Dedication (1/3)
Title: Dedication (part 1)
Author: a_life_defiant
Beta: none
Timeframe: Anytime after S4
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes there are just more appealing things to do than work on some bullshit Ad campaign...
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, && they aren't paying the rent! Strictly an obsession.
A/N: I dedicate this to the homophobes in my life. If I'm going to hell, then I'll surely see you there - but don't worry. I'll help pass the time by reciting improv poetry about hot man-on-man action for all eternity. :D
Brian squinched his eyes shut and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He’d been staring at the screen too long, and not making any progress whatsoever. The Ad campaign he was working on, the one that would take Kinnetik beyond the next level in avant-garde advertising, had him by the nuts - and not in a pleasant way.
He heard a sigh from the other side of the loft; he didn’t need to look up to know what the problem was. Justin had been trying to get some particular image out of his head for days. He said every time he tried to draw it, his mind went blank.
Brian huffed out a breath and opened his eyes. The monitor was still glowing in front of him, tauntingly, and his mind was still saying ‘fuck this’. He lifted his eyes to Justin, bent over his drawing table; brow furrowed intensely and thought, ‘No. Fuck that”.
He got up slowly and made his way across the room. Slinking around behind him, he put his head on Justin’s shoulder and looked at the sketchpad on the table. Brian couldn’t tell what the fuck it was supposed to be, and apparently neither could Justin. He took his charcoal and made three dramatic slashes across the page, then shoved the pad roughly off the table and onto the floor.
Brian didn’t say anything. Instead, he moved the hand that had been resting on Justin’s hip around to the front; cupping his cock and massaging it gently. Justin’s head lolled back onto Brian’s shoulder as he took a shuddery breath; allowing Brian access to his throat.
Brian traced the delicate curve where Justin’s neck and shoulder met with his tongue; dancing it upward until he reached his earlobe. Justin began to instinctively grind his ass into Brian’s crotch. Warm hands snaked under Justin’s shirt, pulling it swiftly over his head and then turned him around. Brian licked his lips at the sight of Justin; pupils dilated, skin slightly flushed, and his lips that were just begging to be kissed. He dove in and captured Justin’s mouth, eliciting several mewling sounds from the blonde. Both men’s cocks were straining in their jeans. A problem that was quickly remedied by Justin, who used his ambidexterity to their advantage; unfastening both of their pants simultaneously.
They pulled back long enough to shed the remnants of their clothes and then were fused back together; skin rubbing against skin deliciously. Justin sank to his knees and began to suck Brian off masterfully. He traced his tongue around the head and then down to his balls; sucking each one in his mouth. He brought him close to the edge and then back off; sitting back to admire the full, red, spit-shiny member in front of him. Just as he was about to deep throat Brian and finish him off, Justin was pulled gently to his feet.
“I wanna come at the same time.” Brian spoke gruffly, his voice heavy with impending orgasm. Justin nodded as Brian wrapped his hand around both of their cocks and began to jerk slowly. Both men were moaning loudly as Brian sped up the pace. Justin buried his face in Brian’s neck and bit down hard as he started to cum, which triggered Brian’s orgasm as well. Both of their dicks pulsed out hot, creamy liquid. Coating their lower abs and Brian’s hand.
They slumped against each other, breathing heavily. Justin brought Brian’s hand to his mouth and began to suck greedily. Brian let out a surprised little gasp as he felt Justin’s skilled tongue cleaning off his hand.
He pulled away quickly; his fingers leaving Justin’s mouth with a loud pop.
Smirking devilishly he said, “You want it? Well cum get it.” And with that he licked their wetness off his palm and wagged his tongue invitingly at Justin, who then dove in for it. They lapped at the insides of each other’s mouths for a while; lazy and coming down from the post-orgasm high.
Brian felt something cool trickling down his leg and made a face. He looked down at the lone trail of cum and then back up at Justin, who grinned sheepishly and then started for the shower.
As he followed behind Brian found himself staring at Justin’s ass, thinking about all the things he was about to do to it.
