happier_bunny (happier_bunny) wrote in qaf_giftxchnge, @ 2011-12-31 14:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2011 gift xchange |
Gift # 31 of 42
TO: ohfreckle/ eamesie
FROM:happier_bunny (with tons and tons of help from xie_xie_xie) Banner by: ohfreckle/eamesie
TITLE:KLEENEX!FIC - the Office
GIFT REQUESTAlternate Gift Choice: (KLEENEX FIC!!!!) Anything, fic or art, I'm not picky.
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Pairing/character/theme/focus: B/J
Justin didn't wait for the change when he got out of the cab, just grabbed his duffel bag and headed for the door of Kinnetik.
He could have gone to the house. Brian probably assumed he'd go to the house. There wasn't really any reason for him not to go to the house – except that his dick had been in a state of agony for the whole three weeks he'd been in Los Angeles working on his upcoming show, and he was fucked if he was waiting even another hour. No, he was in the same city as Brian for the first time in 21 days, and some things just couldn't be put off.
The door whispered quietly closed behind him, providing the best possible acoustics for the angry voice emerging from Brian's office. Justin pushed his way past a bank of floral arrangements that covered every piece of furniture and most of the floor. Cynthia was standing in a mass of red roses, talking rapidly into her cell phone. She smiled at him apologetically when he gave her a quizzical look, and just shrugged helplessly.
Justin paused at the office door, listening.
"No, Theodore, I don't find it charming," said Brian, voice getting louder with every comma. "Nor do I find it admirable, commendable, or meritorious. What I find it is a hideous misuse of funds that could instead be going toward the not-inconsiderable bill that Flowers Tomorrow is accruing with us, instead of turning Kinnetik into a fucking funeral parlor."
Justin paused in the doorway. Brian was always hot, but he was particularly hot when he was ranting about business. Although he was, Justin thought, at his absolute hottest right after the rant. There was something about yelling at his employees that made Brian horny.
Justin's dick gave a jerk in his jeans. "Hey."
Brian turned around, only the barest hint of surprised happiness flashing across his face before being replaced by the same annoyance that had been there before. He gestured toward the right side of the office, and Justin blinked.
Flowers. Everywhere. Red ones, blue ones, white ones, big masses of them spilling out of vases, bowls, and urns. Arrangements in the shape of dogs, horses, candy boxes, cakes, and – Justin shuddered – crosses. "Who died?" he asked, stepping over a trail of daffodils leading to the desk.
Brian shook his head. "No one yet, but in a very short period of time, it will be our newest client, who apparently believes we can't sell their product unless we are smothered in it.
Justin frowned. Justin wrinkled his forehead. Justin sneezed.
Brian sank into his desk chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You see?" he said to Ted. "And now they've given Justin emphysema."
"Allergies," Ted offered helpfully. "Justin has allergies, that's all."
Justin swiped his arm quickly across his nose, and nodded. "It's no big deal, Brian, don't…"
Brian was staring at him in horror. "Did you just wipe your nose with your sleeve?" he asked.
"Deal with it," Justin said, walking over to him. "I ran out of Puffs Plus before I left LA, and…"
Brian snorted. "I traded away my advertising expertise in a Mephistophelean exchange for a lifetime supply of the damn tissues," he pointed out. "And even if you failed to pack enough, heaven forbid you'd buy a lesser brand of tissue…"
"You know the other tissues irritate my nose," Justin said, his voice soothing. He glanced at Ted. "Unless you want to see us fuck, you should probably go now." He paused. "Or even if you do. And close the door."
Brian was looking at him, a smile on his face and a big bulge in his Armani slacks. Justin unbuttoned and stepped out of his jeans, then straddled Brian's legs. "Missed me?"
The answer was a rough grab at the back of his neck, and a hot tongue in his mouth.
Brian forgot about the floral tidal wave engulfing Kinnetik. Justin forgot about the over-active immune response of the cells of his respiratory system. Brian's fingers were digging into Justin's hips, and Justin was riding Brian's cock, their mouths still pressed together, tongues entwined.
"Fuck," Justin said, throwing his head back. "Fuck fuck fuck…" He ground his ass down as hard as he could, feeling the slick head of Brian's cock sliding over his prostate. He moaned and bent forward, letting Brian lick and bite at his throat, hands fisting in Brian's hair.
Brian tensed, feeling the heat building in his cock, throbbing against the tightness of Justin's ass. "Coming… here… instead… of… the house… was… genius…" he gasped, thrusting upward on every word.
Justin lifted his feet off the floor, letting his weight push Brian impossibly deeper inside his ass. "I… can't… believe… you're… talking…"
And then neither one of them was talking, Brian's come pulsing into Justin's ass, while Justin's flooded out between them.
They were just sitting there, Justin's forehead resting against Brian's hair. It was a moment of perfect stillness, the sunshine flooding through the glass high in the wall behind the desk, the two of them still connected, breathing returning to normal, the smell of flowers wafting on the warm air…
"AH CHOO!"
The sudden sneeze made Brian's dick fall out of Justin's ass. "Jesus," he complained, shifting a little.
Justin sniffled deeply, and started to bring his arm up to his reddened nose. "Sorry, I…"
Brian grabbed his arm. "Oh, no. We had this discussion."
Justin stood up, mopping at his come-spattered thighs with the bottom of his shirt. "I told you, I ran out…"
Brian sighed, leaned forward, and pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk. "Justin," he said, his voice patient as he plucked one of a dozen boxes of Puffs Plus out of the drawer, "Have you learned nothing? Don't you know that wherever you are, whatever you're doing, I'll always have a box of Puffs for you?"
Justin smiled down at Brian, and took a handful of tissues from the box he was holding out. "You're right." He blew his nose, dabbing at its red tip carefully, before he mopped up the last of the come smeared across his abdomen and thighs.
Then he bent down and brushed his lips across Brian's. "I promise never to use my sleeve again."
Brian pulled him in for a deeper kiss. "Good," he said when they broke apart. "Because I may have bartered my artistic integrity to keep you in soothing tissues for the rest of our days, but I do still have my standards."
Justin let their foreheads touch, then kissed Brian's head softly. "Of course. But do you have any more important meetings today?"
Brian shook his head. "No."
Justin grinned. "Then let's go."
Justin sneezed again on the way out the door, and took the tissue Brian promptly handed him. "If I'd known all these flowers were here, I may have gone straight home, fuck or no fuck."
Brian stopped, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed.
Justin started at him. "What?"
Brian didn't say anything, just looked pained.
"No," Justin said. "Tell me your client didn't send flowers to the house, too."
He nodded "I'm afraid he did."
"Fuck," Justin said, letting Brian propel him out the door. "Do you think Remson will mind if you take on another major pharmaceutical client?"
Brian raised an eyebrow. "Why would I do that?"
"Because," Justin said, blowing his nose into a fresh Puffs Plus. "It looks like I'm going to need a lifetime supply of my allergy medication, too."