul whispers, and there it is again…that tiny little vulnerable side of him that has managed to hook Hankyung like a fish on a line.
“Because I like seeing you this way.”
“What way?” Heechul asks, his own fingers finding their way around Hankyung’s arms.
“Like you’re not in charge, and you’re not stomping around, bitching and pissed off, and you’re confused, and you’re unsure, and you want it as much as I do.”
A few seconds tick by as Heechul absorbs this outside view of himself. Hankyung knows the moment that Heechul gives in, because his whole body relaxes. He shifts his hands to move over Hankyung’s chest and smiles.
“I think you should stop talking and kiss me now.”
Hankyung doesn’t waste any time on fulfilling that honey sweet request.
~~
When he opens his eyes the next morning to the sound of his alarm clock pinging a familiar melody, he doesn’t groan. In fact, he sits up in bed, reaches over and shuts off the alarm without even considering the snooze button.
Hankyung goes straight to the shower (even though he’d taken a very long, very cold shower the night before). He makes himself some breakfast, and eats it as he ponders what to wear today. It’s Sunday, and he’ll be alone with Heechul again all day.
He chuckles slightly at the knowledge that only a few days ago, the prospect of spending nine hours alone with Heechul would have made him depressed. Now, he can feel his heart slamming around in his chest.
He bypasses his normal work suits and pulls out a white shirt, black jacket and a pair of faded and tight jeans. He fusses with his hair until it’s just right, then brushes his teeth and steps back to review the whole effect.
Damn, I look pretty good. he muses. At least this morning he isn’t hung over and exhausted. This morning he’s not going to toss his cookies first thing, or spend the morning in uncomfortable hell.
No, this morning he’s going in prepared for anything.
I wonder if I should bring him something for breakfast…. he thinks absently as he walks back to the kitchen. But halfway there he stops in his tracks, his mouth falling open.
“What the hell?” He says to no one. “What are you doing, Hankyung, are you INSANE!?” He yells at himself. He stomps to the kitchen and sits down, putting his head in his hands. “No. No…no no no no. I am NOT going to fall in love with him. NUH UH. No. This is only…….”
He pauses once more, frowning slightly.
What the hell IS this, then?
“Oh shit.” He groans. “I cannot be falling in love with him. I can’t be!” He looks at the ceiling, shaking his fist at God. “What the hell are you doing to me, God? COME ON….that’s not fair!”
But the ceiling remains motionless and disinterested in his drama.
Hankyung takes a deep breath and stands up. “OK. Don’t panic. One thing at a time. Show up on time, see where it goes. We still have a ton of work to do. Right? Right.”
He stops giving himself a pep talk and tugs on his shoes, grabs his keys and heads out. The sun is shining brightly again, and it’s beautiful out.
Hankyung stops at a light, wondering how he’s going to handle this, and why his heart had to go get involved, and what the hell he’s going to tell his co-workers on Monday morning. He can feel his cell phone buzzing in his pocket, but he knows it’s probably just the others texting him to find out how the previous day went. He doesn’t want to think about them, or the bet.
One thing at a time.
“Charmed. Yeah….kissing him goes a little beyond charming him.” He snorts. He gives in to the inevitable and stops off to get some coffee and two very large and delicious looking pastries. He talks himself out of getting a coffee for Heechul, telling himself he has to draw the line somewhere.
He arrives, parks his car and goes inside, juggling his coffee and the bag of pastries. But when he gets off the elevator on the 11th floor, Heechul is nowhere to be found. The lights are on, and there is evidence that he’s here, but he’s nowhere in sight.
Hankyung looks around briefly, feeling slightly confused. “Heechul-ah?” He calls out, but there is no answer. He sets the coffee and pastries down on the conference room table and wonders if he should just start working.
He waits a few seconds and then sits down, deciding that the piles of paperwork are not going to analyze themselves. He picks up the first one and begins, listening for any signs of Heechul.
A few minutes later, he hears the elevator ding, and the doors whoosh open. He looks up and sees Heechul walking through the office towards the conference room. Hankyung smiles when he steps inside.
