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Fire Starter
Where There’s Heat Part III
Brian and Justin’s POV
R/NC 17
Justin
The heat lightening jolts through me and goes straight to my gut as our tongues
connect. In an instant, I see a flash of what could be. There’s low light,
silk sheets and smooth skin. I hear my voice moan his name. I feel him come
inside me. The vision vanishes as quickly as it appeared, and I’m left with
his scent swimming around in my head and the feel of his soft, sweet mouth
gliding under my tongue.
He’s an amazing kisser. No, that doesn’t even do him justice. He’s phenomenal.
He’s surreal.
It’s strange how you just have a connection with certain people. A physical
pull that’s so strong you couldn’t deny it if your life depended on it. That’s
how I feel right now. If he doesn’t fuck me I’ll die. I want the job. I really
want it. I want it so fucking bad I can taste it. This is not an opportunity
to be tossed aside for a quick fuck. But this isn’t just any fuck.
His lips tear away from mine the moment before I pass out from a lack of oxygen.
My vision’s blurry and all I see are his deep hazel eyes and perfect, wet,
swollen, cherry-colored lips. My dick hums as I slump against the door, breathing
so erratically it’s embarrassing.
Will he fuck me right here? Could we even stop ourselves?
Brian
Jesus Christ the kid’s got a magic mouth. Why does he have to be so fucking
good at everything?
My chest heaves as I draw deep breaths through my nose. Our lips press so
tightly and our tongues delve so deeply I can hardly remember my name. His
hands roam my back. My fingers press into his hips. I slide a hand under his
suit jacket, dying to feel just a little skin.
He’s warm and even softer than I thought he’d be. Ah, glorious youth.
He gasps as our mouths are forced to separate. He slumps back against the
door; I keep my hands at his sides. He looks like he might need help standing
up. I bite my lower lip at how sexy he is, all disheveled and aroused.
I’m still a little torn about wanting to hire him. But now that I’ve had a
taste, I’d say there's no way I'll deprive myself of the pleasure of fucking
him. Like a flourless chocolate torte that I swear I’ll only take a bite of,
he’ll be devoured in an instant.
I shouldn’t fuck him in my office. I really should not fuck him in my office.
Right.
Justin
He lunges back in and crushes my mouth again. I’m flat against the door, my
back pressing against the wood so hard I might break through. That would be
an interesting scene - crashing backwards into his assistant’s office with
Brian locked to my lips.
He growls from somewhere deep inside and the vibrations make me shudder. His
lips leave mine and his tongue leaves a wet trail down my neck. He undoes
my tie and starts to unbutton the top of my shirt. It suddenly seems very
apparent that we're going to fuck in his office. This is the stuff porn movies
are made of.
I hiss and arch against him as my shirt is pulled open and his warm lips meet
my newly exposed skin.
“God, you’re hot,” he mutters into my chest as he bites a maddening trail
down the center of my torso. I blush at the compliment. I know I’m hot, but
he’s ridiculously beautiful. It almost hurts to watch his perfectly-shaped
lips move across my skin while his deft hands trail behind them.
My eyes roll back in my head as he starts to undo my belt buckle, his tongue
fucking my navel all the while.
“Mr. Kinney? Mr. Kinney?” A shrill voice catches us both off guard as it pierces
through the lust-filled haze that’s settled over his office.
“Shit,” he barks, standing up and stalking away from me. My legs feel like
Jell-o and I'm worried that I'll embarrass myself by just sliding down the
door. I concentrate on breathing as I push my shirt down to cover my exposed
skin.
“What?” He practically screams into his speakerphone.
“Mr. Darden’s on line one. He says it’s an emergency.”
He sighs and then looks up at me, eyebrows raised. His eyes never leave mine
as he replies, “It can’t wait? I’m doing something very important at the moment.”
“I know, I told him you were conducting an interview. He said it didn’t matter.
Something about a change to their new ad.”
“Fuck. Fine. I’ll pick it up.”
“Thank
you, sir.” I watch Brian cringe as his assistant finishes speaking .
