| Challenge # 112: Kinnetik |
[Apr. 24th, 2009|12:44 am] |
Title: Chairman of the HeadBoard
Author's Notes: Brian finds out it’s not easy being head honcho
And the condom goes to: Blake
“God…you did it Brian… opened your own business.” Justin straddled naked over Brian’s hips.
“Mmmhmm…Kinnetik lives.” Brian took a last drag from his cigarette and exhaled slowly.
“Know what that means?” Justin stretched Brian’s arms over his head, and secured them together to the headboard with a red silk Armani tie, before licking and sucking his way lazily down Brian’s body.
“Pray enlighten me, Twink of Wisdom…ouch!” Brian moaned out a protest as Justin left another love bite.
“I get to fuck the CEO!” he announced smugly.
“Dream on, princess!” Brian snorted.
Justin simply smiled and opened the toy box. |
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| Challenge # 112: Kinnetik |
[Apr. 24th, 2009|03:26 pm] |
Title: Chairman of the HeadBoard 2: The Art of Negotiation
Author's Notes: Brian conducts a job interview
And the condom goes to: Blake
“Now, Mr. Kinney…I understand you have a special position for me here at Kinnetik?” Justin flashed Brian a professional smile as he lubed up a large glass dildo and carefully inserted it into Brian’s tight hole.
“Unh!” Brian panted and pushed back against Justin’s guiding hand, his bound arms twisting in the silk restraints as the dildo filled him. “Why yes Taylor…fuck…you’d be the perfect fit as VP of Twinks and Twats.”
“VP?” Justin pouted and continued to fuck Brian slowly with the dildo. “I was thinking more like Partner.”
“ Taylor,” Brian moaned. “You’re one hell of a negotiator.” |
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| Challenge #112: Kinnetik |
[Apr. 24th, 2009|04:13 pm] |
Title: Moving On
Condom: Blake
Brian shut the door and ran his fingers over the letters, following their path, remembering how he’d been filled with pride and fear the first time he’d seen them. “Kinnetik.” The name declaring it his in every way, right from the start. In the end, Kinnetik had succeeded beyond even his dreams, and he dreamed big. But now, beyond the doors, there was nothing but darkness. The parties over, the goodbyes said, the boxes packed and shipped.
Brian pressed his hand against the glass one more time before walking away. Justin was waiting, and they had a plane to catch. |
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| Challenge #112: Kinnetik |
[Apr. 24th, 2009|08:53 pm] |
Title: Why There's no Cover Sheet on the TPS Report
Author's Notes: I haven't been inspired in ages--woo!
Condom: Blake
Ted knows whether it's going to be a productive night when he looks up from his laptop screen to see Blake standing there with Thai takeout and that little grin that makes Ted want to molest the shit out of him. Dinner is quiet, with Blake talking about the latest grant proposal he's working on for the center or Ted saying how the new intern is still too afraid to say anything in front of Brian.
Dessert is decidedly less quiet, and if the overnight cleaning crew notices that Mr. Schmidt's desk is less tidy than usual, well...Brian and Justin aren't the only ones having after-hours office sex. |
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