exo: rest and recreation
Rest and recreation
- Suho/Chen. NC-17. 1465 words.
- Joonmyun should have known better than to trust Jongdae to do something completely out of the kindness of his heart and not his dick.
- For thesockmonster, for the first round of criticalcapture. Thank you so much to Shailvi and Yuki for having faith in me ♥, and to Ed for giving me porn advice. And for the bare bones of the fic. :)
"Hey."
Joonmyun smiles a little as he looks up from his laptop. "You didn't have to bring me food, you know," he says, the smile tugging harder at the corners of his lips with each word dripping from his tongue. Here Jongdae is, in front of him instead of resting back in their apartment at two in the morning, a box of sandwiches - and, possibly, sweets since Jongdae has a longstanding affair with them - in one hand, and a coffee carrier in the other.
"You haven't had dinner yet, though."
"How did you-?"
Jongdae smiles, then sets the food on the only free space on Joonmyun's desk. "Doesn't take a genius," he replies, punctuating his statement with a wink. "How many slides to go?"
Joonmyun snakes an arm around Jongdae's waist. "Fifty. I have to get this in by 3 a.m., though. Nothing good ever happens-"
"After 3 a.m.," Jongdae finishes. He adds two packs of brown sugar to Joonmyun's coffee, then stirs it liberally. "Now eat quickly and get your work done. I'll wait here. I won't let you drive home like that."
Jongdae's smile is warmer than the coffee; maybe it's just the fatigue and hunger getting to him, or the fact that the centralized airconditioning system shuts down at two in the morning. He takes a bite of his sandwich and a sip of his coffee, then steals a glance at Jongdae who has made himself comfortable on Chanyeol's seat, playing with what seems to be (or what sounds like) Nimble Quest.
Joonmyun turns his attention back to the business pitch presentation deck in front of him with a smile on his lips. Fifty slides in an hour? Piece of cake.
When Joonmyun said three in the morning, he actually meant a few minutes past 3 a.m., uploading time included. The presentation has 200 slides, all in all, and if he hadn't been so anal with the transition slides, he probably would have finished the whole thing in thirty minutes. But they're pitching for Coca-cola - and in eight hours, even - there's no better time to make the necessary changes than now.
Jongdae walks up to him and gently massages his shoulders. "Done?"
Joonmyun looks up at Jongdae and smiles. "One last email, then I'm shutting down."
"Good." Jongdae clears the space to the right of Joonmyun's laptop, then sits on the table. "Do you have to come in later? For the pitch? I mean, they always make you attend pitches, right?"
"Hmmm?" Joonmyun's fingers are still travelling across the keyboard. Multi-tasking has never been his best trait but he's getting better at it. "I can beg off today. Call time is at 8 a.m.. I don't think I'll wake up in time for that, anyway."
"I can keep you up."
Joonmyun hits the "Send" button too abruplty. "What?"
"I said-" Jongdae slowly undoes the knot of his coat, then continues, "I can keep you up."
Joonmyun gently pulls down the laptop monitor and wheels himself a few inches away from Jongdae.
Joonmyun should have known better than to trust Jongdae to do something completely out of the kindness of his heart and not his dick. He crosses his legs and takes a deep breath, trying his best to summon his best, most pacifying smile. "Do you really want to do this here?" he asks, worrying his lower lip as he does so. "I mean, it's 3 a.m. and we're in the office and- shit you weren't wearing anything under that coat all this time?"
Jongdae lets the coat fall off from his shoulders and grins.
"So that's why you weren't complaining about the airconditioning-"
Jongdae sits on Joonmyun's lap and swallows the rest of Joonmyun's sentence as he presses their lips together, hard-edged and resolute. Jongdae nips at Joonmyun's lower lip lightly, until a soft moan escapes Joonmyun's lips. "Can't-get-pants-dirty-" Joonmyun manages to say in between gasps, and Jongdae pushes his tongue inside to keep Joonmyun from saying more.
"I brought you a fresh pair."
"You really saw this coming."
Jongdae chuckles. Joonmyun's hands are shaking - from fatigue, not because of Jongdae, he reiterates. He just watches as Jongdae undoes his belt. It's not the best day to come in business attire.