“Morning.” He says. “I got us some pastries. Did you have breakfast?”
Heechul sits down across from Hankyung, and immediately Hankyung knows something is wrong again. “No, I’m fine. I ate this morning.” Heechul says absently.
“What’s wrong?” Hankyung asks, concern lacing his voice. Heechul looks up at him, and the look in his eyes sends fear scissoring up his spine.
“I called Park Jungsu last night after you left. I told him about the letter sequences.”
Hankyung exhales, preparing himself to hear the worst. “And what did he say?”
“He said to bring them upstairs to his office as soon as I got in this morning.”
Hankyung exhales. “Did you?”
“Yes, I was just coming back from there.”
“Please tell me you took photocopies before you brought them up.” Hankyung says, looking at Heechul meaningfully.
Heechul inhales slowly, and he relaxes. “Yeah, I did. I’m glad you agree I should have.”
“I’m telling you, Wook will be able to figure out what they are. We can give him the copies and he’ll be able to tell you what the hell they are in a few hours. If he can’t, he’ll get Kyuhyun in on it. We’ll figure it out. Whatever it is, we’ll be okay.”
Heechul nods as if he doesn’t quite believe it, and then he spies the bag on the table. “What are those?”
Hankyung smiles, opening the bag and pulling out the pastries. “I got strawberry and blueberry. Which one do you want?”
“Which do you think?” Heechul says, reaching out and snatching the strawberry one. Hankyung laughs and takes the blueberry, amused to know he was right. He watches as Heechul devours the pastry and picks up a packet of papers. “Okay, let’s get these done, shall we?”
Hankyung is about to say; ‘sure, boss.’ But instead he smiles and nods. “Okay.”
To Hankyung’s surprise, they actually talk. Analyzing the data seems to be an easier task than researching it. All the yellow highlighted numbers need to be written down and then later on put in sequence.
He asks Heechul how he came to work at the company, and Heechul relaxes out of manager mode and tells him. In fact, they work for nearly three hours straight as Heechul tells him about his childhood and his family and his time at University. Hankyung listens, occasionally prodding for more information. He’s surprised to learn as much about Heechul as he does, which makes it easier to open up and talk about himself as well.
The slow, easy way in which they work together makes Hankyung wonder if Heechul feels the same underlying, quiet connection as he does. Sure, there’s heat….there’s a lot of it, in fact. So much so that there are a few times where Hankyung wants to throw paperwork aside and press Heechul against the wall and kiss him again until they’re dizzy.
But he refrains, and listens, and learns. Hours pass by, and the piles of paperwork dwindle. Hankyung feels it building, and he knows Heechul does too because his eyes darken slightly when he looks at him. The talking drifts off into silences filled with knowing glances across the table.
At lunchtime, neither one of them can handle it anymore. The moment he stands up, Hankyung drags Heechul down onto his lap, his fingers digging into Heechul’s hips as he kisses him. Heechul squeaks in surprise and grabs Hankyung’s arms for balance.
Hankyung doesn’t hold back. He wants this. He wants Heechul to feel the same hot need that is clawing at him. He deepens the kiss as Heechul gasps and arches against him, and the heat between them explodes once more.
Hankyung trails his tongue down Heechul’s throat to his neck and feels the way Heechul shudders against him. He can’t seem to get enough, even though Heechul is pressed against him without an inch to spare. Heechul’s fingers are doing sinful things as his nails lightly scratch trails down Hankyung’s arms, his tongue burning fire into the space behind Hankyung’s ear. Hankyung hears himself groan when Heechul’s teeth latch onto his earlobe and his warm breath tickles Hankyung’s ear. He can almost feel the look of triumph on Heechul’s face.
“Fuck…Heechul that’s not fair.” Hankyung rasps.
“You don’t play fair…” Heechul’s breath hitches as Hankyung’s fingers trail over his chest. “Why should I?”
