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Caught In the Act
Original poster: sxysadie21
I hope I posted this all correctly. I just joined the community this evening. So, if anything is wrong, I apologize! Edit:I also apologize for posting the wrong version. At first, I thought I was just really tired last night when I wrote/reread. But as I reread it this morning, I had posted the non-edited version. It has been fixed.
Title: Caught In The Act
Author: Sadie
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cynthia spends a late night at Kinnetik. She also learns what it is that inspires Brian, late at night.
Author Note: Thanks to bestmixtape for the quick read through and title help, as usual. :) tamalinn asked for a Cynthia's POV of catching Brian and Justin "in the act." I hope this is something like what you were looking for, dear!
"I can't fucking believe he has me working overtime tonight," I checked my watch. "He knows I have a date tonight. And where is he?" I tapped my pen on the desk, checked the clock on my desk and then sighed, standing up. I wasn't going to get anywhere, standing there, talking to myself.
I had had enough, Justin had been in there for over half an hour going over three storyboards. They were probably ordering dinner. And my date was probably about to forget dinner and move on without me. I smoothed my skirt out and checked my watch one more time. He interrupts me all the time. I guess returning the favor wouldn't be completely unwarranted.
I rolled my eyes, as I noticed that even the cleaning staff had finished for the evening. I watched the last of them roll their carts away as I stood with my hand on the door to Brian's office. I guess I could at least knock. I raised my hand, knocked lightly and waited. "Jesus, Brian...." I said out loud. I knocked once more. That's it. I've had enough, I thought. I'm going In. "Brian.." I opened the door.
I heard them. Before I even saw them, I heard them. Justin's little gasps, his moans. I don't know if I could ever get sound out of my head. And Brian's low groan? How in the hell was I supposed to take him seriously now? Although I guess it does bring more meaning to the phrase. "Tell him I'm going to have his ass if he doesn't turn in the boards on time..."
I found I was holding my breath, watching Brian thrust into the younger man. His hands on Justin's hips. Justin's hands firmly planted on the desk. Although they both had their backs to me, I could only imagine Justin's face was slack, his eyes half closed, head thrown back slightly. As if on cue, Brian moaned louder, throwing his own head back at the same time.
I was mesmerized. It was ... hot? Beautiful? Tender? Beautiful, I decided. I couldn't pull my eyes away, they were glued the muscles in Brian's thighs. The ones that were straining as he pushed harder, making Justin's fingers clawing at the smooth finish of the desk.
I felt my fingers make their way to the delicate chain around my neck. The chain that held the subtle, yet beautiful "C" that Brian had gotten me for Christmas two years ago. My fingers fumbled with it, moving it around nervously. Suddenly, I felt my face get hot as I realized Brian's desk was semi-covered with paperwork. Paperwork I would, undoubtedly, have my hands all over within the next few days.
Fuck. This was the hottest thing I had seen since ... well ... ever. What was I doing still standing here? It wasn't like it was easy working for Brian in the first place. He could make it unbearable. But this wouldn't make things any easier. I was transfixed by the way Justin's hips moved back in time with Brian's thrusts into him. My tongue flicked out, between my lips, watching Justin's small hips push back, pulling Brian even deeper inside of him with each thrust backwards. The thrusts timed perfectly, to meet Brian's.
Brian buried his face in the back of Justin's neck, and by the shudder that visibly ran through the length of the blonde's body, I could only imagine his teeth were nipping at the sensitive skin there. I swallowed hard. How was I going to close the door without being detected?
I decided they hadn't heard me yet, which foolishly made me think I was in the clear. Until, my cell phone rang. I jumped, immediately feeling four other eyes on me. I was certain my face turned a brighter shade of crimson than physically possible. I froze, my hand still on the door. My eyes went to the floor and slowly moved up to meet Brian's gaze who, remarkably, hadn't missed a thrust.
Justin turned his head back to the desk. "Brian," He gasped.
"Are you going to fucking answer that?" Brian growled, and I noticed my phone was still ringing.
I glanced down at it. "It's Andrew." I tried to pull myself together. "Remember? My date?" I tried to sound annoyed.
"Yeah," Brian grunted. "Go."
"Enjoy your..." My voice trailed off. "Night." I closed the door behind me.
I picked up the phone, hitting send and redialing Andrew's number, suddenly hoping he was up for skipping dinner anyway. I wasn't sure sitting at El Cherie with the thought of Brian's cock sliding in and out of Justin was appropriate. I walked out, turning off the office lights as Andrew picked up. "Hello?"
"Can we skip dinner?"
"I ... well, I did make reservations." He sounded confused.
"Meet me at my place?"
I slid behind the wheel of my car, biting my lip. I closed my eyes, but all I could see was Justin's fully naked body, bent over Brian's desk, Brian's pants pooled around his ankles, his shirt tossed across his leather chair, thrusting, his fingers digging into Justin's hips. That image was going to be running through my mind for quite some time. Not that I think I minded...