Tequila!
Title: Tequila!
Pairing: Xiumin/Luhan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Luhan may not be Minseok's cup of tea, but after 10 shots, he can wet anyone's whistle. Or shoes.
Notes: filled from exopromptmeme ! "i may not be your cup of tea but i’m your 10th shot of tequila"
i'm very very very gomen
haha xiuhan get out
--
One shot, two shots, three shots, four.
Five shots, six shots-- Luhan's almost on the floor.
He's hanging off of his bar stool and his eyes are bloodshot and feeling more tired than ever with the aid of alcohol on top of a long day--
Seven shots, eight shots, booze, galore!
He's been promoted. At his stuffy office job he's finally got a respectable position and has moved up from the traditional 'grunt' title. Now it's him making all the changes, he's in charge, and that pretty secretary that he's had his eye on has finally noticed him. Which is stupid that she noticed him only now, seeing as he's totally handsome and manly and he just doesn't get why women don't throw themselves at their feet.
Nine shots, oh, boo those whores--!
Maybe women don't throw themselves at their feet because their gaydar goes off. Luhan doesn't have one, says he doesn't care to fix it. Which is a shame, because it would explain why he's currently sucking face with one of his old cubicle buddies, Minseok. They're total opposites. Minseok has worked hard every single day of his life, and he's sort of good looking maybe by like you know, sort of good looking people standards. Luhan has sailed through everything, won over the boss, won over his co-workers. Good looks gets you everywhere. Honestly, Luhan had thought Minseok hated him. What was that weird thing? Rivalry? Sexual tension rivalry--
Ten shots of tequila has Luhan whispering (slurring) in the shell of Minseok's ear, "wanna come home with me?", as his finger twirls in Minseok's tie and keeps him in within his oxygen bubble. They're sharing alcohol-stained breath and Minseok looks a bit startled (he's pretty sober, if Luhan's foggy mind can make any judgment), but he doesn't reject Luhan. Luhan is pretty sure he shouldn't even be alive after ten shots of liquor but hey, miracles happen, and among those miracles will be bedding the straight-laced, serious-business, I-organize-my-office-utensils-by-size-and-function Minseok.
A bit more face-sucking and Luhan is clumsily (but effectively) shuffling Minseok to the door. He's technically Minseok's boss now. Well, on Monday he will be -- but tonight is Friday and Friday means the work week is over and off the clock Luhan is just another guy to Minseok and yeah, this is totally legit. Luhan's vision swims and Minseok's arm winds around his waist to keep him upright and Luhan turns to look (down) at the older (shorter) man -- Minseok is... huh. Did Luhan say Minseok wasn't attractive? That was a lie. Unless all of a sudden Luhan has beer goggles, but he drank hard liquor, so that can't be right. Minseok's eyes are a soft warm brown, the color of his hair is a really nice hue of auburn? orange? copper...?; Luhan suddenly has the urge to tell Minseok that he's gorgeous and he wants to tell him in the language of fucking in the back seat of Luhan's car.
But when Luhan opens his mouth, everything but a compliment, or proposition, comes out.
Everything includes today's lunch.
--
Monday at the office is hell. Luhan sits at his desk, fingers pressed to his temples. His hangover has lasted all weekend and he's sworn off drinking for the rest of forever because holy fuck this is torture. No one's bothered him. His first day as the new (technical) boss and he's cranky as shit and everyone is afraid to approach him.
There's a knock at the door and Luhan grunts. It's not permission to enter but the person on the other side does so anyway -- it's Minseok.
Beep.
Luhan can't even look him in the eye. Oh god. He doesn't remember much of Friday night but from what his old cubby buddy Yixing said, he made an idiot of himself by trying to seduce Minseok and then ralphing on his shoes. Haha, good one Luhan. You're such a catch.
"Your secretary wanted me to bring this to you," Minseok says, his voice soft. Luhan's never actually talked to Minseok before. His voice is soft. Kind. Gentle. Adorable. Luhan drags his gaze up from staring at the polished wood of his desk to see Minseok holding out a glass of ice water in one hand, two aspirin in the other. "She says you bite. I told her you only bark." A playful grin.
Beep... beep...