He motions me to resume sitting in the chair in front of his desk as he picks
up his phone.
“Brian Kinney,” he says coolly, as if he wasn’t just about to fuck my brains
out.
I take a seat and try not to stare at him while he deals with the problem. My
mind is reeling with the possibilities of what’s to come. What does his cock
look like? What does his skin feel like? What will he taste like?
Every once in a while you just meet someone who’s…No, I’m not going to do this.
He’s just a guy, just a fuck. That’s it. We’ll get our rocks off and go our
separate ways. I’m not going to be some lovesick puppy over a man I just met.
He probably has a boyfriend, maybe even a partner. Just look at him -
beautiful, rich, successful, intelligent, amazing and astoundingly sexy. We’ll
have our afternoon delight and that will be that.
Right.
Brian
I cannot believe Darden interrupted me to bitch about the proof for their new
ad. It’s fucking brilliant, if I do say so myself, and for once this rich prick
should shut up and trust me. He’s always making last-minute changes and fucking
up my creative genius. If you’re going to bother to pay one of the most
expensive agencies in the city top dollar to develop your new ad campaign, you
should actually let them do it. He has an account management team that kisses
his ass 24 hours a day, not to mention complete access to my entire creative
team, yet he feels the need to call me about bullshit changes.
Fuck! Sometimes it sucks being the boss. And not always in a positive,
life-affirming way.
I listen to Frank Darden ramble on about size and spacing and typeface and a
dozen other things he knows nothing about. Honestly, none of it’s my forte
either – I’m the idea man, my excellent art team brings those ideas to life. He
should be talking to my Art Director, but as usual, he’ll only deal with me.
I watch Justin watch me and I feel my dick stir in my pants – lust renewed by a
simple look. He licks his lips and keeps staring as I attempt to listen to the
onslaught of whining assaulting my ears.
I smile a little as the perky blond strokes himself through his steel gray
slacks a few times. Naughty boy. Fucking sexy…
I sigh as I respond to Darden’s concerns. I furrow my brow and wonder how long
this call is going to be. I have a hot young thing waiting for my dick to take
him to heaven.
Blah, blah, blah – I’m barely fucking listening. Much like college, my
profession only requires 10 percent of my attention and I still do it better
than anyone around. (Hmmm, much like fucking, now that I think about it – but I
generally devote more than 10 percent of my time to that pursuit.)
The more moments that pass, the more time I have to think. The more I think,
the worse the idea of fucking a potential employee becomes. I ponder the
possibilities. What if he gets pissed that I fucked him instead of hired him
and decides to sue me?
I hate it when I overanalyze shit.
Justin
I watch Brian field the concerns of the client on the other end of the phone.
He’s clearly annoyed at the interruption, but his voice is one of
professionalism and genuine concern.
God, he’s hot.
His eyes stop wandering around the room and land on mine. He holds my gaze for
a long moment as we both lick our lips in anticipation. Tasting the remnants of
each other.
He’s really hot.
I reach down and glide my open palm over my crotch, reveling in the friction it
causes. I nearly shudder from the contact. He smiles at me.
So fucking hot.
When it’s clear the conversation isn’t going to wrap up any time soon, I stand
and walk behind his desk. He turns towards me slightly as I come to stand
between his open legs.
“…I understand Frank, I do think it’s a genuine concern and of course…” he
continues putting out fires as I kneel in front of him in an effort to start
another one.
I undo the button on his trousers and slowly pull down the zipper. He watches
with intense fascination and I can see the lust begin to cloud his eyes again.
I go painfully slow, waiting for him to stop me. No sane person would ever
allow this, but something in this man’s eyes tells me he’s got a little bit of
crazy running through his blood.
Very, very hot.
I slide my right hand down the front of his boxer briefs and wrap my fingers
around his thick, half-erect cock. I pull it out so just the tip is exposed and
then I release it, letting the elastic waist of his underwear hold it taut
against his stomach. I admire the full, red tip and judging by what I felt,
he’s even bigger than I expected. I feel my jaw tense with anticipation and I
will it to relax so I can show off my skills in this particular discipline.