Hankyung pulls his hands away from Heechul’s hips and takes both of his wrists, pulling them up above Heechul’s head. As expected, Heechul gasps from the stretch and burn of it, and his eyes go slightly hazy as he looks back at Hankyung. The power has shifted once again, and Hankyung holds it all.
“I need to know if you want this.” Hankyung breathes. “Because pretty soon, I’m going to get to the point where I can’t stop.”
Heechul exhales and slowly rolls his hips against Hankyung’s. The chair creaks with their combined weight and the sensation makes Hankyung’s whole body shiver. The blood in his veins roars in his ears. He bites back a curse and forces himself to focus on Heechul’s face.
“I want this.” Heechul breathes. “I want it, ‘Kyung. I don’t care about tomorrow. I want this now.”
Hankyung lets go of Heechul’s wrists and pushes them back onto Heechul’s hips. Heechul gasps as Hankyung stands, his ankles instinctively coming up to hook around Hankyung’s waist so he doesn’t fall.
“What are you--” He begins, but it becomes immediately clear what Hankyung is doing as he swipes the stacks of paperwork away and lays Heechul back on the table. Heechul’s eyes widen in shock but then quickly flutter closed as Hankyung presses down on top of him, his lips trailing wet kisses across Heechul’s collarbone. “Ohhhhhh...” Heechul shudders again.
Hankyung lifts Heechul’s knees and slides on top of him on the table, kissing him with all the need and desire roaring through him. Heechul matches the kiss, adding fuel to the fire. When Hankyung pulls back, Heechul knows he’s lost the battle. He watches helplessly as Hankyung’s eyes are lit with a wicked light, his fingers twisting and pulling, deftly undoing Heechul’s zipper.
Heechul lets out a choked cry and his head falls back on the table when Hankyung’s fingers close around him. Hankyung leans in and licks Heechul’s throat as his fingers stroke his length. Heechul loses every bit of control as Hankyung watches, loving it…loving the way Heechul whines and keens as he gets closer and closer to coming. He loves the way Heechul’s pale skin shines under the lights, loves the way he lets go and opens up, losing shame and fear and letting Hankyung win him, inch by inch. He loves the way Heechul’s fingers curl tightly into his hair, tugging his mouth back to his own for a kiss that burns straight through him.
He loves how he instinctively knows when Heechul is about to come...the way his breath hitches, catches, is held…the way his body tenses and his back arches. Hankyung thinks he’s fucking beautiful…perfect and flawed and gorgeous as he cries out, the force of his orgasm washing over them both and leaving them breathless.
And then there is beauty in silence, the way Heechul relaxes, drifts back, his fingers relaxing in Hankyung’s hair. He hums out a sated sigh and Hankyung smiles, even though his own body is still thrumming with need.
“You’re perfect.” He murmurs. Heechul’s eyes open and he looks at him, disbelief shining there. He swallows, and Hankyung kisses him again, letting Heechul do what he wants, explore the dips and curves of his own body. He lets Heechul map him, carve him, mold him, taste him. And when he comes too, he knows he’s lost the battle. When Heechul’s lips press warm and familiar against his, he knows he’s already fallen in love.
.
Part 6
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul (side KangTeuk, KyuMin, Eunhae, YeWook)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: AU, chaptered, Comedy
Disclaimer: If I owned them, everyone would know it. :D
Summary: Hankyung works for The Man. And The Man is a total pain in the……
Notes: Dedicated to
convicted_eyes because she is awesome and supportive and generally made of WIN!Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Hankyung and Heechul do manage to focus enough to finish the last of the stacks of stapled packets, even though they both continue glancing surreptitiously at each other over the table at each other.
Despite the monotony of the job, they settle into a comfortable silence that Hankyung enjoys more than he ever thought he would. Unfortunately the peace is broken by another discovery of a string of letters in amongst the numbers. Heechul’s face falls when he finds it, sitting there like a wolf in a herd of sheep.
“I don’t know what it could be.” He says, and Hankyung can clearly hear the worry in his voice.
