Keira
Rating: NC-17
This isn't a part of my other series, and is for paddies'
First Time challenge.
Thanks to susanderavish
for pointing me over there, and apparently the whole thing came about because
of one of ozbrat's
posts. So I guess she actually can be helpful once in a while! ;)
This takes place in mid-S2, I'm thinking around 207. And for my purposes, Telson
is a client of the agency.
This is a combo of #9 and #10 on the challenge list. I couldn't resist! The
other first time mixed in is a little trip. *g*
Feedback is most appreciated!
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The loft door clangs shut behind me, and I’m surprised to see that Brian’s home
from the office already. He’s been staying late a lot, working on some big new
pitch with Ryder. It hasn’t been bad, it’s given me more time to myself to get
used to drawing on the computer. It still doesn’t feel quite right yet.
When I walk into the bedroom, the first thing I notice is the open suitcase.
For a split second, I’m afraid that he’s kicking me out, that he’s packing up
my shit. Then I look closer and see that it’s Brian’s clothes that are spread
out on the bed. He stands before them, deep in thought.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey,” he replies back, not looking up from the array of Armani.
I clear my throat. “Going somewhere?”
He picks up a silk-blend sweater decisively and carefully rolls it up. “Yep.
Business trip.”
“Oh.” I admit it. I’m disappointed. Brian and I have never gone away anywhere
together and I thought maybe…but that’s stupid. I turn away to head over to
the kitchen and something hits my back before landing on the floor. I spin around
and see my duffel bag sitting at my feet. I look up and stare dumbly at Brian.
“Feel like a road trip?” he asks, ever so casually. My jaw is on the ground
and Brian smirks.
I break into a grin and ask, “Where are we going?”
****
The road to Akron, Ohio, isn’t exactly as exciting as, say, the Pacific Coast
Highway. But I’m with Brian. The top of the jeep down, wind ruffling our hair,
sun shining. There’s nowhere else on earth I’d rather be.
And sure, it's not the most romantic of destinations, but it’s our first trip
– and our first road trip, to boot. Well, Brian did come and pick me up in New
York when I ran away, but being sandwiched in the back seat between Ted and
Emmett for hours while Michael shot me dirty looks every chance he got doesn’t
exactly count in my book.
Akron might only be two hours away, but it counts.
“I can’t believe they actually have an awards show for tires,” I say, as I take
a gulp of Coke.
Brian snorts, “They have an awards show for everything.”
One of the magazine ads the agency did for Telson Tires is supposed to be winning,
according to some inside source, so the client wants Ryder to be there. But
Ryder says he’s got a meeting that can’t be missed, and he’s making Brian go
pick up the award and shmooze with the clients instead.
Brian told him he wouldn’t go, but here we are. I know he’s only really bringing
me because he knows Ryder will flip when he finds out. But it’s still our first
trip together, so I don’t care why we’re here.
The CD changes and some crappy old music that my mother would probably listen
to comes on. “What the hell is this?”
Brian’s wearing sunglasses, but I know he’s rolling his eyes. “It’s the Eagles.
You can’t go on a road trip without the Eagles.”
“It’s so…old.”
Brian turns it up and ignores me.
And, of course, by the time we get back to Pittsburgh, I’ve played “Hotel California”
about a hundred times, and Brian tells me not to sing so loudly.
****
When we meet the client by the bar in the hotel, his eyes go wide. “I thought
Marty was coming,” he stammers, eyes flicking nervously between Brian and his
wife.
Holy shit.
But…ugh. He’s so old! Why the hell would Brian sleep with this guy? I guess
business is business, but…ew.
Brian introduces me, and Marvin (could that be more of an old man’s name?)
takes my hand reluctantly. His wife is clearly confused as to who the hell I
am, but she smiles graciously.
We make awkward chit chat, and then the awards mercifully begin in the ballroom.
We’re all sitting at the same table, along with some other Telson Tire people,
who look like they’ve never had one good orgasm between them.
The awards are even more boring than I thought possible. Best new all-season
tread? Are they kidding me? After Brian and Marvin go up to collect their award,
Brian only sits back down for about ten seconds before he announces that he’s
going to the bathroom.
I wait about twenty seconds, and then excuse myself as well. When I glance back
at the table, everyone is whispering intently, tongues wagging. Telson looks
like his head is about to explode and I dissolve into giggles.