Work could most definitely wait…
TBC
Author: a_life_defiant
Beta: none
Timeframe: Anytime after S4
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes there are just more appealing things to do than work on some bullshit Ad campaign...
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, && they aren't paying the rent! Strictly an obsession.
A/N: I dedicate this to the homophobes in my life. If I'm going to hell, then I'll surely see you there - but don't worry. I'll help pass the time by reciting improv poetry about hot man-on-man action for all eternity. :D
Brian squinched his eyes shut and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He’d been staring at the screen too long, and not making any progress whatsoever. The Ad campaign he was working on, the one that would take Kinnetik beyond the next level in avant-garde advertising, had him by the nuts - and not in a pleasant way.
He heard a sigh from the other side of the loft; he didn’t need to look up to know what the problem was. Justin had been trying to get some particular image out of his head for days. He said every time he tried to draw it, his mind went blank.
Brian huffed out a breath and opened his eyes. The monitor was still glowing in front of him, tauntingly, and his mind was still saying ‘fuck this’. He lifted his eyes to Justin, bent over his drawing table; brow furrowed intensely and thought, ‘No. Fuck that”.
He got up slowly and made his way across the room. Slinking around behind him, he put his head on Justin’s shoulder and looked at the sketchpad on the table. Brian couldn’t tell what the fuck it was supposed to be, and apparently neither could Justin. He took his charcoal and made three dramatic slashes across the page, then shoved the pad roughly off the table and onto the floor.
Brian didn’t say anything. Instead, he moved the hand that had been resting on Justin’s hip around to the front; cupping his cock and massaging it gently. Justin’s head lolled back onto Brian’s shoulder as he took a shuddery breath; allowing Brian access to his throat.
Brian traced the delicate curve where Justin’s neck and shoulder met with his tongue; dancing it upward until he reached his earlobe. Justin began to instinctively grind his ass into Brian’s crotch. Warm hands snaked under Justin’s shirt, pulling it swiftly over his head and then turned him around. Brian licked his lips at the sight of Justin; pupils dilated, skin slightly flushed, and his lips that were just begging to be kissed. He dove in and captured Justin’s mouth, eliciting several mewling sounds from the blonde. Both men’s cocks were straining in their jeans. A problem that was quickly remedied by Justin, who used his ambidexterity to their advantage; unfastening both of their pants simultaneously.
They pulled back long enough to shed the remnants of their clothes and then were fused back together; skin rubbing against skin deliciously. Justin sank to his knees and began to suck Brian off masterfully. He traced his tongue around the head and then down to his balls; sucking each one in his mouth. He brought him close to the edge and then back off; sitting back to admire the full, red, spit-shiny member in front of him. Just as he was about to deep throat Brian and finish him off, Justin was pulled gently to his feet.
“I wanna come at the same time.” Brian spoke gruffly, his voice heavy with impending orgasm. Justin nodded as Brian wrapped his hand around both of their cocks and began to jerk slowly. Both men were moaning loudly as Brian sped up the pace. Justin buried his face in Brian’s neck and bit down hard as he started to cum, which triggered Brian’s orgasm as well. Both of their dicks pulsed out hot, creamy liquid. Coating their lower abs and Brian’s hand.
They slumped against each other, breathing heavily. Justin brought Brian’s hand to his mouth and began to suck greedily. Brian let out a surprised little gasp as he felt Justin’s skilled tongue cleaning off his hand.
He pulled away quickly; his fingers leaving Justin’s mouth with a loud pop.
Smirking devilishly he said, “You want it? Well cum get it.” And with that he licked their wetness off his palm and wagged his tongue invitingly at Justin, who then dove in for it. They lapped at the insides of each other’s mouths for a while; lazy and coming down from the post-orgasm high.
Brian felt something cool trickling down his leg and made a face. He looked down at the lone trail of cum and then back up at Justin, who grinned sheepishly and then started for the shower.
As he followed behind Brian found himself staring at Justin’s ass, thinking about all the things he was about to do to it.
Work could most definitely wait…
TBC