Etharei
WARNINGS: gratuitous sex?
A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
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Putting down the report from the test groups that he has been reviewing for
he last hour, Brian briefly passes a hand over his eyes and considers stopping
for the night. The rest of the floor outside is dark, and there’s barely any
traffic over the roads outside, so everything is quiet.
The sound of approaching footsteps makes him look up. Because of the dim light,
he can’t really see the figure walking on the other side of the glass panels
along one wall of my office, but he has a fairly good idea of who it is.
Justin stops just outside the door, waiting for permission to enter. Brian nods.
Nobody’s around, but Brian is glad that Justin keeps up the businesslike behavior.
Then again, Justin is a professional when it comes to work.
“Here are the proofs you asked for, Mr. Kinney,” he says, handing Brian a stack
of sheets.
Which are due noon tomorrow.
“Thank you,” Brian says, acknowledging the good prompt work with a controlled
smile and an approving nod of the head. Justin’s work is always impeccable,
but Brian glances through the sheets anyway, out of habit. He did tell
Justin that he won’t be getting any special treatment from me. “Everything seems
to be in order. Why don’t you retire for the night, Taylor?”
He nods, longish blond hair bobbing. Brian has the sudden urge to grab something.
Settles for a pen, rolling it between his fingers. “Thanks, Mr. Kinney. I will,
once I photocopy these. Murph wants them in the morning.” Brian notices that
there are still a few sheets of paper in Justin’s hand, but what immediately
distracts him is the look that grows in Justin’s eyes. He’s seen it many times
before, the most recent one being this morning, when Justin had woken up to
Brian coming out of the shower with only a towel. Around his head.
Shifting in his seat, Brian makes a vague dismissive gesture. Justin nods, but
Brian can see the muscles around his mouth working to keep his lips level. He
turns, heading for the door -
- and somehow the sheets slip his hand and flutter down to the floor. He says
something like “Oops” that Brian doesn’t really hear, because a second later
Justin is bending down to retrieve the papers. Not like decent, self-respecting,
professional people who crouch down to get fallen items, but bending
only at the waist, knees mostly straight, so that a certain body part is prominently
raised into the air while the upper body has a brief meeting with the lower
body.
In other words, Justin is bent over, that plump, sweet ass bobbing in the air.
Right at Brian.
The little shit. He takes an unusually long time collecting the papers, too.
Clearly they make them quite slippery these days.
Brian is sure that Justin gives it a teasing little shake as he rights himself.
The twat is grinning. “Sorry, I can be really clumsy sometimes.” He makes a
show of dusting himself off. Except that, as far as Brian knows, people don’t
usually brush down the crotch area quite that much. “Off to the copy
room, then.” At the door, Justin looks back over his shoulder. Sticks the tip
of his tongue out between his teeth. “Good night, Mr. Kinney,” he sing-songs
before disappearing down the hallway.
Brian stares at his hands. Has a very good feeling that he won’t be making any
more progress with the report, at least for tonight.
He probably should check to make sure that Justin gets to the copy room all
right. Who knows what might be lying in wait in the dark building? You hear
things about janitors. It’s late enough that even Cynthia has gone home.
Very bad idea, Brian Kinney. It had been a bad idea the first time. And the
second. And the third. He can lose his job, and he’ll bet that there’ll be repercussions
at PIFA, too. Plus, it’s a fucking cliché. Handsome, rich partner of the best
advertising agency in the city fucking one of the art interns in the crazy hours
of the night. Cynthia has always said the his workload and late hours will drive
him mad eventually..
He finds himself on his feet, powering down his computer and putting the report
in his briefcase and turning his office lights off. Leaving the building, by
way of the copy room.
All right, so maybe it’s not exactly work that’s clearly driven him bat-shit
insane.
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To his credit, Justin really is photocopying something when Brian walks
in. He doesn’t turn around, but his posture stiffens ever so slightly when Brian
locks the door. Brian’s breathing does its own dramatic pause when he notices
the way the moving light from the scanner reflects off the gold on Justin’s
head.
