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Title: Dessert
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 692
Prompt: #19 - Whisper
Table o' Smut
Summary: Brian & Justin go out to dinner with some clients. Brian gets bored and Justin "entertains" him.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
Notes: Thanks to Rachael for the beta. You're the best! :-)
Brian was bored. Really, really bored. His newest client, Remson Pharmaceuticals, managed to convince him that they should all have dinner – partners included. It was Mr. Remson and his lovely wife along with his marketing manager, David Skala, who brought his girlfriend. Luckily, none of them seemed to have an issue with Brian being gay and he was more than happy to bring Justin along. It had been five years since Brian started Kinnetik and Justin was more than used to being roped into these types of dinners. His country club upbringing managed to ensure that conversation would be polite, if tedious.
They had just finished the main course and were awaiting the arrival of dessert when Justin leaned over and placed his hand firmly on Brian’s upper thigh. His mouth hovered right over Brian’s ear so that no one else could hear what was being said. The other two couples seemed to be engrossed in their own conversation and weren’t paying them too much attention, anyway.
“You look so hot in that suit,” Justin whispered. “Have I ever told you how powerful you look in pinstripes? It’s turning me on so much.”
He took Brian’s hand and discretely brought it over to cup his hard cock.
“I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you to fuck me in that suit. Fully dressed with your pants around your knees. Can you see it, Brian? Me bent over the couch and you behind me, in your Armani, pounding into me…”
“Would you excuse me?” Brian said as he abruptly stood from the table.
Justin watched with a smirk on his face as Brian high-tailed it to the bathroom.
“I’m sorry,” Justin said. “I think I should go check and make sure he’s all right.”
He got up and made his way towards the bathroom as quickly as he could without running. As soon as he opened the door, Brian grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into the closest stall. He crushed their lips together as he began fumbling with the buttons and zippers on their pants.
“Do you have any idea what you were doing?” Brian hissed.
“Of course,” Justin replied. “You were looking bored, so I thought I would entertain you.”
“Entertain me?”
“Mm hmm. You’re not bored now, are you?”
“Oh, I think not. You really are a smart little fucker, aren’t you?”
“1500 on my SATs.”
“How did I get to be so lucky?” Brian mused.
“It was your charm and sparkling wit that won me over,” Justin teased.
“It was? And here I thought it was my huge dick.”
“Well, that certainly was a large part of my decision.”
“Glad to hear it. Turn around.”
“Yes, sir,” Justin complied after giving Brian one last soul-searing kiss.
He turned to face the wall of the stall, holding onto the top of it to brace himself for the onslaught he knew was coming.
Brian reached out and pulled Justin’s pants down as far as they could go. He pulled out one of his ever-present packets of lube and quickly thrust two fingers up Justin’s waiting ass. He deftly unwrapped a condom at the same time and rolled it on his waiting cock.
“This what you wanted?” Brian grunted as he entered Justin.
“Yeah, fuck me,” Justin whispered.
“As you wish.”
Brian let loose, knowing this would be quick for both of them. A few short thrusts and he wrapped a hand around Justin’s cock. One, two pumps and Justin was coming over his hand and the stall. Brian followed soon after, unable to withstand the clenching in Justin’s ass.
The slumped against the wall, panting for breath. Brian gently pulled out and tied of the condom. After flushing it, he pulled Justin back from the wall and wiped it down. Then he gently fixed Justin’s clothes, making sure everything was back in place. One last gentle kiss and he straightened himself out before they made their way back to the table.
“Are you all right, Mr. Kinney?” Mr. Skala asked. “You look a little flushed.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” he said glancing at Justin. “Just fine.”
THE END
Title: Dessert
Author: Switch
Pairing: Brian/Justin (US Queer as Folk)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 692
Prompt: #19 - Whisper
Table o' Smut
Summary: Brian & Justin go out to dinner with some clients. Brian gets bored and Justin "entertains" him.
Disclaimer: I'm just playing. Please don't sue me. I have no money anyway.
Notes: Thanks to Rachael for the beta. You're the best! :-)
Brian was bored. Really, really bored. His newest client, Remson Pharmaceuticals, managed to convince him that they should all have dinner – partners included. It was Mr. Remson and his lovely wife along with his marketing manager, David Skala, who brought his girlfriend. Luckily, none of them seemed to have an issue with Brian being gay and he was more than happy to bring Justin along. It had been five years since Brian started Kinnetik and Justin was more than used to being roped into these types of dinners. His country club upbringing managed to ensure that conversation would be polite, if tedious.
They had just finished the main course and were awaiting the arrival of dessert when Justin leaned over and placed his hand firmly on Brian’s upper thigh. His mouth hovered right over Brian’s ear so that no one else could hear what was being said. The other two couples seemed to be engrossed in their own conversation and weren’t paying them too much attention, anyway.
“You look so hot in that suit,” Justin whispered. “Have I ever told you how powerful you look in pinstripes? It’s turning me on so much.”
He took Brian’s hand and discretely brought it over to cup his hard cock.
“I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you to fuck me in that suit. Fully dressed with your pants around your knees. Can you see it, Brian? Me bent over the couch and you behind me, in your Armani, pounding into me…”
“Would you excuse me?” Brian said as he abruptly stood from the table.
Justin watched with a smirk on his face as Brian high-tailed it to the bathroom.
“I’m sorry,” Justin said. “I think I should go check and make sure he’s all right.”
He got up and made his way towards the bathroom as quickly as he could without running. As soon as he opened the door, Brian grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into the closest stall. He crushed their lips together as he began fumbling with the buttons and zippers on their pants.
“Do you have any idea what you were doing?” Brian hissed.
“Of course,” Justin replied. “You were looking bored, so I thought I would entertain you.”
“Entertain me?”
“Mm hmm. You’re not bored now, are you?”
“Oh, I think not. You really are a smart little fucker, aren’t you?”
“1500 on my SATs.”
“How did I get to be so lucky?” Brian mused.
“It was your charm and sparkling wit that won me over,” Justin teased.
“It was? And here I thought it was my huge dick.”
“Well, that certainly was a large part of my decision.”
“Glad to hear it. Turn around.”
“Yes, sir,” Justin complied after giving Brian one last soul-searing kiss.
He turned to face the wall of the stall, holding onto the top of it to brace himself for the onslaught he knew was coming.
Brian reached out and pulled Justin’s pants down as far as they could go. He pulled out one of his ever-present packets of lube and quickly thrust two fingers up Justin’s waiting ass. He deftly unwrapped a condom at the same time and rolled it on his waiting cock.
“This what you wanted?” Brian grunted as he entered Justin.
“Yeah, fuck me,” Justin whispered.
“As you wish.”
Brian let loose, knowing this would be quick for both of them. A few short thrusts and he wrapped a hand around Justin’s cock. One, two pumps and Justin was coming over his hand and the stall. Brian followed soon after, unable to withstand the clenching in Justin’s ass.
The slumped against the wall, panting for breath. Brian gently pulled out and tied of the condom. After flushing it, he pulled Justin back from the wall and wiped it down. Then he gently fixed Justin’s clothes, making sure everything was back in place. One last gentle kiss and he straightened himself out before they made their way back to the table.
“Are you all right, Mr. Kinney?” Mr. Skala asked. “You look a little flushed.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” he said glancing at Justin. “Just fine.”
THE END
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Date: 2007-05-26 02:17 pm (UTC)