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michalsOne word prompt: Beckon
Fandom: The Office
Pairing: Jim/Ryan
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Rating: This one's probably only a PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Afternoon comes to the office, Jim and Ryan find a way to pass the time.
It's nearing the tenuous hours of mid afternoon, after the temporary reprieve of lunch and before the homestretch before five o'clock and home. Jim leaves his 1050th game of Solitaire (and what a depressing day that was, when they upgraded the systems to one that came with a version of the game that kept count) when he has to pry his eyes away from the glowing screen or he's going to get one of those stale headaches that'll last until he gets home.
He spends some time rummaging through the cabinets before settling on the half sleeve of Oreos that he knew he was going to pick from the beginning. He's working on licking the cream off of his fifth cookie when Ryan comes through the kitchen door. He looks around at Jim, who raises a dark Oreo piece in a half hearted wave, then pushes at the door to the men's room. Just before he slips through the door though, he turns to Jim and...well, beckoning is the best word for the flip of the hand that Ryan gives him before disappearing into the bathroom.
Jim hesitates. He's already spent a good five minutes nursing the cookies; he can just see Dwight with his stop watch, glancing at Jim's desk with gaining fervor. But Jim's always been one to indulge Dwight's fascist-like need to lord over everyone so he quickly stuffs the cookies back in the cabinet and goes through the bathroom door.
The door doesn't even fully swing shut before Ryan's pressing against him and slipping his tongue into his mouth. Jim responds with equal eagerness, sliding a hand into Ryan's dark curls and the other under his suit jacket.
When Ryan pulls away, gasping, he says "Took you long enough."
"Had to finish my cookie." Jim responds with a grab to Ryan's ass.
Ryan jumps then rolls his eyes, dragging Jim in again.
They gradually stumble against the sinks, and Jim uses his hands on Ryan's ass to hoist him up on the counter, fitting himself in the 'V' of his legs.
"We...we don't...have the time." Ryan says in between Jim attacking his mouth.
"Hey, you started it." Jim says, nipping at his earlobe.
Ryan finally gets a hand between them, pushing at Jim's chest. "What if someone comes in?"
Jim turns to the door and puts his fingers on the lock, but pauses just before flipping it. "You sure? We could invite Michael in, have him join us..."
"That's not funny." Ryan says, deadpan and intensely serious. Jim laughs anyway and flicks the lock closed before returning to bite at Ryan's pouty lower lip.
Fandom: The Office
Pairing: Jim/Ryan
By:
authormichalsRating: This one's probably only a PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Afternoon comes to the office, Jim and Ryan find a way to pass the time.
It's nearing the tenuous hours of mid afternoon, after the temporary reprieve of lunch and before the homestretch before five o'clock and home. Jim leaves his 1050th game of Solitaire (and what a depressing day that was, when they upgraded the systems to one that came with a version of the game that kept count) when he has to pry his eyes away from the glowing screen or he's going to get one of those stale headaches that'll last until he gets home.
He spends some time rummaging through the cabinets before settling on the half sleeve of Oreos that he knew he was going to pick from the beginning. He's working on licking the cream off of his fifth cookie when Ryan comes through the kitchen door. He looks around at Jim, who raises a dark Oreo piece in a half hearted wave, then pushes at the door to the men's room. Just before he slips through the door though, he turns to Jim and...well, beckoning is the best word for the flip of the hand that Ryan gives him before disappearing into the bathroom.
Jim hesitates. He's already spent a good five minutes nursing the cookies; he can just see Dwight with his stop watch, glancing at Jim's desk with gaining fervor. But Jim's always been one to indulge Dwight's fascist-like need to lord over everyone so he quickly stuffs the cookies back in the cabinet and goes through the bathroom door.
The door doesn't even fully swing shut before Ryan's pressing against him and slipping his tongue into his mouth. Jim responds with equal eagerness, sliding a hand into Ryan's dark curls and the other under his suit jacket.
When Ryan pulls away, gasping, he says "Took you long enough."
"Had to finish my cookie." Jim responds with a grab to Ryan's ass.
Ryan jumps then rolls his eyes, dragging Jim in again.
They gradually stumble against the sinks, and Jim uses his hands on Ryan's ass to hoist him up on the counter, fitting himself in the 'V' of his legs.
"We...we don't...have the time." Ryan says in between Jim attacking his mouth.
"Hey, you started it." Jim says, nipping at his earlobe.
Ryan finally gets a hand between them, pushing at Jim's chest. "What if someone comes in?"
Jim turns to the door and puts his fingers on the lock, but pauses just before flipping it. "You sure? We could invite Michael in, have him join us..."
"That's not funny." Ryan says, deadpan and intensely serious. Jim laughs anyway and flicks the lock closed before returning to bite at Ryan's pouty lower lip.
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