In the bathroom, Brian’s waiting in front of a stall, a look on his face that
makes me shiver in anticipation. He yanks me inside, slamming me up against
the door, kissing me hard.
I break away for air and say, “I can’t believe you fucked that guy,” as I unbuckle
Brian’s belt.
“I didn’t.” He turns me around, pulls my pants down.
“Come on, I saw the way he looked at you.” I look over my shoulder and grin.
“Don’t shit a shitter, Brian.”
“He wanted me to, but I sent him back home to his loving wife and darling children.”
He puts a condom package between his teeth and tears.
“Oh. Well that’s not nearly as scandalous,” I say, with a sigh.
“Well, I’m sure we can give them something to talk about.” He licks his palm
slowly, and I smile and turn my face back to the door.
When he slams inside me, the cool metal rattles underneath my cheek and my fingers
slide around, trying to find purchase. He thrusts hard and we’re both groaning
with pleasure.
“Oh, god, Brian…” I hear the door of the bathroom open, and we both bite back
the noises we’d usually be making. Brian suctions his mouth to my neck and keeps
on pumping into me, and fuck, he’s got the most amazing cock.
The guy’s still washing his hands when Brian starts fisting my dick and I give
up trying to be quiet. His laughter is in my ear as I come with a loud moan,
the bathroom door slamming a moment later.
****
The hotel room door closes behind us and Brian shrugs out of his suit jacket.
“Akron is the most boring place on earth,” I declare.
“And I really didn’t think anyone could beat the Pitts for that title.” Brian
tosses his shoes aside and flops back on the bed.
The awards thankfully ended ten minutes after we went back to the table, flushed
and looking quite satisfied. We went outside to get some air, and then just
kept on walking. The air smelled like rubber, and all the bars were filled with
old men like Telson. I’m sure we could have found a cool place to go eventually,
but it was more trouble than it was worth.
I take my shoes off and sigh. What a boring night. Well, except for getting
my brains fucked out in the bathroom, that was pretty good. I smile and jump
on top of Brian on the bed, straddling his waist. I remember the last time we
were in a hotel room together, in New York. My dick twitches at the memory.
Brian looks up at me, his tongue rolling into his cheek. “So, however shall
we spend the rest of the evening, Mr. Taylor?”
“I just don’t know, Mr. Kinney. Should I ask Mr. Telson to join us?” I ask,
as I waggle my eyebrows.
He smacks my ass. “If you want him, he’s all yours.”
“I wouldn’t do him if you paid me.”
Brian’s face darkens for a moment, and he says, “Neither would I.”
I take my tie off, and on a whim I grab Brian’s right hand, tying his wrist
to the headboard. “Maybe I’ll leave Marvin a little present.”
Brian laughs, and pulls me down for a kiss with his other hand. When I sit back
up, I’m a little breathless. I trap his other wrist against the mattress, remembering
New York again. And then Brian’s not laughing anymore, and neither am I. I lean
down to kiss him again, my tongue twisting around his roughly.
When I finally sit up, my chest is heaving. I grind my hips down, and we both
suck in a breath. Brian turns his head and looks at his hand, pinned to the
mattress. After a few moments, he slowly looks back up at me and then lifts
his chin.
My heart pounds. Is he saying what I think he is? I take a deep breath and pull
at the knot in his tie with my left hand, but I need both hands to do it. I
let go of his wrist, but he doesn’t move it. When his tie is free, I stop and
look at him. Does he really want me to do this? He just watches me evenly. Finally,
I take a deep breath and tentatively fasten his wrist to the headboard, just
like the other one.
“Tighter.”
His eyes are dark and I’m getting hard, fast. I tighten the bond, then lean
over and make the other one tighter, too. Shit, we’ve never done this before.
He’s done it to me with handcuffs, but he’s never let me tie him up before.
I look down at him, spread out before me, powerless.
I lunge at his mouth, pushing my tongue into his throat. I move to his neck,
licking and nipping him. As I get lower, I rip his shirt open, and my lips move
to his nipples, going back and forth between them as my hands undo his belt
and pants.
His pants are yanked off, then his underwear and his socks. He’s naked before
me, except for the white Armani dress shirt, flung open like an offering. I
pull my own shirt off, and quickly shed the rest of my clothes, never breaking
eye contact with him.
