"A Halloween Treat"
One shot that I wrote to try to motivate my muse.
NC-17, the boys aren't mine, etc.
Babylon’s annual Halloween party, dubbed Tricks and Treats, was in full swing. Pulsating dance music filled the air, as costumed revelers partied long into the night. For those tired of drinking and dancing, and in search other pleasures, the back room was waiting.
Moving through the crowd were the two most beautiful men in the place. The taller of the two was dressed as Zorro; his young partner was clad in a baseball player’s uniform. They made a beeline for the back room, seemingly oblivious to the dozens of appreciative glances being thrown their way.
Brian Kinney threw back his head and let out a loud moan. His fingers plowed through the blond hair of the man kneeling in front of him. He glanced down and watched as Justin Taylor worked him over, drawing Brian’s rock-hard cock into and out of his mouth in a smooth and well-practiced manner. Every so often, Justin would run his tongue all over it, catching Brian’s eye as he did so.
“Yeah,” Brian said, his voice rough with need. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Mmm,” Justin responded, once again taking Brian into his mouth, all the way, until Brian’s pubes scratched his nose. He began a steady, rhythmic sucking, bringing Brian to the edge and then pulling him back again.
“Shit,” Brian said impatiently. “Come on.” His legs were shaking; he wouldn’t be able to stand up much longer.
Justin looked up at him, all innocent. Then, he had the nerve to giggle, through his mouthful. The twat. Brian tried to think of a smart-ass comment, but his brain was hazy and scrambled from lust. He thrust his hips forward, causing Justin to choke a little.
“Come on,” Brian said again, and was he actually about to beg? Brian Kinney never begged for anything, especially when it came to sex.
Fortunately, Justin chose that moment to take him over the edge. With a shout that reverberated through the back room, Brian came. He could have sworn that his toes curled - actually fucking curled - within his expensive shoes. Glorious waves of ecstasy washed over him, completely obliterating rational thought.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, when he could speak again. “Fuck, Justin.”
“Yes, please,” Justin replied, licking his lips. “Mm, better than candy.” He leaned in and kissed Brian on the mouth.
A round of applause filled the air, courtesy of the crowd that had formed around them sometime during the act. Justin grinned and blushed adorably; Brian just rolled his eyes and zipped himself back up.
“Encore!” Someone yelled.
“Show’s over,” Brian said. “We’re leaving.”
“But, Brian,” Justin protested, “what about me?”
Brian grabbed his lover’s arm and began steering him out of the back room. “I’m taking you home,” he said.
“But why?”
“Because my plans for you don’t include an audience.”
NC-17, the boys aren't mine, etc.
Babylon’s annual Halloween party, dubbed Tricks and Treats, was in full swing. Pulsating dance music filled the air, as costumed revelers partied long into the night. For those tired of drinking and dancing, and in search other pleasures, the back room was waiting.
Moving through the crowd were the two most beautiful men in the place. The taller of the two was dressed as Zorro; his young partner was clad in a baseball player’s uniform. They made a beeline for the back room, seemingly oblivious to the dozens of appreciative glances being thrown their way.
Brian Kinney threw back his head and let out a loud moan. His fingers plowed through the blond hair of the man kneeling in front of him. He glanced down and watched as Justin Taylor worked him over, drawing Brian’s rock-hard cock into and out of his mouth in a smooth and well-practiced manner. Every so often, Justin would run his tongue all over it, catching Brian’s eye as he did so.
“Yeah,” Brian said, his voice rough with need. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Mmm,” Justin responded, once again taking Brian into his mouth, all the way, until Brian’s pubes scratched his nose. He began a steady, rhythmic sucking, bringing Brian to the edge and then pulling him back again.
“Shit,” Brian said impatiently. “Come on.” His legs were shaking; he wouldn’t be able to stand up much longer.
Justin looked up at him, all innocent. Then, he had the nerve to giggle, through his mouthful. The twat. Brian tried to think of a smart-ass comment, but his brain was hazy and scrambled from lust. He thrust his hips forward, causing Justin to choke a little.
“Come on,” Brian said again, and was he actually about to beg? Brian Kinney never begged for anything, especially when it came to sex.
Fortunately, Justin chose that moment to take him over the edge. With a shout that reverberated through the back room, Brian came. He could have sworn that his toes curled - actually fucking curled - within his expensive shoes. Glorious waves of ecstasy washed over him, completely obliterating rational thought.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, when he could speak again. “Fuck, Justin.”
“Yes, please,” Justin replied, licking his lips. “Mm, better than candy.” He leaned in and kissed Brian on the mouth.
A round of applause filled the air, courtesy of the crowd that had formed around them sometime during the act. Justin grinned and blushed adorably; Brian just rolled his eyes and zipped himself back up.
“Encore!” Someone yelled.
“Show’s over,” Brian said. “We’re leaving.”
“But, Brian,” Justin protested, “what about me?”
Brian grabbed his lover’s arm and began steering him out of the back room. “I’m taking you home,” he said.
“But why?”
“Because my plans for you don’t include an audience.”