I lean down and lick the tip where it lays against his firm belly, letting my
tongue play in the slit until his dick shudders. I run my tongue back and forth
over the underside, teasing the sensitive spot where the shaft connects to the
head. His eyes widen and his free hand grips the arm of his black leather
executive chair. He leans back a bit and I move forward to accommodate him.
Brian
He’s actually sucking my dick while I’m on the phone. I’ve known this kid for
less than two hours and he’s already more impressive than the vast majority of
people I’ve ever met. Maybe I should hire him. Bathroom breaks and long lunches
– could be interesting.
No, no, no…get a grip, Kinney. I’ve been down that road and it totally fucked
me over. Learned my lesson. Not going to…ahhhhh, fuck me he’s good at that.
Jesus…
He pulls my dick all the way out after torturing the tip for ages. I’m hard as
steel and leaking like crazy. I haven’t seen this much precum since I was 17. I
keep leaning farther back in my chair; I’m practically reclining. Now he’s
moved up to hover over my crotch. He keeps breathing warm puffs of air over the
tip of my dick and then looking up at me with teasing eyes to judge my
reaction. If this fuck thinks he’s going to make me lose it in front of a client,
he's sorely mistaken.
A little more torture and I’m done playing around. I shove my hips upwards as I
clutch the arm of my chair in a death grip. I practically feed my dick to him,
but he takes it with an eagerness I haven’t witnessed in a long while.
Hot, very hot…
I watch his cheeks hollow as the length of my dick disappears between his
beautiful lips. I grit my teeth so hard in an effort to stifle a moan that I
fear I might shatter my jaw.
He deep-throats me voraciously and as the tip of my dick brushes the back of
his throat, I have to extend the phone as far away from my face as I can so I
can finally release the guttural moan I’m holding. A whimper escapes and I lock
eyes with him. Half-pissed at his relentless torture, but more turned on than I
can remember being in a very, very long time, I let him continue.
I put the phone back to my ear just in time to catch the end of yet another
ridiculous question.
“Listen Frank, let me work on the changes we’ve discussed and get back to you
with a new proof.” My client can tell I’m done with this conversation and while
that may not suit him, I have to thank the gods above when he catches my drift
and wraps up the call. Justin works me over with vigor as I say my goodbyes and
practically throw the phone across the room.
I grab his angelic little face and pull it away from my dick. I yank him up
into my lap and kiss him with an intensity that startles us both.
“You little prick,” I growl into his ear.
“You love it,” he whispers back in a gravelly voice that goes straight to my
gut.
I find myself thinking it might be nice to really have my way with this one.
Spend some time…get off more than once. Sometimes a fuck isn’t just a fuck,
sometimes it’s an excellent fuck. He might be worth dinner and a trip back to
my place.
I release him and he slides back down between my legs until his lips recapture
my dick. I toss my head back and try to quiet myself as he works his magic.
I’m impressed. Very impressed.
Hands trailing my thighs and tongue turning me into a madman, this kid has me
more wound up than some of the best fucks of my life. Who would have guessed?
As my breath hitches, my muscles tense and my balls raise, I find myself
contemplating the possibilities. He’s here for the rest of the week. We could
have a little fun. Doesn’t have to mean a thing. It doesn’t mean a thing. He’s
hot, clearly talented in more ways than one. Sucks some mean cock and is pretty
interesting. I could find worse ways to spend my free time for the next few
days.
And then the fire engulfs me, flames shooting through every inch of my body.
Any coherent thoughts I was having are burned to nothing more than cinders.
I practically bite through my bottom lip as I try to keep quiet. When the last
of the flames fizzle out and I’m left with nothing more than a warm tingle
running through me, I look down and drink him in, a smirk on his face and
looking oh-so-satisfied with himself. I find myself smiling back and feeling
rather disarmed by this intriguing boy – no, man.
He crawls up into my lap and kisses me deeply as he mumbles into my mouth, “You
taste so good.” The husky words tug on my dick and I start to stand at
attention again almost immediately.
Fuck me, this kid’s a fire starter.
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