bidyke73 (bidyke73) wrote in qaf_scavenger, @ 2010-10-31 23:36:00 |
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Author: bidyke73
Timeline: a few years post-513. It's a one-shot, but it's set in my own post-513-verse where Justin came back to Pittsburgh after a few years.
Warnings: A littly humour, a little fluff, and in the end it's PWP, I guess. This is unbeta-ed because the silly idea just came to me tonight. If it's any consolation for you, it contains a little spanking and you can spank me for any mistake you find. but nothing too graphic. I hope you like my little treat for you. Comments are love! I want them! All of them!
A perfectly shaped pumpkin
„You had Daphne and your mother over for decorating? What the fuck for?“ I took the receiver into my other hand and waved to Cynthia to leave the room. She smiled and closed the door, knowing that when the non-husband was on the phone, no one got to speak to me on the phone or was allowed to enter my office under any circumstances. Marital life does have its benefits after all, and most businessmen weren't so appealing to me anymore. The rich daddies I had to deal with most of the time didn't age half as well as Justin and I luckily did...We weren't 100 per cent monogamous those days, but we had become very, very picky. I had to admit that he was the best and he could very well cope with my sex drive.
„Halloween,“ Justin answered cheerily. „I always loved it as a boy. We made it for all autumn, you know, not just pumpkins but also colourful leaves and small figures I made out of nuts and other things I found in the garden.“
„How creative.“ I snarked. „I wonder what you found on the grounds of Britin. A condom from the last time I fucked you in the stables?“
„I don't think the ladies would be so interested in your old jizz.“
„Maybe not, but whether you like to imagine it or not, both of them are very familiar with those things.“ I alluded to Daphne's and Jennifer's very active and promiscuous love life. Not that I disapproved, but Justin still did sometimes which amused the hell out of me.
„Ew, Brian. Mom has met someone new on the internet, did she tell you?“
„I recommended that website to her.“ I loved doing some research for her. Her taste was impeccable. Like mother, like son.
„Hunkydudes.dot.com. I should have known that.“ Justin chuckled. He gets more comfortable about his mother's post-climacteric escapades, and he should, considering he's a total slut himself. Which is what I liked about him from Day One. Maybe I should tell him that more often.
„So what exactly did you do at Britin?“ I remembered the time he had Emmett over during Christmas time and shuddered.
„Well, you know my mother brought pumpkins from the farm down the streets. Daphne and I carved them and embellished them. You know, like pumpkin lanterns. I even made one especially for you.“
„How thoughtful.“ Originally, I had called to know if he was still at his studio in my former loft, but he told me that he had stayed home at Britin where we'd also established a small studio for him. „So, are we going to have pumpkin soup for dinner?“ I asked.
„You hate pumpkin soup.“ He stated matter-of-factly.
„I hate basically everything about Halloween and that you have to eat pumpkin soup at every fucking occasion to eat up all the pulp you cut out of a shitload of pumpkins to make happy adorable pumpkin faces.“ I thought briefly about Gus who called me about Halloween yesterday, all excited about his „scary“ vampire costumes the Mommies made him, and I couldn't help but smile.
Justin must have felt that change of mood, because he just laughed at me.
„Don't worry, I gave it all to Daphne. So, don't you wanna know what I did for you?“
„I'm intrigued.“ I lied.
„Liar.“ He chuckled.
„Later.“ I told him. Now I could face the rest of that fucking boring day at Kinnetik. As if he was my little energizer bunny, my refill station, I thought. God, Kinney, you are so pathetic. But for rest of the day, whenever I felt stressed out, I thought of Justin as my little pink drummer toy with black sunglasses, and it helped.
I had to laugh at that thought again when I found him practically bouncing up and down when I came home. After a toe-curling kiss he told me: „Come on, I can't wait to show you your surprise.“
„Mmmh. This is delicious.“ I smelled at him, kissed his sensitive neck and licked a bit at the soft skin of his throat.