His cock is hard and I tease it, blowing air across the tip, but never touching
it with my mouth. His breathing is laboured, and he’s pressing his lips together
to stop from moaning. Well, I’m going to make him moan, all right.
I kiss and lick at his stomach and my hands pinch his nipples. He arches his
hips, trying to rub his cock against my chest, but I move out of the way. I
lift his legs up, putting his feet flat on the mattress. As I hold his thighs
in my hands, I get low and flick my tongue over his hole. He gasps, and I smile
to myself.
I stick my tongue inside him and he gasps again, louder. I lick and bite and
thrust my tongue and god, I want to fuck him so badly. I keep on rimming him
until he’s panting, but it’s not enough, I want more.
I sit up and feel around blindly for my bag, hoping it’s within reach. My fingers
grasp one of the straps, and I drag it towards me. Brian’s watching me, breathing
hard, arms still firmly above his head. I pull a condom and lube out of the
bag and drop it back onto the floor.
There’s no way he’s going to let me.
Tying him up is one thing, but topping him is another. But he doesn’t say anything,
so I tear the condom wrapper open and slide it onto my dick. My hand is shaking
and I keep waiting for him to bark at me to untie him.
But he doesn’t, and I lean over and suck his cock deeply into my throat. While
I’m doing that, I pop the lid on the lube, squirting it into my hand. I sit
back on my heels and lick my lips. Brian watches me intently, lips parted. I
rub the lube on my cock, and work some into him. He closes his eyes, and holy
shit, he’s actually letting me do this.
Fuck.
What if I screw it up? No, don’t think about it, just do it. I lift his legs
up onto my shoulders, and it’s weird, because he’s taller than I am. But it
works anyway, and I bend his knees back towards his chest as I get closer. His
eyes are still closed when I slowly push inside him, the tight ring of muscle
not wanting to give way.
I keep driving forward and then I’m sliding in and god, god, god, god…. He’s
so hot and tight and I think this must be what heaven feels like. He’s holding
his breath, and I stop moving so he can get used to my cock in his ass.
My cock is in Brian’s ass.
I smile and start moving slowly, pulling out and sliding back in. I push further
and his breathing gets louder and louder. I move in even more and lean forward
to kiss him, our tongues swirling together, sweat-slicked chests rubbing and
sliding. I pull back a bit so I can watch him as I thrust into him. His eyes
are closed and his arms jerk against the restraints and god, he’s beautiful
like this. I grab his hair, kissing him even harder then before.
When I pull away, his eyes are finally open, and I stare at him as I move my
hand to his straining cock. I thrust into him, hard and deep, and jerk him off
roughly. We're both moaning and gasping and after a minute, he comes with a
groan, his ass clamping down around me. I can’t take it anymore, and I shake
and shout his name as I come hard.
I collapse on top of him and his legs slide down. My face is in his neck, and
we lie there for a while, catching our breath, sweat pooling between us. Finally,
I sit up and pull out of him, disposing of the condom quickly. I sit back and
look at him, hands still tied to the headboard, ruined shirt hanging off him.
I soak in every detail for later.
I don’t care how much it hurts. I’m drawing this.
Finally, he raises an eyebrow. “I was thinking about maybe getting up at some
point.”
Blushing, I quickly move to the headboard to untie his wrists. I rub them both
lightly, a bit concerned at the red marks. He impatiently pulls his hands away
and sits up to take his shirt off, wiping his stomach with it before tossing
it onto the floor. I just watch him, unsure of what to do now.
I can’t believe he let me do it.
My mouth turns up into a wide smile. He actually let me do it. He let me inside
him. He looks over, and I quickly force the smile from my face. Brian gets under
the covers, and I do the same.
“Are you going to turn out the light?”
Right, the light. I jump up and flick the switch by the door. When I get back
into bed, I lie stiffly on my back, unsure of how close I should get to him.
He actually let me top him. I bet it’s been years since anyone has, he was so
tight. Are things going to be all weird now?
As I’m playing out various scenarios in my head, he reaches over and draws me
towards him, kissing me soundly. Then he pulls my head down to his chest and
plays with my hair lightly.
“Stop thinking and go to fucking sleep.” Not much later, he’s snoring softly
and I grin into the darkness.
Akron is the greatest place on earth.
End