Doppelganger Queer (doppelganger44) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-03-25 15:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: doppelganger44, challenge #57: arresting behavior |
Challenge #57: Arresting Behavior
TITLE: "LUNCH BREAK"
AUTHOR: Doppelganger
TIMELINE: Anytime after S4.
LENGTH: 300 Words, 3 drabbles.
WARNING: R
A/N: These were not beta'd. I borrowed Justin's jeans from Target from FOREVERBM's drabble entitled "SHOPPING". I hope you don't mind my friend :O) I wrote this on my lunch break. Feedback will be appreciated.
Three for Kinney.
“Where’s everybody?” Justin asked as he closed the office door of Kinnetik behind him.
“Lunch break,” Brian replied, eyes fixed on his visitor. He noticed Justin was wearing his jeans he got from Target last week. He never thought inexpensive jeans could look so amazingly good on a person. It hugged Justin’s petit hips and perfectly fitted his ass like second skin. Vivid scenes from their shopping trip flashed before Brian’s eyes: he remembered biting Justin’s shoulder to suppress a loud grunt as he came hard inside his body.
“How about you? Aren’t you hungry?” He heard Justin said.
“Very.”
Brian stood up from his swivel chair and approached Justin.
“What are you doing?” Justin asked as he was pushed to sit down on the chair behind the desk.
“Shouldn’t we get lunch?”
“Fuck lunch,” Brian growled, he quickly unbuttoned Justin’s fly. He kneeled down and seconds later his head bobbed up and down hungrily sucking on Justin’s stiff cock.
“You…really…are…hungry,” Justin sighed; eyes focused on Brian’s tongue twirling around his glistening and throbbing head.
Suddenly the door opened. “Brian?”
“Cynthia!” Justin pushed down on Brian’s head.
“Justin? Where’s Brian?” Cynthia looked around the office.
“He’s on his lunch break…”
“He’s getting lunch?” Cynthia once again inquired; she stood by the office door.
“No…he’s having lunch right now,” Justin’s mind couldn’t process well. His thoughts swam in the deep pool of pleasure and ecstasy.
Brian grinned when he heard Justin’s reply. He put Justin’s dick deeper in his mouth; he knew Justin’s trying to conceal his head.
“Oh, okay,” Cynthia said. “You know what time he’ll be back?”
“I think very soon.”
Brian knew Justin was coming; his head bobbed quicker accidentally hitting the under of the table creating a loud thud.
Cynthia grinned and said, “I’ll be back, Brian.”