Boss for auction (4/7)
Title: Boss for auction (4/7)
Pairing: Ohmiya
Summary: Finally, he had done it. He had bought his boss.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The plot is mine. Revised and completed byzazasukie
Genre: AU
Words count: 580
AN: unbetaed
Previous
“Are you ready,” Nino asked his boss, ready to push the bell of his parents’ home.
“It can’t be worse than making a presentation of a project to some reluctant client, right?” Ohno replied with one of his famous smirks.
“I hope so,” gulped Nino, pushing the bell.
A moment later, the door opened and Nino’s mother greeted them with a big smile. “Kazu! You have arrived sooner than I expected,” she exclaimed, hugging his son affectionately. “And who is this man?” she asked, her eyes full of curiosity, looking at Ohno.
“I’m Kazu’s boyfriend,” his boss replied confidently, putting his arm around Nino’s waist possessively before the stunned secretary was able to say anything. “My name is Ohno Satoshi, glad to meet you,” he added, holding out his free hand to Nino’s mother.
To say that Nino’s family was surprised would be an understandment.
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“I’m really sorry about this,” Nino apologized to his boss for the umpteenth time, looking anxiously around him. Currently, they were in their assigned bedroom; a small room with a small, single bed in a corner and nothing more, no couch, no armchair, no nothing. “I thought they would complain a bit, but I didn’t expect them to be so distrustful,” he added, flushed.
Ohno just shrugged his shoulders, dropping his small bag on the floor, “I don’t really mind.” The older man approached the bed, testing the firmness of the mattress. “Although it’s small, the bed looks comfortable enough,” he commented, sitting on it.
Immediately, the spring mattress protested loudly, making Nino blush furiously in embarrassment.
“Hmmm, it looks like your family wants to follow our movements… closely,” his boss commented with a smirk. He bounced on the bed, laughing like a child when he heard the ruckus the spring mattress made.
Nino got even redder, unable to find the funny side of their current situation. He was about to say something when the following words of his boss stopped him right on his tracks.
“Should we offer them a ‘special performance’ to show them our appreciation?” the short man said, fixing his gaze on Nino and wriggling his eyebrows lasciviously.
Nino’s jaw dropped to the floor. “You must be joking!” he exclaimed, eyes wide and face redder than it had ever been in his whole life. His poor heart was beating so fast that it couldn’t be healthy. At this rate he was sure that he was going to suffer a heart attack soon.
His boss just winked mischievously at him, making him even more anxious. Maybe his boss wasn’t joking? Nino gulped with difficulty.
“I’m going to sleep on the floor!” he hissed, keeping his voice low trying not to alert his family.
“Tsk tsk, spoilsport…” complained his boss, sticking his tongue out at him childishly.
How could his boss act so calm, even delighted with the entire situation? Shouldn’t Nino be the one who should be currently laughing at the other man? Wasn’t this embarrassing situation his long awaited revenge?
Fed up with his boss’ irritating behaviour, Nino turned around and began to prepare his provisional bed, gathering some spare blankets and pillows from the wardrobe - thank goodness his distrustful mother had forgotten to take those away with her when she had prepared their room.
“Tomorrow, we’ll see who is the one who gets embarrassed. You’re not going to take me by surprise anymore. At the end, I’ll be the last to laugh!” he promised himself, kicking vengefully his pillow.
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