A BUSINESS DEAL Title: A Business Deal Written by:u223501 Timeline: Post 513 Prompt: Opening line prompt: "Brian Kinney, I'd like you to meet Justin Taylor." Author’s Notes: Mature Audiences Only. Brian POV. Thanks to my most wonderful beta ~ I couldn’t do this without your help!! All remaining mistakes belong to moi.
“Brian Kinney, I’d like you to meet Justin Taylor.”
My mouth drops open for just a second before I manage to snap it shut and plaster the usual look of feigned disinterest on my face. I quickly shutter my eyes, making them unreadable to those who don’t know me. Provided everyone continues looking at my face, no one will notice the interest my cock has taken in the man standing before me.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Taylor.”
Finally daring to meet his confused stare, I watch a smile gradually creep into his eyes. My tongue plants firmly in my cheek as I realize this surprise meeting has managed to silence him momentarily. For once.
I reach my hand out to shake his…a very professional gesture, with a very non-professional reaction. Electricity courses through us when our hands touch, and I hear his quick intake of breath. Or perhaps it was mine. He stares at me for a long moment before his lips slowly form a hint of a smile,
“Pleased to meet you Mr. Kinney.”
Our hands are still connected, neither of us able to break this raw, physical connection. Months of phone sex and ‘I miss you’s’ have finally come to an end as a supposed business relationship has just begun.
“Mr. Taylor has agreed to lend his artistic talents to your agency. His artwork is well-recognized here in New York, and we think it will provide the necessary platform to launch your client’s new campaign Mr. Kinney.”
Jan’s words sink in as I realize Justin and I have accidentally stumbled into each other’s business. And have been ‘courting’ one another for weeks without recognizing identities. Michael will love this alternate universe Justin and I have unintentionally entered. Pictures and storylines of how Rage and JT enter into a business deal suddenly flash inside my head and I laugh.
“Mr. Kinney?”
I realize my reaction has attracted Jan’s attention.
Clearing my throat, I flash her my most charming smile and hope it’s enough to distract her back to our original conversation. Laughably, it is Justin who takes my cue.
“Jan, I’d like to show Mr. Kinney around a little if you wouldn’t mind. I’m sure he’d like to see the studio and…”
“Thanks Mr. Taylor, I’d appreciate that.” I cut him off and start walking, anxious to get away from Jan so we can drop this ridiculous act.
I hear his footsteps following me and hope I’m moving in a direction that will end with a naked Justin riding me into oblivion. He grabs the front of my suit and without warning, yanks me through an open doorway.
He shuts the door slowly behind him, the click of the latch deafeningly loud in the thick silence of the studio. He stops with his back to the door, fingers behind him gripping the door knob tightly. I walk up to him and pry his fingers away, drawing them into mine.
“I missed you.”
My lips brush his ear and I feel him shiver. Pulling back slightly, I watch his eyes darken with lust; an image I’ve only been able to imagine for far too many months. He rests his forehead on my chin.
“Mmmmmm. What about me did you miss, exactly?” he asks with a knowing smile.
“Your witty repartee of course.”
I grab his ass and pull his body tight against mine, sliding my thigh in between his.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were coming to New York, Brian?”
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were being propositioned by an advertising agency… twat?”
“Answer my question.”
“I wanted to surprise you, Sunshine.”
I feel him shake with laugher before I hear it.
“Well, suuuuuuurprise!” he manages to get out despite his amusement at our unexpected meeting.
I slip my hand between us to cup his rock-hard dick, “Yea, an even bigger one when this business relationship is discovered by your co-workers.”
Smiling, I back us to the nearest chair and sink down, dragging him on top of me. His fingers make quick work of my zipper. I hear myself gasp as his warm lips wrap around my own rock-hard dick and slowly start licking and sucking it.
“Ahhhhhhh,” I moan as my head drops back and my hand grabs his hair to stop him.
“Need to be inside…”
I feel a momentary draft of cool air when he stands up and quickly removes his pants and briefs, socks left on in his haste to return to my lap. Digging in my pocket, I produce a condom and packet of lube.
“Always prepared, aren’t you Mr. Kinney?” he says plucking both objects from my hands.
Raising my eyebrow, I smile. “Just like a boy scout, Mr. Taylor. Good thing for you, otherwise you’d probably get arrested for streaking through this gallery in search of merit badge supplies.” I playfully smack his ass.
“You gonna sit there and blab all day, or are you gonna fuck me?”
The last bit is whispered in my ear, followed by a teasing swipe of his tongue along my earlobe. I feel his warm fingers roll the condom onto me and then slowly move up and down, a tantalizing motion as he applies the lube.
Gripping his hips I position myself and push all the way in. He emits a low keen, somewhere between fuck-that-hurts and don’t-fucking-stop. My body overrides my brain and I quickly slide him up only to roughly slam him back down on my cock.
We both lose ourselves in the fuck, knowing we don’t have long before any hope of control will be gone. Though nothing is said, we both know the only fucking we’ve done over the past months has been via phone, and the reality of the here-and-now is quickly becoming too much.
Unexpectedly, we hear a loud gasp from the far end of the studio. Through the fog of near-orgasm, we realize that Jan has somehow managed to let herself in and is now staring at us…shocked, and maybe a bit dismayed.
“Fuck!” We both mutter in unison and cease our rhythmic rocking, realizing there’s no possible business reason that could justify my cock being fully buried in Justin’s ass.
“I’m…I…shit Mr. Taylor, I…” she stammers, backing toward the door through which she’d entered the studio.
Justin quickly pulls off me, grabs his discarded pants from the floor and pulls them on as he tosses his briefs on my nearly-ready-to-blow-its-load cock. Silently groaning, I give her my best what-the-fuck-you’d-better-get-the-fuck-out-now look.
She coughs and tries again, “Mr. Taylor. Mr. Kinney. Excuse me. My apologies,” she finally says, sounding irritated.
“Jan, I…”
“Mr. Taylor. I thought you…you said… All those times you turned those men away. Spouting some nonsense about monogamy…I thought you had a partner.”
Unable to hide the smirk resulting from hearing the words monogamy and partner, I look at Justin, eyebrow raised, waiting for his response.
And then that Sunshine smile I’ve grown to love over the years appears on his face.
“Jan, I’d like you to meet my partner, Brian. Mr. Brian Kinney.” He says, waving his arm in my direction.
She looks from Justin to me in confusion.
“He’s your partner?” Her look of confusion changes quickly to shock, then delight.
Suddenly, we’re all laughing and I see Jan shake her head with a smile as she quickly exits the studio.
“I’ll leave you two to your studio tour.”
Our laughter continues when we hear an audible latching sound as she locks the door behind her.
I find my lap once again full of hot and horny Justin,
“So, where were we?” he asks impatiently.
Sliding deeply inside him, my whisper is barely heard above his moan,
“Right about…there.”
We both groan as I hit that spot, the one that drives him wild. A few long, deep stokes later and we’re sighing loudly as I fill the condom and he fills my hand, unconcerned if the gallery employees realize the extent of their business association with Kinnetik.
Who needs signed, sealed and delivered when one can have sucked, fucked and thoroughly satisfied?