BACK! with a fic in my backpack
After being gone for so long, I simply could not come back without a story for you guys. I'm sorry I took such an extended leave, and my break is over now! I'll be writing and rambling as ever. ;)
On good news: The move is done (well, I do have to put up another shelf for all my books, and it seems kind of complicated and I'll have to do that today but weeeeeeell, Sunday's still long yet *G*). Another good set of news: Mr. Barack Obama is the new President of the USA! :D (I know, it's such old news already, but I hope someone will still be happy with me).
Noooow... what do I have here? *crams around in her backpack*
Title: Dinner and a Business Trip
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brian comes home from a business trip to find a surprise on his doorstep.
Timeline: Season 1
His arms were full of blond boy before he had managed to close the door.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Justin could not be bothered to answer him at all. Instead, he started showering Brian’s barely shaven face and neck with kisses, indulging in the taste that had been denied to him for such a long time. Sweat, cigarettes and cologne mingled to an aroma that was so unmistakenly Brian’s that he would have stopped for nothing in the world, much less unnecessary words.
“Who gave you the combination?”
These questions needed to stop, and Justin knew how to make them. His hands left Brian’s neck and slid downwards, tugging at his shirt and slipping into his pants, fondling the other man’s erection. He himself had been hard for the past ten minutes, imagining and awaiting this moment so vividly that he had contemplated jerking off first. But then he had heard the taxi, and the elevator, and the lock turning...
“Justin!”
Brian pushed him away, both hands firmly planted on the kid’s shoulders, and only barely suppressed a moan. The blond looked beyond wanton - he was already hard, and the sunshine smile on his face firmly in place. Great. All he had wanted was a quiet evening with a couple of guys from the Internet.
“What. The Fuck. Are you doing here?”
Immediately, Justin’s behaviour changed. Blue eyes looked up at him innocently, maybe even self-consciously: “I made dinner.”
Brian shot him an incredulous glance. Had the kid gone completely out of his mind?! He was coming back from a week-long business trip to find a pretty little housewife at home. When exactly had that happened?
He was about to kick the boy out when Justin helpfully added:
“It’s in the bedroom.”
It took one second for Brian’s mind to click. Then he growled, dropped his bag onto the floor and swept the kid up into his arms. “Little fucker”, he breathed, and then shoved his tongue down Justin’s throat, feeling his hard cock pressing against his hip.
Exactly the dinner he wanted.
On good news: The move is done (well, I do have to put up another shelf for all my books, and it seems kind of complicated and I'll have to do that today but weeeeeeell, Sunday's still long yet *G*). Another good set of news: Mr. Barack Obama is the new President of the USA! :D (I know, it's such old news already, but I hope someone will still be happy with me).
Noooow... what do I have here? *crams around in her backpack*
Title: Dinner and a Business Trip
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brian comes home from a business trip to find a surprise on his doorstep.
Timeline: Season 1
His arms were full of blond boy before he had managed to close the door.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Justin could not be bothered to answer him at all. Instead, he started showering Brian’s barely shaven face and neck with kisses, indulging in the taste that had been denied to him for such a long time. Sweat, cigarettes and cologne mingled to an aroma that was so unmistakenly Brian’s that he would have stopped for nothing in the world, much less unnecessary words.
“Who gave you the combination?”
These questions needed to stop, and Justin knew how to make them. His hands left Brian’s neck and slid downwards, tugging at his shirt and slipping into his pants, fondling the other man’s erection. He himself had been hard for the past ten minutes, imagining and awaiting this moment so vividly that he had contemplated jerking off first. But then he had heard the taxi, and the elevator, and the lock turning...
“Justin!”
Brian pushed him away, both hands firmly planted on the kid’s shoulders, and only barely suppressed a moan. The blond looked beyond wanton - he was already hard, and the sunshine smile on his face firmly in place. Great. All he had wanted was a quiet evening with a couple of guys from the Internet.
“What. The Fuck. Are you doing here?”
Immediately, Justin’s behaviour changed. Blue eyes looked up at him innocently, maybe even self-consciously: “I made dinner.”
Brian shot him an incredulous glance. Had the kid gone completely out of his mind?! He was coming back from a week-long business trip to find a pretty little housewife at home. When exactly had that happened?
He was about to kick the boy out when Justin helpfully added:
“It’s in the bedroom.”
It took one second for Brian’s mind to click. Then he growled, dropped his bag onto the floor and swept the kid up into his arms. “Little fucker”, he breathed, and then shoved his tongue down Justin’s throat, feeling his hard cock pressing against his hip.
Exactly the dinner he wanted.