litlemspowerful and I are playing a naughty game of ping pong using word prompts and Brian/Justin.


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Title: Say the Word
One: "Irreversible" prompt word given to jans_intentions by litlemspowerful.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Brian/Justin
beta: furriboots
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Includes the prompt "Haste makes speed" from tamingthemuse.
A/n: I upgraded Brian's lounger in the loft to a Le Corbusier pony skin lounger. Probably not as practical for, ahem, spilled substances as black leather, but it's so hot. Link here.

Some of you wanted more of this verse after I did the first one. This is kind of turning a bit Pretty Woman.

Say the word: Advantageous by jans_intentions

Say the Word: Cherry Blossom by Litlemspowerful.

Thank you, spike7451 for the gift on my user page.

So, got a new desk top computer in the home office again. I don't use that, but it does mean that I'll be able to take pictures of my garden and things and share them again. I missed doing that.


lazyshades shares her Brian, Justin and Brandon video and wallpaper for 'The Problem with Brandon' challenge at neverenough_bj here.

shadownyc puts up part three of her entry for the challenge with The Ends Require the Means.

furriboots puts up an icon tutorial Inside_Kinnetik.

I think these are absolutely freaking awesome Alphabet icons. I made a colorbar for fun for my own user page here.

She also did these wonderful spring user page bars here.

And I laughed so hard at this amateur vid yesterday: Dog playing.

rinmonsterer put up some charming BJ icons here.

Gale icons from furriboots here.


"It's all right, it's only water. See?" Brian sipped some and then passed the bottle of Aquafina to Justin who sniffed it before gulping some down. Brian had removed his coat and was sitting on the floor with Justin cradled between his legs.

Justin leaned against the larger man, watching groggily as Brian used a clean handkerchief to clean him up.

"I want to hire you again, Sunshine," Brian whispered in his ear.

"Hello, Sunshine."

Justin's heart leaped, but outwardly he kept his face composed as his new client Brian slid the door of his palatial loft shut.

The sound seemed to have a kind of finality, as if he'd taken some kind of irreversible action, showing here tonight.

What am I doing? I never go to anyone's home.

"You all right?"

"Yeah." Justin glimpsed himself in the mirror. Mascara, eye liner, a sleeveless pink tee shirt and very tight black jeans.

He looked like a--

"Uh huh." Brian pulled out some bottled water. "Want some?"

"Brought my own, thanks," Justin said.

Brian's jaw tightened. "I am not in the habit of drugging someone so I can get my rocks off."

Justin shrugged. "It's nothing personal."

"That seems to be the case with you," Brian said, tugging off his tie.

"I want my money up front," Justin said, remembering the advice a few other hustlers had given him. "And then I'll spell out what I will and won't do for you."

Brian's hand hesitated unbuttoning his shirt as he circled Justin. "You know the first law of advertising is make the client think they can't have something...that it's unattainable." Brian's voice was right in Justin's ear. "It only makes them want it more."

Justin stepped away, flushing, body responding to that light voice, which made him hate himself. This is just work.

"Do you want me to suck you off?" he asked coolly.

Hazel eyes assessed him. "Eventually."

The shirt dropped and Justin stared. There were tiny wisps of brown hair on Brian's chest which was softly sculpted with muscle but not over done. Justin licked his lips, wondering if Brian would want him to touch and suck his nipples.

"I just got back from an out of town business trip," Brian said. He went over to a long white sofa and sat down, long legs stretched. "Take my shoes and socks off."

Justin felt the lash of mingled resentment and arousal at Brian's casual order but nevertheless he went to the other man's feet and knelt, untying Brian's beautiful leather shoes and carefully removing them.

"Not bad. You could almost be a shoe salesman."

"I was, but I couldn't make enough money to eat," Justin said bitterly.

Brian leaned down and cupped Justin's chin, raising it. "Lucky for me, or I'd never have had the pleasure of having you on your knees."

...

Brian reached over to his leather billfold on the glass table, pulling out a wad of green backs and handing them to Justin.

Eyes on the money, Justin felt his face warming again. He hated this part.

"Two hundred."

"I'll blow you and, uh, touch you, but I don't kiss or fuck my clients," Justin said.

"Saving yourself for marriage?" Brian growled.

"I'm doing this because I have to, not because I wake in the morning thinking, 'gee, wouldn't it be nice to suck some old man's wrinkled cock.'"

Brian made a face. "Christ." He took a sheaf of Justin's bright hair between his fingers, rubbing it. "But you want me."

"...Brian," Justin said, wishing he could turn back time and not attend that party where Brian had used his foot...