He steps forward, presses himself onto Justin’s back, trapping Justin against
the copy machine. The warmth and hum and vibration of the equipment sends a
flash of heat through him, even as his nose is lost in soft silky gold.
“Is this appropriate office behavior, Mr. Kinney?” Justin whispers, tilting
his head back to rest it on Brian’s shoulder.
Brian swoops down on the pale neck being offered to him, lips wide, sucking
in the skin. One hand reaches around to the front of Justin’s pants, pulling
down the zipper and slipping inside. No underwear, only hot, smooth skin.
“Is this appropriate office attire, Mr. Taylor?” Brian growls. Wraps
his fingers around Justin’s dick, the touch taking it from half-mast to full
hard-on. Strokes it slowly, his grip tight.
Justin tries to talk between shuddering breaths. “I do believe… that is your…
doing, sir…this morning… you said there was… no time to… get new clothes?”
Oh. Right. He’d made Justin come in his only piece of spare underwear, and then
they were both in danger of being late at the office.
“Nevertheless.” Justin’s neck is wet and warm and marked in red under his mouth.
“This is potentially disruptive to the working environment. You’re a good worker,
Taylor, so I’ll let you off with a small disciplinary action.”
“Not too small, sir, I hope,” Justin moans, rubbing his ass over Brian’s crotch.
Brian sucks in a breath. He thinks Justin probably expects to have his pants
pulled down and being fucked right there against the copy machine, which is
what they always end up doing..
But Brian turns Justin around, his hand still inside Justin’s pants. Kisses
him hard while his fingers continue working his dick. Justin’s arms come up
to Brian’s shoulders, pulling their bodies close together. The mostly empty
office had been cold, but now all Brian can feel is warmth. When Justin starts
thrusting into his hand, trying to speed up the pace, Brian reluctantly lets
him go. He winds his arms around Justin’s hips, just kissing him for a minute
or two, hot and wet and searching.
It’s good, doing just this, but soon their hands are roaming and Justin is grinding
against him while unbuttoning his shirt. He waits until the front of his shirt
is completely open, then pulls away, bringing both hands up to the back of Justin’s
head, enjoying the feel of soft cool hair between his fingers. He tightens his
grip, looking Justin right in the eyes.
Justin waits, wondering why Brian’s got such a firm hold on his hair. He knows
that Brian really, really likes how his hair is now, especially when Justin
is on all fours, his ass being plowed like there’s no tomorrow, Brian’s hand
using his hair like reins. In fact, that’s a really good idea.
But Brian isn’t letting him move, so Justin waits. Brian’s already teased him
to raging horniness, and he needs to do something, anything, now, and
why the fuck is Brian still holding on to him?
Finally Brian kisses him again, his tongue slow as it reaches all the way to
the back of Justin’s throat. It leaves him a little breathless. Then there’s
pressure on his head, where Brian is gently pulling him downwards by means of
his hair. “Mouth only, no hands,” Brian orders in that stern, uncompromising
voice that never fails to turn Justin on. Justin thinks he knows where this
is going, and happily obeys.
Only Brian doesn’t let him sink to his knees just yet. Using his grip on Justin’s
hair, he brings Justin down slowly over his body. Justin eagerly licks, nips,
sucks on any skin he can reach. He realizes that Brian is controlling his mouth,
dictating where Justin goes. It makes him feel a little wanton and dirty, being
used only as a mouth, and he moans into Brian’s skin.
Brian moves Justin’s head down the center of his chest, Justin’s mouth leaving
a wet trail between his pecs. Takes Justin to one nipple, groaning a little
when Justin works the hardened nub with all he’s got. Then the other nipple,
and down to Brian’s navel. Justin uses his tongue to follow the treasure trail
down, and finally, finally, he’s an inch away from a very obvious bulge
in Brian’s pants.
Brian pushes his head back, making him look up. “I hear that everyone thinks
you’re the perfect little worker bee. Guess they don’t know what you get up
to after hours.”
“I’m always happy to provide whatever service my superiors require of me.” Justin
licks his lips, sees Brian’s eyes following the movement of his tongue.
Brian cocks his head. “Is this how you spend your lunch breaks, then?”