"Mhmm. And I also saw you coming."
Joonmyun feels shivers running down his spine as he counts the seconds until Jongdae successfully accomplishes the task. He bends a little, trailing kisses along Jongdae's neck and sucking just near his collarbones, enough to make Jongdae gasp.
Jongdae quickly tugs Joonmyun's pants down, then gets down on his knees. Joonmyun bucks his hips forward on instinct. "I haven't even touched you yet," Jongdae comments, smiling, then lets his eyes linger on Joonmyun's tenting erection. "Something's wrong with you."
"Big problem," Joonmyun mumbles. He runs his fingers through Jongdae's hair and pulls Jongdae closer. "Please."
Jongdae smiles and pulls Joonmyun's underwear all the way down, then presses his lips on Joonmyun's thighs, slowly making his way up. Joonmyun shivers and tries hard not to pull harder at Jongdae's hair or do something stupid like accidentally thrust his dick in Jongdae's face in overt enthusiasm, so he throws his head back and closes his eyes.
"Big problem, indeed," Jongdae whispers, breath pricking the tip of Joonmyun's dick. Joonmyun sucks in as much air as he could as Jongdae slowly wraps his lips around Joonmyun's erection, then takes him whole in one swift motion.
Jongdae lets out a low groan as Joonmyun bucks his hips forward, then flicks his tongue up against the shaft of Joonmyun's dick. Jongdae's works well under pressure. Joonmyun's fingers tense and Jongdae takes him deeper, the tip of his nose bumping against Joonmyun's belly as he leans forward. Joonmyun lets his fingers crawl down Jongdae's nape and Jongdae groans halfway through drawing circles on Joonmyun's dick with his tongue.
"Fuck-" Joonmyun chokes on his own breath at the increased warmth in his groin. "Jongdae-"
Jongdae draws one long suck, cheeks going hollow as he looks at Joonmyun in eye as if saying, you're going to pay for that. He repeats the action, this time slower than before, and Joonmyun grips the arm rest of his seat tightly.
He comes not too long after, and Jongdae takes every last bit of it, licking the tip of his dick, finishing him off. "How many revisions until things get approved," Jongdae asks, nonchalant, as he gets back on his feet, an easy smile on his lips.
"Two," Joonmyun responds, breathy. Every part of him that Jongdae has touched still stings - he'll wake up with the worst muscle ache later - so he pins Jongdae down on the nearest, cleanest desk. "Or three. Depends on when the client's finally satisfied with my work."
Jongdae grins, then pushes Joonmyun's face south. He was lying about the room temperature earlier; it's getting a bit cold. "Then get back to work."
"Hey, Sehun, your shift's over."
Sehun's breath hitches as he looks over his shoulder. Jongin's eyes are laden with drowsiness, and he still has bread crumbs on the corner of his lips; he probably overslept but, then again, he always does. He walks over and fixes Jongin's badge, then grins when he finishes and the faintest reflection of the TV monitor catches on it - there, much better.
"I can take an extra hour. You look like you could use some sleep."
"Really?"
Sehun leans on the edge of his desk, careful to cover the monitor, and wears his best smile. "Mhmm. I'm feeling generous today. Take advantage of it."
Jongin smiles weakly and curls up in a corner without another thought. "Thanks," he mumbles, then flashes a thumbs up in Sehun's direction. "I'll buy you food later."
Sehun turns his attention back to the monitor and watches with great interest as the man lying on the desk coming too quickly. He snickers, but quickly covers his mouth with his hand.
Those two will have a lot of cleaning up to do.
"What happened here?"
Joonmyun stirs and blinks twice before looking around. He cranes his neck; he should have known that sleeping with his arms propped under his head is not a good idea.
Nothing ever good happens after three in the morning, after all.
He turns to look at the source of the voice - Chanyeol, whose left hand is resting on his hip and the other gesticulating at the mess on his table - then shifts his attention to the desk. Could've been worse, he wants to say but, instead, bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning.
Or maybe everything good happens after three in the morning. Especially to Joonmyun.