"You thought about it, didn't you?" Brian prodded, hazel eyes fixed on Justin's face like a cat considering a stubborn mouse. "How much extra to kiss you?"

"Brian! I said--"

"One kiss. What the fuck is the problem with that?" Brian leaned back, opening his pants. Heart thumping, Justin pulled them off, still trying to maintain his facade.

"I'll think about it," he said, having an idea that an outright no would mean more arguments.

"Take your own shit off and..." Brian stood and retraced his steps to the kitchen. He wet a cloth and waited.

Eyes down, Justin slid out of his clothes, feeling the charge in the air now he and Brian were both nude.

Primal.

Everything exposed. No hiding how he felt. How he responded to his client's voice and touch.

...

"Don't wear this shit with me again!" Brian was scrubbing Justin's eyes.

"Ow! Will you fuck off with that--?" Justin shoved away the warm towel. "That is not how you remove eye makeup," he said haughtily.

Brian let his arm drop, looking a little uncertain. "I just like you natural."

"Noted. I have some chamomile eye make up remover. Do you want it all gone?" Justin asked calmly.

"Uh. Yeah. Bathroom's that way." Brian pointed.

Justin went to his knap sack and pulled out a small container where he housed his makeup. He then headed for the bathroom, conscious of Brian's gaze on his bare back and ass.

...

Brian leaned against the open doorway, watching Justin carefully clean his lids.

"Blond: your eyelashes."

"Most men think I look hot playing up my eyes."

Brian came up behind Justin, pulling his smaller body against his as they both stared in the mirror. "So maybe I have a thing for doing an innocent college boy."

"Spankings extra."

Brian smiled. "You little shit." He raised an eyebrow. "You'd look good in something classy..."

Justin made a wry face. "I grew up in the country club set."

"Ummmmm." Hazel eyes considered him and Justin realized he'd given away a personal detail. Shit. Why did he keep forgetting? He did not want this to touch his personal life.

Brian walked over to the bed and opened his partially unpacked luggage. As he bent over, Justin couldn't help but appreciate his ass.

I want to tap that ass.

Justin blinked, surprised by the strength of his own hunger. The desire was completely inappropriate, of course. Clients wanted to be in control and he couldn't imagine Brian being any different.

He tried to will away the sudden wood he'd grown at the thought of doing Brian, of Brian wanting that, asking for that...

Brian pulled out a little dark blue velvet bag and shook out something that sparkled with hot fire in the subdued lighting.

"Wha--?"

"Bend your head."

Justin obeyed and when Brian had finished with the clasp he returned to the bathroom and examined himself soberly in the mirror.

"Real diamonds."

"They gave me a choker for helping them sell more engagement rings to the hetero suckers who go for that shit."

Justin cocked a brow. "You aren't very romantic, are you?"

"Something we have in common."

Justin stroked the diamond collar. "I wouldn't say that."

"You look like someone's pet," Brian said, his palm covering Justin's, his hard on inscribing a wet circle against Justin's ass.

Justin closed his eyes, not wanting to see his own parted lips and heightened color.

Not wanting to see desire.

...

"Haste makes speed," Justin murmured as he rubbed a spoon coated with ice cream against Brian's bottom lip. "Savor it."

Brian reached up and stroked Justin's cheek. "I have a party I have to attend tomorrow night..."

"Some kind of kink thing?"

"No. A business party."

Justin blinked, pulling back the spoon. He was sitting on Brian's lap on a pony skin lounger by Le Corbusier.

"I...don't know."

Brian's face darkened. "Sap got you doing something?"

"My boyfriend prefers I only work one day a week," Justin said, licking vanilla from his fingers and then leaning down on impulse and laving Brian's chin with his tongue, tasting--

"Boyfriend?" Brian's hand was tangled in his hair. They kissed, impatience, heat like sudden lightning.

"Work us both in your hand. Do it!"

"Brian..." Brian's hand covered Justin's, encompassing them both. So close. Shouldn't let him do this again. Why do I keep letting him pleasure me?

Panting as he hung over Brian, staring into the darkness of his dilated pupils.

"Christ, you make a nice rich man's pet," Brian growled. "On your knees whenever your sugar daddy comes home."

"Oh...Fuck!" Justin shot, come mingling with Brian's as Brian's fingers dug into his hips and his neck arched.

Huffing afterwards, Justin wobbled a little, feeling loose and slutty and oh-so-satisfied.

Brian pulled Justin close and whispered against his lips, "Be a good boy and lick both of us off me."

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Say the Word: Complications