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The 21st century, the age of innovation. In the modern age, many changes had been brought into the workplace by ambitious young people.

One such change is a much less strict dress code.

For Johnny Seo, that one simple change he’d decided to bring into his company had made all the difference ever since.

Because some people were always playing with boundaries, always on the verge of breaking the already loose rules, but never quite all the way.

And it was a huge problem because his assistant regularly came to work in knee-high boots, nearly see-through, low cut shirts, skinny jeans and sometimes even skirts.

It was doing damage to Johnny’s work. How would he ever focus on work when his breath was swept away each time he laid his eyes on Ten.

Ten, who was more than qualified for the position, whom Johnny worked well with, except for those times when the assistant was wearing a shirt so tight Johnny could see the outline of his hips.

Johnny was afraid that one of those days he would be so distracted that he’d make a fatal mistake and truly damage the company, but perhaps he was just paranoid. He was quite the workaholic and he liked to have everything under control. He stuck to strict schedules that helped him organize his time efficiently.

However recently those schedules were being thrown into chaos more and more by Ten’s visits to Johnny’s office, with his very subtle touches and equivocal words that never failed to stir something in Johnny, something that must not ever be brought out during working hours.

And then Ten would disclose it with a question of, “Can I help you with that?”

The first time Johnny had been a tiny bit confused by the ambiguity, before Ten sank to his knees and it all became crystal clear. The younger had asked, “Is this okay?” and even though Johnny’s mind was screaming at him to say no, because damn it all he had so much work to do, in the end he had been too weak – the mere thought of Ten’s lips on him made Johnny’s mind dissolve. He had just nodded.

And ever since then it had become a regular thing. Each and every time Johnny would try to make some generic excuse before inevitably giving in and once even going as far as to be the one to push Ten down to his knees.

Johnny had not once turned him down, not once objected to it, no matter the work he had to do, or the place and time; but that did not stop him from complaining about it to Taeyong, continuously.

“He’s too much,” Johnny was saying. “I haven’t been able to focus on anything for days. He’s always there when I’m busiest and most stressed and afterwards my plans are all messed up and I need to catch up and change them—”

“Well, at least you’re learning to be more flexible and not obsessively stick to timetables,” Taeyong commented and sipped his coffee.

Johnny narrowed his eyes at the other. “I’ve come this far because I’m organized and hard working. This is the first time in my entire career that I’ve been this negligent and irresponsible! If I can’t focus on my work, if I don’t do my part properly, everything will go to shit—”

Taeyong frowned, placing his cup down on the desk. “What are you talking about? Things are running smoothly, actually, we’re doing better than ever. You’re talking as if we’re on the verge of bankruptcy – just because your assistant is hot. And you know what, I think we’ve been doing better ever since Ten came here.”

Johnny went quiet, sinking into his leather chair. When he thought about it, Taeyong was, in fact, correct. But it didn’t add up – Johnny had been all over the place ever since that distraction had walked into the office with his heels clicking against the tiles. And sure, he did his part diligently and efficiently, which once again didn’t add up considering how frequently he had Johnny’s dick in his mouth.

He couldn’t figure it out, so he just gave up and shook his head. “He’s too distracting. I wish I could at least tell him to dress more decently, but I can’t single him out like that. Not to mention he could call me out...”

Taeyong raised an eyebrow at the other. “Johnny, be honest with yourself. Do you want him to be replaced? Because you can replace him. If it’s such a horrible situation, you can always sack him or give him a different position, far from you.”

Johnny didn’t respond. He put his palms together in a contemplative gesture, just staring ahead of himself blankly.

“I knew it. Hypocrite,” Taeyong accused, snickering.

Johnny glared at him. “Break’s over, back to work!”

 

As always, Ten strolled in when Johnny had most work to do. He was empty handed, unlike every other time when he at least tried to make it seem like he had some business to discuss.

He walked over and leaned against the desk in a manner that Johnny was supposed to find rude, but he just found attractive.

“I don’t have to pretend anymore, right?” Ten spoke, crossing his arms that his sleeveless turtleneck left exposed. “We both know why I’m here.”

Not taking his eyes off of the screen, Johnny said, “I thought the whole show was more for everyone else, not me.”

The lightness of Ten’s laugh made Johnny’s heart leap. “No one saw me, so it’s alright.”

But that was where things froze. Johnny tried – if only to get a point across – to ignore Ten’s presence and keep working, but the younger wasn’t as patient. He reached out and fixed the collar of Johnny’s button-up shirt.

But he immediately pulled back, closing his eyes to avoid temptation. “Ten, I’m really busy...”

“I know,” he answered, not making any contact anymore. “I know you get stressed when you have a lot of work. That’s why I’m here.”

Johnny’s eyes fluttered open and as soon as he met Ten’s gaze, his heart started to ache. “That’s—” a cough, “—really kind of you, but I just don’t have any time to waste.”

Ten tilted his head, bottom lip poking out into a pout. “Come on, I don’t take up too much of your time, do I? I’m always quick.”

Johnny pushed his chair away from his desk, perhaps in a subconscious attempt to get away from Ten too, but it was his last bit of fight before he would inevitably lose.