Justin shakes his head, his smile genuine. “Only if I’m with you, Mr. Kinney.”
“Good.” One hand lets go, leaving only one hand in Justin’s hair. Brian deftly
unbuckles his own belt, Gucci falling to the floor, and undoes his fly. Justin’s
mouth waters at the sight of the hard cock pushing against expensive black cotton.
Unable to resist, he reaches for it with his hands, pulls down Brian’s briefs.
There’s a hiss from above when the beautiful, darkly throbbing length springs
free.
Brian’s free hand traces Justin’s jaw, lips. Justin smirks and opens his mouth,
sucking in the thumb tracing his lips. Demonstrates on it what he wants to do
to Brian’s dick. He looks up, sees Brian’s eyes widening. He knows Brian loves
it when he acts the slut.
When he finally releases the thumb, Brian brings it to his cock, smearing the
saliva in a line down the pulsing vein. He wraps his hand around the length,
and uses his other hand to pull Justin close. Understanding, Justin loosens
his jaw, opening his mouth wide.
Brian feeds Justin his cock, one slow inch at a time. Sensing that Brian intends
to push all the way in, Justin breathes through his nose and relaxes his throat
as much as he can. Finally his nose hits the wiry tangle of Brian’s pubes. He
looks up, sees Brian waiting for his signal. He nods.
The second hand returns to his hair. Justin focuses on keeping everything loose
and relaxed, as Brian slowly starts thrusting. Fucking Justin’s mouth. Once
Justin gets a hang of his pace, he starts constricting his throat when Brian
pulls out, making Brian moan. The small room is filled with the sound of their
heavy, irregular breathing.
“So hot, Taylor,” Brian breathes. “So fucking hot.”
Justin hums in response, which elicits out a loud groan from Brian. He loves
the taste of Brian, the feel of Brian in his mouth. Brian once said that he’s
a born cocksucker, but Justin rather thinks that the fact that the first cock
he ever sucked was Brian’s was what sealed his fate for good. Maybe that’s why,
when it comes to Brian, he doesn’t need to think about technique or gauging
the other person’s reactions. His body understands Brian’s better than he can
ever put into words or conscious thought.
He gives it all he has. Constricting his throat when Brian pulls out, stretching
and pushing his lips around the cock passing between them, sucking down when
the head is pushing that last inch down his throat. The continuous stream of
moans and gasps and groans of “Justin, fuck, Justin” from Brian tell him how
well he’s doing. He brings up his hands to grip Brian’s ass, because Brian isn’t
looking too steady on his feet.
Right before he expects to feel warm, bitter-salty flood in his mouth, Brian
pulls out completely. Abruptly tugs Justin to his feet. Justin opens his mouth
to ask what Brian is doing and ends up just moaning loudly, pants around his
thighs and Brian’s cock rubbing against his. He stumbles backwards, his ass
hitting the copy machine, but Brian just keeps thrusting into him. The delicious
friction from their cocks makes Justin groan, so Brian quiets him by sticking
his tongue into Justin’s mouth.
Somehow the copy machine withstands Brian furiously grinding against him, hips
connecting, Justin being pushed almost on top of the copy machine. Justin clumsily
pushes down his pants, steps out of them, opening his legs wide to give Brian
better access. The clasp and zip of Brian’s open pants rub against his skin,
but he doesn’t care. He wonders if Brian intends to fuck him properly, but then
Brian’s hand is squeezing on his dick, and it’s too late.
Justin’s back arches as he comes, causing him to slip off the machine and stumble
into Brian. He holds onto Brian, feeling heated spurts below hitting his shirt,
soaking the fabric, a few drops landing on the skin above his pubes. He looks
down, sees Brian’s bare stomach glistening. The scent of sex fills the small
space.
The two of them just stand there, holding on to each other for several minutes,
while their breathing slows. Brian kisses him, presses their foreheads together.
“That was hot,” Brian says, his voice subtly rougher.
“Yeah.”
Another quiet minute passes. Then Brian lets out a laugh. “I don’t think Murph
asked you to make 50 copies of whatever you were photocopying, did he?”
“Shit.”