- Suho/Chen. NC-17. 1465 words.
- Joonmyun should have known better than to trust Jongdae to do something completely out of the kindness of his heart and not his dick.
- For thesockmonster, for the first round of criticalcapture. Thank you so much to Shailvi and Yuki for having faith in me ♥, and to Ed for giving me porn advice. And for the bare bones of the fic. :)
"Hey."
Joonmyun smiles a little as he looks up from his laptop. "You didn't have to bring me food, you know," he says, the smile tugging harder at the corners of his lips with each word dripping from his tongue. Here Jongdae is, in front of him instead of resting back in their apartment at two in the morning, a box of sandwiches - and, possibly, sweets since Jongdae has a longstanding affair with them - in one hand, and a coffee carrier in the other.
"You haven't had dinner yet, though."
"How did you-?"
Jongdae smiles, then sets the food on the only free space on Joonmyun's desk. "Doesn't take a genius," he replies, punctuating his statement with a wink. "How many slides to go?"
Joonmyun snakes an arm around Jongdae's waist. "Fifty. I have to get this in by 3 a.m., though. Nothing good ever happens-"
"After 3 a.m.," Jongdae finishes. He adds two packs of brown sugar to Joonmyun's coffee, then stirs it liberally. "Now eat quickly and get your work done. I'll wait here. I won't let you drive home like that."
Jongdae's smile is warmer than the coffee; maybe it's just the fatigue and hunger getting to him, or the fact that the centralized airconditioning system shuts down at two in the morning. He takes a bite of his sandwich and a sip of his coffee, then steals a glance at Jongdae who has made himself comfortable on Chanyeol's seat, playing with what seems to be (or what sounds like) Nimble Quest.
Joonmyun turns his attention back to the business pitch presentation deck in front of him with a smile on his lips. Fifty slides in an hour? Piece of cake.
When Joonmyun said three in the morning, he actually meant a few minutes past 3 a.m., uploading time included. The presentation has 200 slides, all in all, and if he hadn't been so anal with the transition slides, he probably would have finished the whole thing in thirty minutes. But they're pitching for Coca-cola - and in eight hours, even - there's no better time to make the necessary changes than now.
Jongdae walks up to him and gently massages his shoulders. "Done?"
Joonmyun looks up at Jongdae and smiles. "One last email, then I'm shutting down."
"Good." Jongdae clears the space to the right of Joonmyun's laptop, then sits on the table. "Do you have to come in later? For the pitch? I mean, they always make you attend pitches, right?"
"Hmmm?" Joonmyun's fingers are still travelling across the keyboard. Multi-tasking has never been his best trait but he's getting better at it. "I can beg off today. Call time is at 8 a.m.. I don't think I'll wake up in time for that, anyway."
"I can keep you up."
Joonmyun hits the "Send" button too abruplty. "What?"
"I said-" Jongdae slowly undoes the knot of his coat, then continues, "I can keep you up."
Joonmyun gently pulls down the laptop monitor and wheels himself a few inches away from Jongdae.
Joonmyun should have known better than to trust Jongdae to do something completely out of the kindness of his heart and not his dick. He crosses his legs and takes a deep breath, trying his best to summon his best, most pacifying smile. "Do you really want to do this here?" he asks, worrying his lower lip as he does so. "I mean, it's 3 a.m. and we're in the office and- shit you weren't wearing anything under that coat all this time?"
Jongdae lets the coat fall off from his shoulders and grins.
"So that's why you weren't complaining about the airconditioning-"
Jongdae sits on Joonmyun's lap and swallows the rest of Joonmyun's sentence as he presses their lips together, hard-edged and resolute. Jongdae nips at Joonmyun's lower lip lightly, until a soft moan escapes Joonmyun's lips. "Can't-get-pants-dirty-" Joonmyun manages to say in between gasps, and Jongdae pushes his tongue inside to keep Joonmyun from saying more.
"I brought you a fresh pair."
"You really saw this coming."
Jongdae chuckles. Joonmyun's hands are shaking - from fatigue, not because of Jongdae, he reiterates. He just watches as Jongdae undoes his belt. It's not the best day to come in business attire.