“You may not know this, but Ryeowook is somewhat of a genius with this kind of thing. You should give them to him on Monday morning and see if he can figure it out.” Hankyung says as he places the stacks back into neat piles for tomorrow.
“Wook?” Heechul scoffs. “He’s afraid of his own shadow.”
Hankyung frowns. “No he’s not. He’s afraid of you.”
“I didn’t do anyth--” Heechul begins, but the look in Hankyung’s eyes makes him pause. “OK fine so I MAY have called him a frightened little mouse once. But the kid needs to grow thicker skin.” Heechul huffs.
“Or instead of growing thicker skin, he needs to be treated kindly.” Hankyung says. “By you, because you’re his boss.”
Heechul scowls, and he opens his mouth to say something. But instead he withdraws, looks away and sighs. “Honey. Right. I get it.” He says quietly. Hankyung watches all the emotion play over his face clearly, and he wonders if Heechul knows how easily he can be read. Heechul takes a deep breath and stands up. “It’s 5:12. You can go home now. We’ll do the analyzing tomorrow. Be back here at 8:00am.” Heechul says.
Hankyung notices that Heechul is once more is avoiding looking at him directly. He’s studiously tidying up, and it occurs to him that Heechul just expects him to bolt the second he says he can go home. Instead, Hankyung walks around the other side of the table and takes Heechul’s hand, stopping him from shuffling papers. Heechul looks at him in surprise.
“What?”
“Why are you suddenly avoiding looking at me?” Hankyung asks, letting go of Heechul’s hand. Immediately Heechul looks back at the table.
“I’m not.” He says smoothly.
Hankyung stands there, waiting. He’s been watching this man for too many years now to know that silence makes Heechul a bit crazy. Seconds tick by, and Hankyung waits, knowing that if he is patient enough, Heechul will either snap and start yelling or give in and tell him what’s wrong.
Finally, Heechul picks up his cell phone and pockets it, then looks Hankyung directly in the eye. “I said you could go home.” His voice is even and empty, devoid of any kind of emotion that Hankyung knows he is capable of.
“Ahh.” Hankyung says knowingly. “That’s it? No ‘thanks for the help’? No ‘thanks for kissing me until I couldn’t breathe’?”
Heechul’s eyes flare brightly and he opens his mouth with a snappy retort, but swallows it instead. “Thank you for your help today, Hankyung.” He says shortly, then pushes past Hankyung on his way to his office.
“Oh I don’t think so.” Hankyung says, following him, stomping along behind. Heechul enters his office and turns around to give Hankyung a look.
“What? I said you could go home.”
Hankyung walks right up to him, and he can see the way Heechul stiffens. But to his credit, he stands his ground.
“What happened?” Hankyung asks. “One minute we were kissing and now you’re acting weird. I’m not going home until you tell me.”
“Nothing has changed.” Heechul says, taking the chance to look away while he tosses his pen and highlighter in his desk drawer. “I’m still your boss.”
“Oh so that’s what happened. I reminded you of who we are to each other. Is that it?” Hankyung says quietly, despite the anger bubbling under the surface.
Heechul lifts his face, his expression carefully blank. “It’s how things are, even if we want it to be different. At the end of the day, I’m still your boss.”
Hankyung glances at the clock on Heechul’s office wall. “It’s 5:19. It IS the end of the day. We’re off the clock now.”
Heechul glares at him, and it’s the first sign of emotion since they started this conversation, and Hankyung feels the knot in his chest loosen slightly. He instinctively knows that irritating Heechul enough to force him into saying what he really feels is the only way he figures out what’s going on in the man’s brain.
“Go home.” Heechul says flatly.
With anyone else, in any other circumstance, it would hurt and make him cringe to be so coldly dismissed. But he knows Heechul, and he knows this is his way of protecting himself. Even now he’s building the walls around himself, shutting Hankyung out again.
“No.” Hankyung says firmly. “Not until you tell me…are you afraid for yourself, or me?”
“What do you mean?” Heechul frowns.
“I mean…are you afraid of losing your job, or are you afraid I’ll lose mine if we’re caught?”