He giggled, took my hand and led me to the living room. I was relieved to see only a few rather tasteful holiday lights, candles and a big pumpkin with a funny bump and a small hole in it. He had managed to cut out the pulp from the other side but you couldn't possibly stick a light into that hole.
„Is that some piece of art?“ I wondered while Justin cracked up. He could be totally silly sometimes, especially if Daphne was involved. And I could tell the two of them had a lot of fun making this after Jennifer Taylor was gone, meeting her newest hunk.
„Rather some piece of ass.“, Justin snorted with laughter and pointed to the cheeks he carved into the already ass-like form of that pumpkin. „It was difficult to make the ass crack though. All those little wrinkles.“ He smiled both smugly and seductively.
„I have to hand it to you, Sunshine.“ I grinned and put my finger on the artfully carved wrinkles and wriggled it cautiously into that little hole that reminded me of something much better than this. Then I stuck my finger into my mouth and winked at him. „Leave it to you to invent a really tasteful Halloween decoration.“
„Thought you might like it.“ Justin beamed. „However, there is one thing you didn't recognize yet.“
„It's remodeled after your perfectly shaped ass?“ I joked while I deliberately opened his jeans to get better access to his hardening cock.
Justin looked into my eyes and moaned while I rubbed his slit.
„It should remind you of my ass after it has been spanked.“
„God, Justin.“ I moaned with him, while I kissed him senseless. After a while I managed to tell him in my most authoritarian voice: „I'll take a shower. I want you naked in the bedroom. On your hands and knees. Prepare yourself.“
I tried to think of...well, something as unsexy as pumpkin soup or Emmett's Halloween decoration and touched my rock hard dick only lightly while I took a very, very quick shower. Then I hurried to the master bedroom where I found a very ready Justin with his ass up in the air. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me.
„So beautiful.“ I told him, and I regretted that I was too far gone to take my time caressing the flawless, pale skin in front of me. To rim those real folds and wrinkles of his ass that even an artfully designed pumpkin could never copy. To dip my tongue into the hole until I feel him relax, to cover him with my wetness and mix it with his unique musky scent. To kiss him then, to share what still is some kind of guilty pleasure, something so intimate that even I didn't share it with other people but him for a long time now. His ass was mine, right now. And while I was all involved into the thrill of anticipation, Justin moved his ass impatiently, moaning.
„Stop that.“ I ordered quietly and smacked one of his cheeks. Hard.
„Aaaah.“ He cried out. One more on the other cheek. „Ouch.“
„How much do you want?“ I asked him. He looked at me, his hair ruffled and not only his ass cheeks turned red but also his face. He looked so young right now, so brave and so vulnerable. Like that night I pretended not to remember.
„I want more. Please.“
„Please what?“ I teased him.
„Please spank me. I want to be spanked.“
„Come here.“ I told him. I sat on the bed and lifted his body over my lap, braced him with one of my arms so that he was on his hands and knees again, but very close to my body. He was so hot already and I felt his hardness when he moved against me. Christ. So good. So hot.
I spanked him a few more times until I could tell that his ass cheeks burn deliciously, but didn't really hurt. Luckily, he is not into the real pain thing, he just gets off on the heat and the voice I use on him when I do that.
„I'm going to fuck you now, Justin. Have you prepared yourself? Did you stick your finger into your ass, lubed it up for me?“
Justin moaned again and hurried back into a more fuckable position. „Do it.“ He hardly had the time to finish the sentence until I buried my dick into him. I took a bit more lube from the nightstand to make it easier for him, but he just pushed back and took it all in. Years of practice.
Years of practice are definitely a good thing if you want to satisfy your lover, and even though that sounds pathetic, it's wasn't pathetic at all to have him in my arms afterwards to have a brief catnap before we had dinner and prepared for round two. Oh happy homo home life. It's wasn't so bad after all.
As far as it concerned the pumpkin and all that Halloween stuff: Let's just say that it didn't hurt to make Justin Taylor happy, as long as I got the only reward that mattered. Which, for the record, was more than just his perfectly shaped ass.