Luhan reaches out, taking the ice water and drinking half of it before taking the pills and then downing the other half. The ice clinks in the bottom of the cup as he sets it down and he knows it'll melt and provide him with another nearly full cup. Saves him a trip to the water cooler. "Thanks."
"No problem," Minseok smiles and Luhan notices his thin lips, his gummy smile and slightly uneven teeth. He's cute in his own way. Where did Luhan put those beer goggles?
Beep -- beep -- beep
Just as Minseok turns to leave, Luhan leans forward, speaking a lot louder than he wanted to. Or maybe he spoke at a normal volume but his pounding headache made it feel like it was talking into a megaphone directed at his ear drum. "Want to go out to dinner sometime?"
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Minseok grins, "Sure. But um, I don't drink." He gives a teasing, slightly knowing smile that has Luhan confused.
"I don't either," Luhan fluidly lies and it's so bad, it's such a lie, it's so so so far from the truth but he flashes a pretty smile anyway. The one that got him to the top and the one that kept mundane little Minseok in his cubicle.
"Right." Despite Luhan's slightly malicious behavior not only at the club but right here in this office, Minseok is still smiling. And looking like he means it. "Alright, dinner. Wednesday, seven o'clock?"
"At Tito's," Luhan confirms.
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP--
Minseok gives Luhan a weighing look. It's clear that Minseok would never normally be interested in somebody like Luhan -- and it's also clear that Luhan would never normally be interested in somebody like Minseok. But there's this weird... hunch or something itching at the back of Luhan's tongue and he just doesn't--
Luhan moves to double over the wastebasket just in time to empty his breakfast from his stomach. "Auuughghughghgghehgrrhghghgh!!!!!!!!"
Minseok is clearly surprised, taking a step back.
Yixing passes by the door, peeking in, "Ah, oh, he found it!"
"The wastebasket to puke in?!" Minseok has his back pressed against the door.
"No, his gaydar." Yixing shrugs, patting Minseok's shoulder before leaving.
"Yixiarrhghhghghgh!!"
Minseok exits and shuts the door to the office and no one visits Luhan for the rest of the day.
But hey, dinner is still on for Wednesday!
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Pairing: Xiumin/Luhan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Luhan may not be Minseok's cup of tea, but after 10 shots, he can wet anyone's whistle. Or shoes.
Notes: filled from exopromptmeme ! "i may not be your cup of tea but i’m your 10th shot of tequila"
i'm very very very gomen
haha xiuhan get out
--
One shot, two shots, three shots, four.
Five shots, six shots-- Luhan's almost on the floor.
He's hanging off of his bar stool and his eyes are bloodshot and feeling more tired than ever with the aid of alcohol on top of a long day--
Seven shots, eight shots, booze, galore!
He's been promoted. At his stuffy office job he's finally got a respectable position and has moved up from the traditional 'grunt' title. Now it's him making all the changes, he's in charge, and that pretty secretary that he's had his eye on has finally noticed him. Which is stupid that she noticed him only now, seeing as he's totally handsome and manly and he just doesn't get why women don't throw themselves at their feet.
Nine shots, oh, boo those whores--!
Maybe women don't throw themselves at their feet because their gaydar goes off. Luhan doesn't have one, says he doesn't care to fix it. Which is a shame, because it would explain why he's currently sucking face with one of his old cubicle buddies, Minseok. They're total opposites. Minseok has worked hard every single day of his life, and he's sort of good looking maybe by like you know, sort of good looking people standards. Luhan has sailed through everything, won over the boss, won over his co-workers. Good looks gets you everywhere. Honestly, Luhan had thought Minseok hated him. What was that weird thing? Rivalry? Sexual tension rivalry--
Ten shots of tequila has Luhan whispering (slurring) in the shell of Minseok's ear, "wanna come home with me?", as his finger twirls in Minseok's tie and keeps him in within his oxygen bubble. They're sharing alcohol-stained breath and Minseok looks a bit startled (he's pretty sober, if Luhan's foggy mind can make any judgment), but he doesn't reject Luhan. Luhan is pretty sure he shouldn't even be alive after ten shots of liquor but hey, miracles happen, and among those miracles will be bedding the straight-laced, serious-business, I-organize-my-office-utensils-by-size-and-function Minseok.