Heechul sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “We’re not going to get fired, because we’re not going to do anything to GET caught.”
“We’re not?” Hankyung manages to smile. “Are you saying you don’t want me to kiss you again?”
Heechul huffs and crosses his arms. “No.”
“No you don’t want me to kiss you…or no, you do?”
Heechul blinks at him for a second as he tries to pick apart and analyze that sentence, but while he’s busy trying to come up with the correct answer, Hankyung steps closer.
“I think maybe we should--” Heechul begins, but Hankyung is tired of talking.
“I think maybe you should stop talking and stop being my boss for a while. I think you should loosen up and accept the fact that I’m going to kiss you again.”
Heechul wavers, and that’s enough for Hankyung. He reaches out and snags Heechul’s waist, dragging him towards him. Heechul just stares at him for a moment, close enough that Hankyung can once again see those impossibly long and perfect lashes against pale skin.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Heechul whispers, and there it is again…that tiny little vulnerable side of him that has managed to hook Hankyung like a fish on a line.
“Because I like seeing you this way.”
“What way?” Heechul asks, his own fingers finding their way around Hankyung’s arms.
“Like you’re not in charge, and you’re not stomping around, bitching and pissed off, and you’re confused, and you’re unsure, and you want it as much as I do.”
A few seconds tick by as Heechul absorbs this outside view of himself. Hankyung knows the moment that Heechul gives in, because his whole body relaxes. He shifts his hands to move over Hankyung’s chest and smiles.
“I think you should stop talking and kiss me now.”
Hankyung doesn’t waste any time on fulfilling that honey sweet request.
~~
When he opens his eyes the next morning to the sound of his alarm clock pinging a familiar melody, he doesn’t groan. In fact, he sits up in bed, reaches over and shuts off the alarm without even considering the snooze button.
Hankyung goes straight to the shower (even though he’d taken a very long, very cold shower the night before). He makes himself some breakfast, and eats it as he ponders what to wear today. It’s Sunday, and he’ll be alone with Heechul again all day.
He chuckles slightly at the knowledge that only a few days ago, the prospect of spending nine hours alone with Heechul would have made him depressed. Now, he can feel his heart slamming around in his chest.
He bypasses his normal work suits and pulls out a white shirt, black jacket and a pair of faded and tight jeans. He fusses with his hair until it’s just right, then brushes his teeth and steps back to review the whole effect.
Damn, I look pretty good. he muses. At least this morning he isn’t hung over and exhausted. This morning he’s not going to toss his cookies first thing, or spend the morning in uncomfortable hell.
No, this morning he’s going in prepared for anything.
I wonder if I should bring him something for breakfast…. he thinks absently as he walks back to the kitchen. But halfway there he stops in his tracks, his mouth falling open.
“What the hell?” He says to no one. “What are you doing, Hankyung, are you INSANE!?” He yells at himself. He stomps to the kitchen and sits down, putting his head in his hands. “No. No…no no no no. I am NOT going to fall in love with him. NUH UH. No. This is only…….”
He pauses once more, frowning slightly.
What the hell IS this, then?
“Oh shit.” He groans. “I cannot be falling in love with him. I can’t be!” He looks at the ceiling, shaking his fist at God. “What the hell are you doing to me, God? COME ON….that’s not fair!”
But the ceiling remains motionless and disinterested in his drama.
Hankyung takes a deep breath and stands up. “OK. Don’t panic. One thing at a time. Show up on time, see where it goes. We still have a ton of work to do. Right? Right.”
He stops giving himself a pep talk and tugs on his shoes, grabs his keys and heads out. The sun is shining brightly again, and it’s beautiful out.
Hankyung stops at a light, wondering how he’s going to handle this, and why his heart had to go get involved, and what the hell he’s going to tell his co-workers on Monday morning. He can feel his cell phone buzzing in his pocket, but he knows it’s probably just the others texting him to find out how the previous day went. He doesn’t want to think about them, or the bet.
One thing at a time.
