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Ryan gave Jim a week to recover. He gave him 4 weeks to recover, actually. By this point, Jim had forgotten about Ryan’s part in the whole ordeal. It’s difficult to forget blowing your coworker in the bathroom, but Jim was at peace with that. He wasn’t some blushing virgin. The encounter after, however, had been completely overshadowed. It didn’t help that Andy’s faint blush every time they made eye contact brought him straight back to the bathroom.
“Hey, Jim, can you stay late with me tonight? For the bathroom project we talked about a few weeks ago.”
Jim’s breath caught in his chest. It all came flooding back to him.
”Sure, yeah, I’ll see you then.”
Ryan ruffled his hair. “Good boy.”
That was going to have to be fixed.
Jim’s resolve steeled as the day continued. There was absolutely no way he was going to let that little power play slide. Clearly, Ryan was under the wrong impression and Jim’s heart raced at the idea of correcting him.
Soon enough, the clock struck 5 and the various Dunder Mifflin family members trickled out, leaving just Jim and Ryan left in the office. Jim, refusing to make the first move, held fast, typing some bullshit email he was never going to send. The same email he had been typing for the last half an hour. It wasn’t long, however, before Ryan made his appearance, approaching Jim’s desk.
“Well, it’s been over a week. Let’s talk.” A sly smile danced on his face.
Jim stood up, facing Ryan, before stepping forward and guiding him back into the conference room window. Their height difference was felt by both. “I agree, we should talk.” There was a glint in his eye.
Ryan swallowed, but kept his cool. “So, you gonna suck me off like you sucked Andy off?” The mocking undertone in his voice was clear and Jim did not appreciate it.
”No.”
Ryan scoffed. ”Then what?”
Jim cupped Ryan’s jaw before pulling him into a deep, rough kiss. Ryan played along, kissing back with equal passion. He nipped at Jim’s lips.
Absolutely not.
Jim pulled back, before gently but solidly slapping Ryan’s cheek. He wasn’t actually going to hurt the other man, but it served as a nice warning. Ryan’s eyes shot open, and he shuddered, a flush steadily rising up his face. Jim’s hand returned to Ryan’s jaw, but firmer this time. He manhandled his head, moving it side to side, before centering it to look into his eyes.
”I’m not dealing with your shit. Got it?”
If Ryan wanted a simple hookup, he could’ve gone to any available guy or girl in the town. No, he chose to make it Jim’s problem, so Jim was going to handle it how he saw fit.
Ryan nodded. Jim smiled.
”Good.”
Jim leaned back in, taking Ryan once again into a steady kiss. Ryan was a lot more compliant this time, opening his mouth to take Jim’s tongue when he flicked it across his lips. Jim’s hand moved up to Ryan’s hair, as the other went to his hip, pushing him back against the side table in front of the window. He made sure to keep their lower halves separated.
After thoroughly exploring Ryan’s mouth, Jim turned his attention elsewhere. He kissed down Ryan’s jaw to his neck, earning a whimper from another man. Jim rewarded the noise with a gentle tug of Ryan’s hair, eliciting yet another. His bravado was completely gone by this point, exactly as planned.
Jim ravaged Ryan’s neck with kisses and nips. As he worked, he loosened Ryan’s tie and undid his top buttons to give him better access to his shoulders. Jim laid a few test bites on Ryan’s shoulders, and after being met with no resistance, Jim dived in and started biting and sucking at the skin. He was determined to leave a mark that would remind Ryan of this moment for the rest of the week.
Luckily for Ryan, he wasn’t an asshole. They were all hideable.
Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, Jim moved his attention onto Ryan’s nipples. He worked down the rest of Ryan’s shirt buttons, slapping his hands away when he tried to help, before ripping open his shirt. He took one of Ryan’s nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, and got exactly what he was looking for. An undignified yelp left Ryan’s mouth as his hips thrust into bare air.
Jim continued his attack, playing with one nipple with his mouth, and the other with his hand. Ryan threw his head back, panting and whining. Jim hoped he would be sensitive but this was more than he could’ve expected. Ryan’s hips thrust aimlessly into the air again, desperate for some kind of pressure.
”Fuck.” Ryan breathed.
He tried to take a step forward, but a firm hand on his hip kept him in his place. Ryan whined, once again, the pressure in his pants quickly becoming uncomfortable, but Jim wasn’t ready to give him what he wanted yet.
“Please.”
Jim chuckled. “Please, what?”
Ryan looked at Jim through hooded eyes. “I need…”
That definitely got to Jim a little. He wasn’t infallible.
”Say it. Use your words.”
Ryan just whined and thrust uselessly.
Jim rolled his eyes. Just when he thought he was getting somewhere. He laced his hand back through Ryan’s hair and tugged. Hard. Ryan hissed through his teeth, eyes screwing shut.
”Come on, man, it’s not that hard.”
This earned Jim a sharp glare. That was fine. He was allowed to be a bit feisty. He wasn’t going to give him what he wanted as long as he kept it up, though. Jim backed off but kept his hand in the other’s hair.
”You done?”
“Fuck you.”
Oh he knows what he’s doing.
Jim slapped Ryan again, harder this time, pausing afterwards to both allow Ryan time to recover and also to make sure he hadn’t gone too hard. This wasn’t exactly something they had discussed. The pleading, lustful gaze that fell over his eyes before he corrected his face told him he was safe.
Jim reveled in his small victory before something wet hit him. The asshole had just spat at him. What the hell. Jim lunged forward, pressing his leg between Ryan’s legs and grinding the top of his knee into his crotch. He yanked on Ryan’s hair, yet again, exposing his neck where he bit down. Ryan let out a groan at the sharp pain and hissed and grunted through his teeth, but he took it like a champ.
It wasn’t until Jim pulled his mouth away that he registered the hips rolling against his leg.
”You’re acting all tough but you’re still humping my leg like a dog. Pathetic.” Jim smirked. His breath hitched when he looked back up at Ryan’s face and saw that lustful, submissive look had returned, and was staying this time. He could manage defiance in short bursts but it’s clear at the end of the day, what he really wanted was a firm hand.
“Good boy.”
Jim ruffled Ryan’s hair and moved back to his neck to place soft kisses and licks.
”Do you want to feel good for me?”
Ryan nodded, hesitantly, his brain working at a mile an hour. He looked cute. Pitiful. Jim pressed his leg slightly harder against Ryan’s hard length.
”Make yourself cum. Good boy.”
Ryan whined in response and his ruts got faster and shakier. Jim continued his far more gentle attack on Ryan’s neck, and brought his hand back to Ryan’s nipple, gently pulling and tweaking it. Ryan whined and gripped desperately onto Jim’s shirt. His whole body shuddered as he reached his climax, sending warm liquid seeping through the various layers of clothing.
The sound of a door closing caught Jim’s attention but he immediately turned it back to the quivering mess in front of him. He guided Ryan down into his desk chair, and offered him his water bottle, playing gently with his hair as the other man caught his breath.
”You doing alright, man?”
Ryan shot him a glare. Yeah, he’s fine.
”Alright.”
Jim stayed with Ryan for a while before he was shoved gently away. Jim didn’t mind, the shorter guy clearly had a lot to think about. He picked up his bag and jacket and headed out, offering a generic goodbye as he left through the door.
His mind flashed back to the sound he heard just as Ryan climaxed. It sounded exactly like the office door closing. He let out a silent prayer that it was just his imagination but had a sinking feeling something was up.
That was an issue for another day, though. He had more pressing (against his pants) matters to attend to.