"Mhmm. And I also saw you coming."
Joonmyun feels shivers running down his spine as he counts the seconds until Jongdae successfully accomplishes the task. He bends a little, trailing kisses along Jongdae's neck and sucking just near his collarbones, enough to make Jongdae gasp.
Jongdae quickly tugs Joonmyun's pants down, then gets down on his knees. Joonmyun bucks his hips forward on instinct. "I haven't even touched you yet," Jongdae comments, smiling, then lets his eyes linger on Joonmyun's tenting erection. "Something's wrong with you."
"Big problem," Joonmyun mumbles. He runs his fingers through Jongdae's hair and pulls Jongdae closer. "Please."
Jongdae smiles and pulls Joonmyun's underwear all the way down, then presses his lips on Joonmyun's thighs, slowly making his way up. Joonmyun shivers and tries hard not to pull harder at Jongdae's hair or do something stupid like accidentally thrust his dick in Jongdae's face in overt enthusiasm, so he throws his head back and closes his eyes.
"Big problem, indeed," Jongdae whispers, breath pricking the tip of Joonmyun's dick. Joonmyun sucks in as much air as he could as Jongdae slowly wraps his lips around Joonmyun's erection, then takes him whole in one swift motion.
Jongdae lets out a low groan as Joonmyun bucks his hips forward, then flicks his tongue up against the shaft of Joonmyun's dick. Jongdae's works well under pressure. Joonmyun's fingers tense and Jongdae takes him deeper, the tip of his nose bumping against Joonmyun's belly as he leans forward. Joonmyun lets his fingers crawl down Jongdae's nape and Jongdae groans halfway through drawing circles on Joonmyun's dick with his tongue.
"Fuck-" Joonmyun chokes on his own breath at the increased warmth in his groin. "Jongdae-"
Jongdae draws one long suck, cheeks going hollow as he looks at Joonmyun in eye as if saying, you're going to pay for that. He repeats the action, this time slower than before, and Joonmyun grips the arm rest of his seat tightly.
He comes not too long after, and Jongdae takes every last bit of it, licking the tip of his dick, finishing him off. "How many revisions until things get approved," Jongdae asks, nonchalant, as he gets back on his feet, an easy smile on his lips.
"Two," Joonmyun responds, breathy. Every part of him that Jongdae has touched still stings - he'll wake up with the worst muscle ache later - so he pins Jongdae down on the nearest, cleanest desk. "Or three. Depends on when the client's finally satisfied with my work."
Jongdae grins, then pushes Joonmyun's face south. He was lying about the room temperature earlier; it's getting a bit cold. "Then get back to work."
"Hey, Sehun, your shift's over."
Sehun's breath hitches as he looks over his shoulder. Jongin's eyes are laden with drowsiness, and he still has bread crumbs on the corner of his lips; he probably overslept but, then again, he always does. He walks over and fixes Jongin's badge, then grins when he finishes and the faintest reflection of the TV monitor catches on it - there, much better.
"I can take an extra hour. You look like you could use some sleep."
"Really?"
Sehun leans on the edge of his desk, careful to cover the monitor, and wears his best smile. "Mhmm. I'm feeling generous today. Take advantage of it."
Jongin smiles weakly and curls up in a corner without another thought. "Thanks," he mumbles, then flashes a thumbs up in Sehun's direction. "I'll buy you food later."
Sehun turns his attention back to the monitor and watches with great interest as the man lying on the desk coming too quickly. He snickers, but quickly covers his mouth with his hand.
Those two will have a lot of cleaning up to do.
"What happened here?"
Joonmyun stirs and blinks twice before looking around. He cranes his neck; he should have known that sleeping with his arms propped under his head is not a good idea.
Nothing ever good happens after three in the morning, after all.
He turns to look at the source of the voice - Chanyeol, whose left hand is resting on his hip and the other gesticulating at the mess on his table - then shifts his attention to the desk. Could've been worse, he wants to say but, instead, bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning.
Or maybe everything good happens after three in the morning. Especially to Joonmyun.