“You don’t, but... I can’t get you off my mind the rest of the time.”

That was the green light Ten needed to keep going. He knew that Johnny’s protests were non-substantial, but he was still careful.

Well, not anymore, since Johnny had given in.

Ten stepped forward, resting his hand on the back of the leather chair. He started to fix Johnny’s tie, but then wrapped it around his hand and pulled on it, pulling Johnny close.

“Then have me now. If you don’t, you’ll only think about me more,” the assistant whispered.

Johnny couldn’t argue with that.

The way Ten was holding him by his tie, it was all too easy.

They’d never kissed before. At first Johnny was worried Ten would reject it and he was pleasantly surprised when he not only kissed back, but also pulled away because he was smiling too much. When he did, Ten fell into fit of giddy giggles, leaning his head on Johnny’s shoulder.

And it made Johnny smile too; for a second it seemed as if he could spend an eternity like that, just holding the smaller man.

And then Ten shifted, placing his palms flat on Johnny’s chest. “Right, no time to waste!” He hummed and pecked the elder’s cheek before letting go of him and getting down on his knees, wiggling a little as he settled between Johnny’s legs.

Somehow it felt so much more relaxed. Johnny was no longer as uptight about having his assistant unzipping his pants and pressing open mouthed kisses over his underwear.

He no longer tried so hard to keep his hands to himself either, lacing his fingers in Ten’s hair.

As promised, he wasted no time. He tugged Johnny’s underwear down, only taking a second to stroke him to full hardness before taking him into his mouth. Ten may have rushed a little though, because the suddenness of his own action made him gag; but he didn’t pull away.

It also caused Johnny to let out a startled whine that quickly dissolved into a lewd moan as Ten moved his head. Johnny leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. He surrendered himself to the sensation completely. Heart drumming against his chest, he let Ten make magic with his lips and tongue.

Johnny slipped one hand out of Ten’s hair and instead stroked his cheek, traced his jaw line. Even though Ten was very skilled and knew what he was doing, Johnny really didn’t need much, just Ten and his mouth, it was enough for him to be brought over the edge.

He held Ten down and gave the tiniest thrust of his hips, moaning out as he came down the assistant’s throat, who pulled back and swallowed it all down like he always did. He gave a few more kitten licks to Johnny’s softening cock, to clean it all.

Ten took a second to rest, to take a deep breath, holding onto Johnny’s thighs for balance. And still, he swayed a little.

Johnny cupped his cheeks and leaned down to peck his nose. “This isn’t good for your knees, you know,” he mumbled.

Ten chuckled, holding onto Johnny as he slowly stood up. “Oh, now you worry about my knees.”

Johnny just shrugged a little, looking up at the younger.

He fixed his hair and his shirt. He flicked his gaze to the clock on Johnny’s desk. “Not too bad. I’ll, uh—I’ll leave you to work now.”

“Wait.”

Ten turned around.

Johnny lowered his gaze to his obvious hard-on, then raised his eyebrows.

The younger shrugged shyly, adjusting his pants a little. “I’ll go on a bathroom break, it’ll be fine.”

Johnny outstretched his arm. Ten hesitated, but ultimately accepted it and let himself be pulled in.

It was the day of firsts for them. Up until then Ten had always disregarded his own need, walking away before Johnny even got the chance to offer some help with it.

Now, he was straddling Johnny’s thigh, slowly rocking his hips, lips parted in a silent moan.

“What do you want me to do?” Johnny whispered, carefully kissing down Ten’s neck.

“Talk to me,” quietly, shakily.

Johnny wasn’t sure if he’d be any good at dirty talk – it was a mine field, very easy to overdo. But thankfully he got an idea, something that was more or less a safe topic for them.

Slowly sliding his hands down to Ten’s hips, Johnny spoke, “I should fuck you over my desk one of these days.”

He must have said the right thing because immediately Ten whimpered and curled his fingers into Johnny’s shirt.

The elder held him closer, threading his fingers through his hair, which resulted in Ten resting his head on Johnny’s shoulder again. He could feel Ten’s breath against his skin with every little moan he let out.

“Every time you wore skinny jeans, all I could think about was how much I wanted to have that ass for myself. Right here, bent over my desk, holding you down... You’re not used to being restrained, are you?”

Ten quickly shook his head, rutting desperately against Johnny’s leg. “Tell me—” he tried, but speaking was difficult at the moment.

Johnny could only guess what Ten wanted him to say. He pressed a soothing kiss to his lips. “Well, you’ll get used to it. I won’t let you move an inch, you’ll take it like a good boy. Won’t you?”

Ten shook his head stubbornly.

Johnny pulled his hair, thereby forcing his gaze up. “Won’t you?

Ten could swallow a lot, but not his pride. He licked his lips, narrowing his eyes. “If you – if you hold me down well enough—”

“Oh I will,” Johnny promised, pulling on Ten’s hair again.

The younger moaned so loudly that Johnny had to cover his mouth in hopes of containing the sound. With a final thrust he came, grinding his hips slowly while he came down from his high.