“Charmed. Yeah….kissing him goes a little beyond charming him.” He snorts. He gives in to the inevitable and stops off to get some coffee and two very large and delicious looking pastries. He talks himself out of getting a coffee for Heechul, telling himself he has to draw the line somewhere.
He arrives, parks his car and goes inside, juggling his coffee and the bag of pastries. But when he gets off the elevator on the 11th floor, Heechul is nowhere to be found. The lights are on, and there is evidence that he’s here, but he’s nowhere in sight.
Hankyung looks around briefly, feeling slightly confused. “Heechul-ah?” He calls out, but there is no answer. He sets the coffee and pastries down on the conference room table and wonders if he should just start working.
He waits a few seconds and then sits down, deciding that the piles of paperwork are not going to analyze themselves. He picks up the first one and begins, listening for any signs of Heechul.
A few minutes later, he hears the elevator ding, and the doors whoosh open. He looks up and sees Heechul walking through the office towards the conference room. Hankyung smiles when he steps inside.
“Morning.” He says. “I got us some pastries. Did you have breakfast?”
Heechul sits down across from Hankyung, and immediately Hankyung knows something is wrong again. “No, I’m fine. I ate this morning.” Heechul says absently.
“What’s wrong?” Hankyung asks, concern lacing his voice. Heechul looks up at him, and the look in his eyes sends fear scissoring up his spine.
“I called Park Jungsu last night after you left. I told him about the letter sequences.”
Hankyung exhales, preparing himself to hear the worst. “And what did he say?”
“He said to bring them upstairs to his office as soon as I got in this morning.”
Hankyung exhales. “Did you?”
“Yes, I was just coming back from there.”
“Please tell me you took photocopies before you brought them up.” Hankyung says, looking at Heechul meaningfully.
Heechul inhales slowly, and he relaxes. “Yeah, I did. I’m glad you agree I should have.”
“I’m telling you, Wook will be able to figure out what they are. We can give him the copies and he’ll be able to tell you what the hell they are in a few hours. If he can’t, he’ll get Kyuhyun in on it. We’ll figure it out. Whatever it is, we’ll be okay.”
Heechul nods as if he doesn’t quite believe it, and then he spies the bag on the table. “What are those?”
Hankyung smiles, opening the bag and pulling out the pastries. “I got strawberry and blueberry. Which one do you want?”
“Which do you think?” Heechul says, reaching out and snatching the strawberry one. Hankyung laughs and takes the blueberry, amused to know he was right. He watches as Heechul devours the pastry and picks up a packet of papers. “Okay, let’s get these done, shall we?”
Hankyung is about to say; ‘sure, boss.’ But instead he smiles and nods. “Okay.”
To Hankyung’s surprise, they actually talk. Analyzing the data seems to be an easier task than researching it. All the yellow highlighted numbers need to be written down and then later on put in sequence.
He asks Heechul how he came to work at the company, and Heechul relaxes out of manager mode and tells him. In fact, they work for nearly three hours straight as Heechul tells him about his childhood and his family and his time at University. Hankyung listens, occasionally prodding for more information. He’s surprised to learn as much about Heechul as he does, which makes it easier to open up and talk about himself as well.
The slow, easy way in which they work together makes Hankyung wonder if Heechul feels the same underlying, quiet connection as he does. Sure, there’s heat….there’s a lot of it, in fact. So much so that there are a few times where Hankyung wants to throw paperwork aside and press Heechul against the wall and kiss him again until they’re dizzy.
But he refrains, and listens, and learns. Hours pass by, and the piles of paperwork dwindle. Hankyung feels it building, and he knows Heechul does too because his eyes darken slightly when he looks at him. The talking drifts off into silences filled with knowing glances across the table.
At lunchtime, neither one of them can handle it anymore. The moment he stands up, Hankyung drags Heechul down onto his lap, his fingers digging into Heechul’s hips as he kisses him. Heechul squeaks in surprise and grabs Hankyung’s arms for balance.