A bit more face-sucking and Luhan is clumsily (but effectively) shuffling Minseok to the door. He's technically Minseok's boss now. Well, on Monday he will be -- but tonight is Friday and Friday means the work week is over and off the clock Luhan is just another guy to Minseok and yeah, this is totally legit. Luhan's vision swims and Minseok's arm winds around his waist to keep him upright and Luhan turns to look (down) at the older (shorter) man -- Minseok is... huh. Did Luhan say Minseok wasn't attractive? That was a lie. Unless all of a sudden Luhan has beer goggles, but he drank hard liquor, so that can't be right. Minseok's eyes are a soft warm brown, the color of his hair is a really nice hue of auburn? orange? copper...?; Luhan suddenly has the urge to tell Minseok that he's gorgeous and he wants to tell him in the language of fucking in the back seat of Luhan's car.
But when Luhan opens his mouth, everything but a compliment, or proposition, comes out.
Everything includes today's lunch.
--
Monday at the office is hell. Luhan sits at his desk, fingers pressed to his temples. His hangover has lasted all weekend and he's sworn off drinking for the rest of forever because holy fuck this is torture. No one's bothered him. His first day as the new (technical) boss and he's cranky as shit and everyone is afraid to approach him.
There's a knock at the door and Luhan grunts. It's not permission to enter but the person on the other side does so anyway -- it's Minseok.
Beep.
Luhan can't even look him in the eye. Oh god. He doesn't remember much of Friday night but from what his old cubby buddy Yixing said, he made an idiot of himself by trying to seduce Minseok and then ralphing on his shoes. Haha, good one Luhan. You're such a catch.
"Your secretary wanted me to bring this to you," Minseok says, his voice soft. Luhan's never actually talked to Minseok before. His voice is soft. Kind. Gentle. Adorable. Luhan drags his gaze up from staring at the polished wood of his desk to see Minseok holding out a glass of ice water in one hand, two aspirin in the other. "She says you bite. I told her you only bark." A playful grin.
Beep... beep...
Luhan reaches out, taking the ice water and drinking half of it before taking the pills and then downing the other half. The ice clinks in the bottom of the cup as he sets it down and he knows it'll melt and provide him with another nearly full cup. Saves him a trip to the water cooler. "Thanks."
"No problem," Minseok smiles and Luhan notices his thin lips, his gummy smile and slightly uneven teeth. He's cute in his own way. Where did Luhan put those beer goggles?
Beep -- beep -- beep
Just as Minseok turns to leave, Luhan leans forward, speaking a lot louder than he wanted to. Or maybe he spoke at a normal volume but his pounding headache made it feel like it was talking into a megaphone directed at his ear drum. "Want to go out to dinner sometime?"
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Minseok grins, "Sure. But um, I don't drink." He gives a teasing, slightly knowing smile that has Luhan confused.
"I don't either," Luhan fluidly lies and it's so bad, it's such a lie, it's so so so far from the truth but he flashes a pretty smile anyway. The one that got him to the top and the one that kept mundane little Minseok in his cubicle.
"Right." Despite Luhan's slightly malicious behavior not only at the club but right here in this office, Minseok is still smiling. And looking like he means it. "Alright, dinner. Wednesday, seven o'clock?"
"At Tito's," Luhan confirms.
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP--
Minseok gives Luhan a weighing look. It's clear that Minseok would never normally be interested in somebody like Luhan -- and it's also clear that Luhan would never normally be interested in somebody like Minseok. But there's this weird... hunch or something itching at the back of Luhan's tongue and he just doesn't--
Luhan moves to double over the wastebasket just in time to empty his breakfast from his stomach. "Auuughghughghgghehgrrhghghgh!!!!!!!!"
Minseok is clearly surprised, taking a step back.
Yixing passes by the door, peeking in, "Ah, oh, he found it!"
"The wastebasket to puke in?!" Minseok has his back pressed against the door.
"No, his gaydar." Yixing shrugs, patting Minseok's shoulder before leaving.
"Yixiarrhghhghghgh!!"
Minseok exits and shuts the door to the office and no one visits Luhan for the rest of the day.
But hey, dinner is still on for Wednesday!
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