Johnny held him, kissed him, rubbed his thighs gently. It was their most intimate moment so far. Johnny could only hope that they could do it again some time. And maybe, just maybe, he actually wanted to fuck Ten over his desk.

Ten let himself be held for a bit longer before he stood up, slowly. “I’m sorry, I took too much of your time. In my defence, I hadn’t planned it this way.”

“Ah, it’s okay, it was my idea,” Johnny said. He paused, then added, “I do have to work though.”

Ten chuckled and leaned in to peck the elder’s cheek. “I’ll leave you to it then.”

 

He had to stay behind late that day. Something had come up – suddenly, with no warning, ruining absolutely every plan Johnny had had that day – and it was extremely frustrating. He couldn’t work like that, he couldn’t have finding important things out at the last moment, accidentally by the way, since no one thought to send him a fucking e-mail—

“Hey.”

Johnny stopped typing and looked up at Ten who was standing by the desk with his arms crossed, just like earlier.

“I can help if you want,” he offered in quite the gentle tone. It was obvious, if only from his tone that things between them had changed.

He was about to accept when his gaze fell onto Ten’s exposed arms.

Oh, no. No, no, no. This was something Johnny actually had to finish, hopefully somewhere before midnight, which wasn’t happening if Ten was going to sit there, shoulder to shoulder with Johnny who already had trouble getting the images from earlier out of his mind.

“I’m good. You can go home if you want,” Johnny said calmly, returning his gaze to the screen and keeping it there.

“I insist. It’ll be done faster if I help,” Ten said, already pulling up a chair.

Johnny wanted to face-palm but he had to keep his cool.

Just as he’d predicted, his train of thought swerved way too often, he found himself unable to finish sentences properly, all of his rhetorical skills getting thrown out the window promptly. His gaze kept falling onto Ten’s arms, thinking back to how he’d had them around him, how he’d held onto Johnny while riding himself to an orgasm.

“You know what, it’s gotten a bit chilly. Let me just grab my jacket,” Ten suggested.

The fact that he made no physical contact while standing up – touching Johnny’s arm or squeezing his shoulder – was a dead giveaway that he’d caught on. Ten must have noticed where he was looking and Johnny felt absolutely horrible about it.

He let his head fall on the desk, closing his eyes tightly. He had exactly two and a half minutes to feel sorry for himself and feel awful about having made Ten feel uncomfortable, because that was how long it took the younger to return.

Of course, Johnny could still find things to look at, his lips for example, but he had decided that enough was enough and that he wasn’t going to make Ten any more uncomfortable.

The good part was the fact that at least they managed to get the work done at a fairly decent time, and Johnny had no way of properly thanking Ten for his help.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Ten said while they were on their way out. “It’s my job, isn’t it?”

To that, Johnny didn’t have a good answer. However he still felt the need to apologize, even though he wasn’t sure if he should bring it up at all.

The ultimate decision was that he should, so once they stepped into the elevator, he spoke,

“I’m sorry about... Losing focus,” Johnny said steadily, looking ahead.

It took Ten a moment to understand what he was talking about, since he hadn’t addressed the action by its real name; staring.

“Oh. No, it’s fine. You were tired.” And that was the polite answer. A second passed before Ten decided to give an honest one – what did he have to hide after having blown Johnny so many times already, and especially after everything that had happened that day alone. “I do what I do and I wear what I wear to get your attention, so... it’s not your fault.”

“Well it worked,” Johnny mumbled. He closed his eyes, sighing. “It works every time.”

“Uh-huh. But I guess that’s not such a good thing when you’re actually trying to focus.”

The ding indicated that they were at the bottom floor and together they walked out of the elevator.

Ten stood in front of Johnny, his hands in his pockets. “I can stop if you want me to. I can leave you alone altogether if—I mean I know you technically never turned me down, but still...”

 Johnny had thought that their relationship was and should stay one of those spontaneous ones, where things are just done and never talked about and everyone was just assumed to be alright with it all. But that wasn’t a case – it was hardly ever the case – and god was he glad that they were finally talking.

He stepped forward and reached out, but changed his mind and quickly withdrew, instead mirroring Ten and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I don’t want you to leave me alone. After today? I mean—come on. Also, you... It’s absurd but, you actually help me de-stress and... it’s helped.” He paused. “Except for when your looks are distracting me,” he admitted.

Ten smiled. “I guess then I should dress differently.”

“Or I could get my shit together,” Johnny counter-offered.

Ten chuckled, shaking his head. “Good idea. But until then, I’ll keep my risky outfits out of the office.” He rocked on his heels during the small silence that fell over them and, seeing that Johnny wasn’t going to speak first, said, “See you tomorrow then.” He bowed and started to walk away.

This sentence made Johnny wonder just how provocatively Ten dressed when he wasn’t at the work place. He figured that he could find out if he were to go out with him, something that Johnny had wanted to do for quite some time now. This thought process made him realize that that was his opportunity to ask.

“Ten, wait,” Johnny called after him.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around, giving Johnny a questioning look.

“I was thinking,” he said, stepping forward. “We could grab a coffee sometime. Or  lunch. Or ice cream. Or anything really...”

Ten blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what was going on. Then his lips stretched into a smile and he nodded. “I’d love that.”