Title: Hidden Romance.
Summary: Their romance had been kept well hidden, but then someone had to go snooping around…
Pairings: Bryan/Johnny
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade.
This is for JcPyrofire (who I'm uncertain is still even here) for pointing out that I had indeed not wrote a fic with Bryan/Johnny as the main pairing -is shot-. I'm going through this uke!Johnny phase at the moment X3.I don't know how long this fic will be, most likely three of four chapters. It all depends. Anyway, enough from me prattling on, I hope you enjoy reading my new fic.
Johnny enters his office and throws himself down into his chair with a weary sigh. He glances down at his phone and notices that there are several missed calls. He rolls his eyes heavenward as he presses the delete button. He already knows what they're about.
Currently he is working in the BBA office building in Japan, working in the internal communications department. There is still some resentment from the higher bosses due to the fact that Mr. Dickinson has been re-elected as chairman again.
Since the relations between the Beyblade side of the BBA is still a little frosty employees dreaded dealing with them, heck, most were scared of them.
Not Johnny, though. Hence the reason his the head of Internal Affairs.
Johnny sighs and rubs his eyes again. He had only just returned from a board meeting with the Hobnobs, all of who try to treat him like some brainless brat. He isn't afraid of them. And the best part is that they can't really fire him. The reason is he has friends in much higher places.
And he lets them know it regularly.
Johnny leans forward in his chair when he notices a small white piece of paper. He quickly snatches it up, knowing all to well who it's from.
Meet me in the car park at lunch, it reads.
Chuckling, Johnny scrunches up the piece of paper and throws it into his bin on the other side of his office. He glances at his watch to see that his lunch break starts in about ten minutes.
Leaning back into his chair once again, Johnny's mind drifts to the person who sent it. The note is from Bryan. Yes, Bryan. They are work colleagues, with Bryan working in the International Affairs. They've been secretly seeing each other for more than a year. No one really knows about their relationship and they prefer to keep it that way.
The sneaking around felt wrong, but also very exciting.
There was an instant attraction between the two when they found out they would be working together on some projects. Their affair had seemed inevitable from the start.
They often found themselves working late together with just the two of them in the building. After the last of the cleaners had cleared out, the atmosphere in the building quickly turned scorching as the two gave into their desires together.
Working together in such close proximity can do that to a person.
He can still remember the day their affair had officially begun, more than a year ago today. It had been the middle of summer, the worst on record in Japan. As the temperature soared well about average, the fool-proof necessities like electricity, water and phone lines began to fail. Blackouts were common across the city of Tokyo.
On the hottest day on record, Johnny found himself stuck in a lift with no one but Bryan for company. In a hot, tiny lift.
He had always held this fascination for the older Russian. He is ungodly ruggedly handsome, arrogant and fiery as hell, but yet, he didn't act like a snob and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty or try something that would be considered extreme and dangerous.
With no power, no way to get out, they had no choice but to sit down and wait to be rescued. They began talking quietly, just passing the time. Soon, however, their conversation somehow turned to the topic of their fantasies. Their sensual fantasies.
The next thing he knew, they were having wild, sensual, mind-blowing sex. He doesn't know if the heat managed to fry their brains, or if it was due to the forced intimacy they had to share in that lift. What he does know is that was the most sensual thing he has ever experienced and he wanted more.
At first, they both thought it was a one-off thing, but after spending yet another night together while working late, rationality soon disappeared as desire raised it's sensual self once again. And again.
In fact, it's never left.
Was is passion, lust or love? He doesn't know. Nor does he care very much. He enjoys discovering his sensual self, and the freedom to just be himself far too much to mess things up by over-complicating things.
The sound of a knock at the door violently pulls Johnny from his thoughts. "Come in," he says while subconsciously making sure he doesn't look like he has been doing anything naughty.
A tall, broadly built brown hair teen pops his head in. It's Goki, their new cleaner. He accidentally destroyed some of the BBA's property and the BBA are making him pay it back by doing some work for them. So, here he is, a blader turned cleaner.
There is much resentment from him.
"Rubbish," he says bluntly and Johnny points wordlessly at his bin. Goki nods and heads over to the bin, while smirking and looking slyly at Johnny
Johnny blinks, wondering why Goki is looking at him like that. He couldn't possibly know, could he? "What?" Johnny asks after a moment, managing to keep his voice emotionless and level.
