A/C:
Pairing: Reno x Tseng
Rating: PG-13 for language
Author: kabuki at solokuenstler dot de
Warnings: none - still stuck in office time The smut follows once the boys clocked out
Written during another cigarette break
Office Time
9am to 12 am
Clocking in (9:23 am)
"You are
late."
Reno had no chance to sneak by Tseng's office. The
boss had the sixth sense for him being not on time.
With a deep
sigh Reno stopped. "C'mon, stop tha bitchin' bossman." he
muttered into direction of the man, who sat all stern behind his
desk, only raising the left eyebrow.
"Step in,
close the door." Tseng ordered calmly. And the other followed
his command.
"Answer me: How do you manage to be late, when I
stayed over at your place?"
Reno smirked viciously: "All
for the cover-up ... Sweety. We're Turks."
... and dodged the
thrown pen.
Ink Spot (10:04 am)
Elena had finished her report, all was needed to finalize the work was Tseng's signature. She knocked at his office door, and waited for the usual harsh said: "Come inside."
Tseng had buried
himself behind paperwork. Nothing new. But something was odd.
"Oh,
don't ask about the ink spot at the door. My pen missed Reno."
"Sir, it's
not that spot." She
really didn't care about the blue splatter at the door. Her eyes were
locked on Tseng's neck. "You have a new girlfriend?" she
asked and tried to sound as casual as possible.
The hickey was
just to obvious.
The PC screen was black; nothing happened, no matter how often Reno rebooted the system.
Close to a frenzy he kicked against the machine's case, yelled a loud: "Fuck you." at the obviously broken device. Nothing happened. The screen stayed black.
Reno's voice could be heard on the hallway. Tseng, who passed by
the door , stopped, knocked and entered the room. One short check
underneath the table was enough to analyze the situation. Tseng
ignored Renos perfect line of sight on his ass when he bend forward.
"Plugging the thing in might help."
Not only the
screen was turned on.
Exchange of Fluids (11:47 am)
Bitter coffee was swallowed down. The only milk left in the
fridge was from last week, close to develop it's own democracy.
Sugar wasn't restocked either.
Tseng made a personal note for
himself: Organizing grocery plans.
This moment Reno walked in, tilted his head and glared at the
coffeecup. "Fresh?"
"Yes."
The door was
shut, Reno grabbed the tie of his boss and dragged him close. Just a
quick kiss, hasty tongue play.
And in Tsengs mouth the taste of
a vanilla shake lingered.
"No more coffee left, had to take
somethin' else." Reno turned and left with a smile.