Hankyung doesn’t hold back. He wants this. He wants Heechul to feel the same hot need that is clawing at him. He deepens the kiss as Heechul gasps and arches against him, and the heat between them explodes once more.
Hankyung trails his tongue down Heechul’s throat to his neck and feels the way Heechul shudders against him. He can’t seem to get enough, even though Heechul is pressed against him without an inch to spare. Heechul’s fingers are doing sinful things as his nails lightly scratch trails down Hankyung’s arms, his tongue burning fire into the space behind Hankyung’s ear. Hankyung hears himself groan when Heechul’s teeth latch onto his earlobe and his warm breath tickles Hankyung’s ear. He can almost feel the look of triumph on Heechul’s face.
“Fuck…Heechul that’s not fair.” Hankyung rasps.
“You don’t play fair…” Heechul’s breath hitches as Hankyung’s fingers trail over his chest. “Why should I?”
Hankyung pulls his hands away from Heechul’s hips and takes both of his wrists, pulling them up above Heechul’s head. As expected, Heechul gasps from the stretch and burn of it, and his eyes go slightly hazy as he looks back at Hankyung. The power has shifted once again, and Hankyung holds it all.
“I need to know if you want this.” Hankyung breathes. “Because pretty soon, I’m going to get to the point where I can’t stop.”
Heechul exhales and slowly rolls his hips against Hankyung’s. The chair creaks with their combined weight and the sensation makes Hankyung’s whole body shiver. The blood in his veins roars in his ears. He bites back a curse and forces himself to focus on Heechul’s face.
“I want this.” Heechul breathes. “I want it, ‘Kyung. I don’t care about tomorrow. I want this now.”
Hankyung lets go of Heechul’s wrists and pushes them back onto Heechul’s hips. Heechul gasps as Hankyung stands, his ankles instinctively coming up to hook around Hankyung’s waist so he doesn’t fall.
“What are you--” He begins, but it becomes immediately clear what Hankyung is doing as he swipes the stacks of paperwork away and lays Heechul back on the table. Heechul’s eyes widen in shock but then quickly flutter closed as Hankyung presses down on top of him, his lips trailing wet kisses across Heechul’s collarbone. “Ohhhhhh...” Heechul shudders again.
Hankyung lifts Heechul’s knees and slides on top of him on the table, kissing him with all the need and desire roaring through him. Heechul matches the kiss, adding fuel to the fire. When Hankyung pulls back, Heechul knows he’s lost the battle. He watches helplessly as Hankyung’s eyes are lit with a wicked light, his fingers twisting and pulling, deftly undoing Heechul’s zipper.
Heechul lets out a choked cry and his head falls back on the table when Hankyung’s fingers close around him. Hankyung leans in and licks Heechul’s throat as his fingers stroke his length. Heechul loses every bit of control as Hankyung watches, loving it…loving the way Heechul whines and keens as he gets closer and closer to coming. He loves the way Heechul’s pale skin shines under the lights, loves the way he lets go and opens up, losing shame and fear and letting Hankyung win him, inch by inch. He loves the way Heechul’s fingers curl tightly into his hair, tugging his mouth back to his own for a kiss that burns straight through him.
He loves how he instinctively knows when Heechul is about to come...the way his breath hitches, catches, is held…the way his body tenses and his back arches. Hankyung thinks he’s fucking beautiful…perfect and flawed and gorgeous as he cries out, the force of his orgasm washing over them both and leaving them breathless.
And then there is beauty in silence, the way Heechul relaxes, drifts back, his fingers relaxing in Hankyung’s hair. He hums out a sated sigh and Hankyung smiles, even though his own body is still thrumming with need.
“You’re perfect.” He murmurs. Heechul’s eyes open and he looks at him, disbelief shining there. He swallows, and Hankyung kisses him again, letting Heechul do what he wants, explore the dips and curves of his own body. He lets Heechul map him, carve him, mold him, taste him. And when he comes too, he knows he’s lost the battle. When Heechul’s lips press warm and familiar against his, he knows he’s already fallen in love.
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Part 6
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