Goki's smirk widens. "Oh, nothing," he says, coy. He picks up the bin and throws the crumble pieces of paper into a black garbage bag. "You go through a lot of paper, that's all. Especially small pieces of paper."
Johnny's mind goes blank. "Uh, I like to scribble things down, that's all."
"Right."
Johnny frowns, ready to tell him off when he glances at the clock. It's a little after 12. The car park! "I'd love to stay and chat," he says, gritting his teeth. "But it's my lunch break."
"Of course," Goki smiles. "Shouldn't keep you waiting."
Johnny looks at him once more before leaving the office, his head spinning with thoughts and paranoia.
Could it be that after a year, someone is catching onto them?
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Johnny gasps as he felt the cold hard metal of Bryan's car, which is at the far corner of the underground parking lot, on his back. His mind, however, is soon becomes blank as Bryan's hot lips ravage his own. He wraps his fingers around Bryan's shirt while Bryan's hands supports himself against the car. He thrusts his hips against the platinum's, making him moan.
Normal, a display of desire such as that would have lead to wild, earth-moving sex, but their lunch break was only half an hour, which isn't nearly long enough for the two of them to engage in what they really want.
There isn't a place that they wouldn't display their love making. They've made love in Johnny's car, in Bryan's car, their offices at night, the storage room, the lift, the boardroom, the toilets, their flats when their teammates aren't home, a cheap hotel room, even outside on a deserted bushwalker's path on an old blanket.
After that they would have to part their separate ways and go back to their teams who are none the wiser. They know they could tell them about their relationship, but the thrill of the possibility of getting caught makes their relationship exciting and they don't want to give that up just yet.
Johnny breaks his lips away on a gasp and moan when Bryan turns his attention to his neck. He bites his bottom lip to prevent himself from moaning louder. Dammit, this Russian knows exactly where his sweet spot is and isn't afraid to use it against him. Every time Bryan touches him there while at work or on a lunch break, he has to fight the need to become more intimate with him.
He succumbs to no one, but Bryan knows exactly how to manipulate his body and turn him into a moaning pile of much. Much to his disgust and excitement.
Though, it should be said, they haven't established who's uke and who's seme. Johnny smirks as he recalls that on more than one occasion, he had Bryan screaming his name out, wanting more. They take it in turns, depending how stress, frustrated and tired the other is feeling. Although he's usually the one on the bottom, succumbing to the pleasure the Russian inflicts upon him.
He turns his head to the side and momentary glances at the line of clearing trolleys sitting just outside the door. He immediately thought of Goki.
"Bryan," he breathes, trying to pull himself back to reality as he is certain he is suppose to be back at work any minute now.
Bryan leaves a long, lingering kiss on his lips and pulls away. He steps back to rearrange his clothes and Johnny does the same. "You working late tonight?" he asks.
Johnny leans forward and looks into the car's side mirrors, checking for any love bites. He finds a couple of fresh marks and covers them with his hair and pulls his collar up a bit. "Of course. You?"
"I can arrange something."
Johnny smirks as he stands up straight. He glances over at Bryan, then at the clearing carts behind him. He frowns and leans against the car. "Bryan, do you think someone might be, you know, suspicious of us?"
Bryan gives him a look of puzzlement. "No, I don't think so. Why?"
"You know Goki, the reluctant cleaner?" Bryan nods. "I think he might know something."
"I think you're paranoia is kicking in again," Bryan says with a small shrug. "Goki couldn't possibly know about us."
Johnny isn't convinced and chews on his bottom lip, slightly nervous. "Still…"
"Come on," Bryan says as he pushes him towards the entrance. "We better get going before someone really does become suspicious."
Woo, my first fic with Bryan/Johnny as the main pairing. I don't know if it's just me, but I see this relationship as a very passionate one, you know what I mean? Or am I just rambling?
Johnny: You're probably just rambling.
I do that a lot. I mean, I like to prattle on and on about how cute pairings are, especially my all time favorite, I'm pretty sure you know who I'm talking about. Oh, isn't uke!Johnny adorable?! OMG. Anyway, -carries on and on-
Johnny: Urgh, please review. I guess.