britin1729 (britin1729) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-10-16 19:21:00 |
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“Justin?”
“No...”
“Who the fuck is this? And why do you have Justin's cell phone?”
“Brian? Is that you? Why are you whispering?”
“Debbie? Where's Justin?” Brian demanded.
“He's working! What do you want?” Debbie asked shrilly.
“Just give the phone to him, Deb.”
“Fine. But you better make it quick,” the woman snapped.
“I don't think we'll have a problem with that,” Brian said honestly.
He rolled his eyes at the sound of Debbie calling Justin in the background. “Sunshine! Your asshole is on the phone.”
“Brian?” Justin sounded confused, and understandably so.
“Sunshine?”
“It's me,” Justin assured him.
~.~
“What are you calling me at work for?”
“Can you get to a bathroom?” Brian asked briskly.
“Um...why?”
“Just do it.”
Brian caught snippets of noise on the other end of the phone as Justin made his way through the diner.
“Okay. I'm here. Look, where are you? Why do you keep whispering?” the blond asked, frowning.
“Remember how I promised Lindsay I'd go with her to that stupid WASP party?”
“Yeah...”
“I'm here. In a coat closet,” Brian said grimly.
“What the fuck are you doing in a coat closet?”
“I can't fucking take anymore!” he cried dramatically.
~.~
“Take what anymore?” Justin asked, bewildered.
“There's breeders here, Justin,” Brian said matter-of-factly. “Breeders everywhere. It's horrible...it's like, every horror movie you've ever seen, and more...Justin, I just met the the biggest WASP family in the history of WASP families, I'm serious...I can't do this. I need sex. Now.”
Justin, meanwhile, was trying not to laugh. “And I suppose you expect me to help you with that?”
“If you expect a blow job tonight.”
Justin considered this. “So what are you wearing?”
“That's what I thought. I'm wearing jeans and that black shirt you like.”
~.~
“Mmm...and are those the jeans you bought when you took me shopping last week?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” Justin's hand casually found its way into his pants.
“What are you doing right now?”
“I'm stroking...slow because you love it when I tease you...my dick is so hard just thinking about you...your mouth on me...your cock against mine...”
Brian moaned loudly.
“I love feeling our dicks pressed together. I love it when you jerk us off at the same time, and there's cum all over us both, and you lick it off me until I'm hard again...”
“Ugh...”
~.~
“Mmm...and then you make me cum without even touching my dick...you make me so fucking crazy...”
“Yeah...”
“I love to watch you...watching you suck me...seeing your face when I cum down your throat...and you smell like me and you taste like me and it's so hot...”
“Ah...”
“And then when we clean up in the shower, you shove me into the wall...and you fuck me so hard, I can feel you for days...pounding into my tight little ass until you cum inside me...”
“Justin...”
“And then I'll...”
“Wait!”
“What?”
“Hang on a second...”
~.~
“Um...not really a good time...” Justin muttered through clenched teeth. “What the fuck, Brian?”
“Fuck!” Brian's voice became muffled and distant as the phone moved away from his ear.
“I'm looking for my coat. What the fuck do you care?”
“Brian?”
“The phone? Business emergency. My business. Not yours. So fuck off,” he snapped.
There was a long pause, then, “Justin? You still there?”
“What the fuck is going on?”
“The WASP husband walked in.”
“What!?”
“Could you not scream into the phone?”
“Did he see...?”
“I don't see how he could miss it.”
Justin closed his eyes. “Shit.”
~.~
“Forget it. I'm going to the bathroom. I'm still hard.”
“Brian, how can you even still be thinking about...you know what? I'm not even going to finish that sentence.”
“Good call.”
“Look, I've got to get back to work,” Justin said apologetically.
“Wait, I'm not finished.”
“Is it that hard to jerk off alone? I did it for years before you came along. I still do when you're not around.”
“Really? Describe it to me.”
“Brian!”
“Just tell me!”
“I've got to go.”
“Wait a fucking second!”
“Good-bye, Brian.”
“Justin!”
Brian was going to murder Lindsay for this.