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| Entry tags: | author: britin1729, challenge #112: kinnetik |
Challenge #112: Kinnetik
Title: Hard at Work
Author: britin1729
A/N: We really needed more Mr. Kinney/Taylor action. Seriously. ;)
Condom: 3 to Jen
It was nearly lunchtime when Justin strode into Brian's office. This wasn't terribly unusual; Justin often stopped by Kinnetik on his free afternoons. But this time, rather than merely taking a seat on the sofa, he perched himself on the edge of the desk.
“I was thinking today,” he said, shifting so that Brian was very nearly at eye level with his dick.
“Oh?”
“Remember when you used to work for Vanguard? And I was an intern? And you were my boss?”
Brian smirked. “Yes.”
Justin grinned too, and let his foot come up to brush against Brian's thigh. “Good.”
“You weren't a very good intern,” Brian told him matter-of-factly.
“I wasn't?”
“What kind of 'professional' fucks the boss?”
“You weren't complaining when I was doing this,” Justin shrugged, sliding off the desk into Brian's lap. He gave him a squeeze through his pants, causing Brian to let out a hiss between his teeth.
“Not complaining now, either.” He stifled a moan as his hips rose to grind against Justin. “So, Mr. Taylor, how would you like to discuss a new—position—here at Kinnetik?”
“I'd be open to it. I'm a hard worker, and I'm very talented.”
~.~
“Really?” Brian practically moaned as Justin's lips found the spot on his neck that always drove him wild.
“Mmm-hmm. I think you'll find my work more than satisfactory.”
“You are aware the job often requires—fuck—night shifts?” Brian gasped as Justin slid the rest of the way off his lap, giving him one more squeeze through his pants before kneeling between his legs on the floor.
“I'm up for it.”
“Christ... Fine. You got the job. Don't blow it.” Brian's fingers found Justin's hair as the blond eagerly unzipped his pants. “Better yet—do.”
“Of course, Mr. Kinney.”