Ny (not_yet_defined) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-06-10 15:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: not_yet_defined, challenge #69: season 3 |
Challenge #69: Season 3 - After Hours cont'd
Title: After Hours, parts 2-5 - First part is Here
Author: not_yet_defined
A/N: 3 of these are porny, one is for vl_redreign, one is for bookgirl24, and one is for tweedygal the non-porny one is for my happier_bunny cause she held my hand as I wrote it. NC-17. not beta'd.
Condoms: 4 for Brian :D
Two
Brian leaned down catching Justin's mouth in a kiss. He pulled his arm from Justin's sweater and spun Justin around on the stool.
His thigh slid between Justin's legs. He moaned as Justin pressed forward rubbing his cock along Brian's leg as he stood up. Justin continued to grind his dick against Brian's thigh, his tongue stroking Brian's with the same rhythm.
Brian's hands drifted to the hem of Justin's sweather, pulling it up and off, swiftly attacking the exposed skin with tongue and teeth. Justin unbuttoned Brian's shirt, he was halfway down Brian's chest before remembering where they were.
Three
Justin placed his hand against Brian's chest, gently pushing him back, "Brian," Brian grabbed his wrist pulling it down to his side as he leaned forward, "not..." he panted as Brian flicked his nipple with the tip of his tongue. He continued kissing and licking a path downward.
Justin moaned, deciding he didn't give a shit where they were as Brian undid his pants, and slid them down while simultaneously licking the length of his dick through Justin's black briefs.
Justin's hands sank into Brian's hair, his cock sank into Brian's wet, hot mouth, a loud moan escaping his lips.
Four
Justin rocked his hips, gently fucking Brian's face. His hands slid through Brian's hair, lightly clasping the back of his head - more in an effort to steady himself than to guide Brian's movements. Brian didn't need any help in that department.
Justin could feel his orgasm build, his hands tightened in Brian's hair. Brian swallowed around him and he involuntarily thrust his hips, holding Brian's head in place as he came down his throat. The tension in his body disintegrated, his hands dropping to rest on Brian's shoulders, and he felt himself steadied by Brian's hands on his hips.
Five
Brian stood, suit slightly rumpled, hair a bit askew, but looking entirely too put together for Justin's liking when he stood, completely naked, in the middle of Vanguard. Brian poked his tongue in his cheek, "Taylor, this behavior is completely inappropriate in a workplace environment."
Justin smacked him on the chest and pulled his sweater over his head as Brian thoughtfully tucked him back into his pants and zipped him back up.
Brian wrapped an arm around Justin as they exited the building, considering he'd just blown him in the art department, it didn't seem like much of a risk.