Business
Business
xmlns="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40">
Title:
Business.
Beta: None, all mistakes my own.
Rating: Hard R.
Genre: PWP.
Pairings: Kimblee/Archer.
Feedback: Please! Feed my crazy!
Word Count: +/- 373.
Summary: There’s nothing personal about it, just business, as usual.
Notes: Written on a whim after a very… inspiring pic, what can I say, I
couldn’t help myself. AU, by the way.
~·~·~
Business.
~·~·~
There’s nothing
personal about it, just business, as usual.
Kimblee comes
to get away from real life, from a itchy marriage he’s still trying to worm his
way out of and a boring job with nearly not enough action in the field. Archer
just happened to be conveniently at his reach, and he couldn’t say no to such
an opportunity. He had never looked at him that way – he had never looked at
any other men that way – before, but Archer’s little secret turned out to be
far more productive and less embarrassing than expected.
There was just
something terribly arousing at the sight of his boss and co-worker sprawled on
the wooden floor, wearing a skimpy kimono that didn’t cover nearly enough and
looking at him with a mix of apprehension and need that’s just calling him to
do something about it.
He’s not gentle
about it, either. Once the door closes and they’re alone, the roles reverse and
it’s not long before Archer is wrapped around him, with his mouth, his hands, his
body, his voice. Kimblee gets hard just thinking about it, and he can’t
quite prevent the sadistic grin he gives his superior every morning after, once
they’re back to normal and there’s rank and a desk separating them.
There’s nothing
personal about it, just business, as usual… but Kimblee certainly wouldn’t mind
to make it more than that. He’s not going to tell Archer, of course, because if
anything, this business of theirs is all about power and manipulation, and he
can’t afford to give away a weakness that might cost him more than just a
little pride, but that’s fine. He knows and it’s enough. More so when it’s
Archer who’s writhing under him. Who cares about the barbs and tart insults
thrown in a conference hall? He knows just what places to touch or lick to make
that deliciously educated voice quiver with want, and that secret is all he
needs to withstand endless battles.
No, there’s
nothing personal about Archer wearing a blue kimono and crying out for more,
nothing particularly important about the way Kimblee delights in fucking this
man until they can’t stand on their own, just business…
Nothing else.