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furribootsTitle: Say the Word
Four: Tempted
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Brian/Justin
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furribootsDisclaimer: Not mine.
An: AU in the style of pretty woman
Photo of Robert Gant, click to see it full-sized.
Say the word: Advantageous by jans_intentions
Say the Word: Irreversible by jans_intentions.
Say the Word: Complications by jans_intentions.
Say the Word: Cherry Blossom by Litlemspowerful.
I'd like to thank
chiara1, wouldbedorothy, galesweetie, landlady_4rent and an anonymous person/s for gifts certificates and paid time on my journals. If you'd like me to know who you are, please let me know, otherwise, know that I was very touched!Happy birthday my dear friend
youbetterwiseup! xxThe wonderfully talented
ladybugkay wrote me a bit of in character BJ for my birthday: By Flatterers Besieged.I'm almost a little...embarrassed by how shameless this story is. I keep thinking I shouldn't be doing it.
Justin cocked his head, charcoal gripped in his hand as he shaded in one area, licking his lips.
Ben smiled at him.
"You're not supposed to look sweet," Justin chided. "Domy is the look."
"And I will resume it, Mr. Taylor," Ben promised. "But you're not even working on my face now."
"How do you know?" Justin pushed hair out of his eyes. He guessed he should get a hair cut, but Ben liked tangling his hands in it when they--
Lying on the floor, legs held open, trembling as Brian stimulated him with his foot. He heard footfalls and knew someone had come in to talk to Brian at Kinnetik, some subordinate who didn't see that Brian had a nude Justin under his desk, body open while Brian used his foot to play.
He closed his eyes on the flash back. Shit! That was two weeks ago. Why was he still thinking about Brian? Justin had made his position clear.
Ben rubbed a hand over the model's hip, raising a brow and looking at Justin, and suddenly Justin had an urge to ask Ben if they could...all three of them.
Immediately he felt shitty. He knew Ben had good reason to prefer a monogamous relationship. Justin enjoyed it too, but he did have a wilder side, one he kept carefully repressed.
He loved Ben; Ben had been there for him when his father would have nothing to do with him, when Justin was figuring out how to support himself and Molly. Ben didn't approve of Justin's work, but Justin wouldn't allow Ben to support them.
Justin sighed, looking at Ben, seeing kindness there. And more.
He put down his charcoal.
"Ben...?"
Ben stood and slapped the model they'd hired on his tattoo. "Thanks, Jace. I think Justin is done for the day." He held Justin's gaze, blue eyes smoldering.
Now Justin felt anticipation.
He'd made the right decision with Brian.
...
"Brian...I have a boyfriend."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Justin blinked. "I've never...been with anyone else."
Brian put his glass down gently and walked over to Justin. "Do you love him?"
"Yes."
Soft, "If I touched you right now..."
"Don't touch." Justin closed his eyes. "I'll come if you--"
"Keep the boyfriend. Let me have you weekends." Brian rested his forehead against Justin's. "Take the deal."
Holding Brian's gaze, feeling his body come alive in some inexplicable way, responding only to Brian, Justin shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I care about him."
"We could set limitations." Brian circled him and Justin felt like he was being stalked. "No kissing. Just let me inside you. You know I'll make you feel good."
Justin shivered when Brian ran a finger down his back, knowing that Brian could make him come so easily. A few casual touches and Justin would be on his back, begging like a slut.
He bit his lip hard, reminding himself this was business. He had a life, he had a boyfriend. Brian had admitted all he wanted was a paid fuck.
"I...it would be humiliating."
Brian's hazel eyes flared. "Humiliating? Is that what you think?"
Flushed, Justin nodded.
"Humiliation can be hot," Brian said. "In certain very carefully measured doses."
Justin frowned. "I don't think so!"
"That's because you're a little control freak. Fine, pass on my offer, but I paid for an hour of your time."
"So you did." Justin wiped his sweaty palms. "What do you want?"
Brian told him.
...
Nude, Justin replaced the model on Ben's knee. He leaned forward, lips parting as Ben worked him, skillful, knowing what Justin liked.
"Make me not think about anything but you," Justin whispered against Ben's lips. "Fill me up."
...
Brian snapped the diamond choker around Justin's bent neck. He was perched on Brian's knee, conscious that because of his nudity Brian could have no doubt now that Justin was moved.
"You like something inside you, don't you?" Brian asked, smoothing a hand over Justin's back and ass.
Justin took a deep breath. "Yes, but--"
"Not me." Brian opened a drawer and Justin's eyes widened, seeing toys, condoms...obviously Brian liked to be prepared.
"Bend forward and hold the desk."
"Brian..."
"You'll love this."
Justin swallowed, thinking that was the problem. Brian never did anything to him that he didn't love, didn't crave.
He got off Brian's knee and, cheeks burning, bent over the desk, legs separated. He wondered if Brian would spank him. Some of his previous clients had liked that, and Justin had found it mildly stimulating, though it embarrassed him to admit it to himself.
Fingers circled his entrance, slick with lube.
Justin tensed, knowing he should say no, make it clear Brian wasn't to come inside him.
Brian pushed inside, very gently, taking a lot of time to slide his fingers, circling, touching Justin everywhere but his prostate.
Fuck!
After a while, Justin was swaying on his arms, enjoying the attentions; he felt the wider pressure of something else. His head snapped back and he saw Brian was pushing a slender dildo inside him.
Brian shunted it back and forth, making electrifying contact.
Soft, "Like that?"
Justin looked at Brian through heavy-lidded eyes, guessing he probably looked as slutty as he felt. "...Yes."
"Good boy." Brian smacked his ass, making Justin tighten deliciously around the object inside him. "Lie on your back and hold your legs open." Brian gestured for Justin to get under his desk.
Heart beat picking up, Justin did as Brian ordered, spreading his legs, and holding his thighs open. The dildo inside him moved, pressing against his prostate.
He remembered the first time they'd met, at one of the Sap's parties which Justin usually dreaded. How Brian had used his foot...!
"I had a Japanese pedicure just for you," Brian said in a conversational tone, as if he hadn't hired Justin to strip, wear a diamond collar and spread himself at Brian's feet. "I don't bother with shit like that normally, except it makes the soles of your feet extra soft in some places and refines the callus in others..."
As Justin watched, lying open at Brian's whim, Brian reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a glass bottle, removing the stopper to release the pungent scent of rosemary.
He poured liquid into his palm, rubbed it briskly before reaching down and--
"Ohhhhhh!" Justin pushed his cock deeper into Brian's oil-coated hand.
"Stay very. Still," Brian said. He pulled off his left shoe and sock and then placed his foot on the freshly applied oil, rubbing.
Holding his thighs open, Justin watched as he picked up the headset to his phone.
"Do you remember when you were a little boy? Not too long ago, in your case," Brian drawled. "You probably had to ask an adult if you needed to visit the bathroom. In this instance, I want you to ask me to let you come."
Justin lost his breath. "Brian...?"
"Ask me nicely and I'll give you what you need."
...
Brian spoke over the phone to a client, leaning back in his chair, accepting fresh coffee from an assistant.
And under Brian's desk, Justin bit his lip to keep from whimpering, to keep from asking.
Ask me nicely and I'll give you what you need.
...
Justin's attention was completely focused on friction now, light, teasing, whether Brian would pause, his foot lightly grazing Justin's open thigh, or he would rub the edge of callus against Justin's slit, so he couldn't help but whimper and push himself up--
But if he moved, Brian would stop.
So Justin tried to hold still, very still, as he'd been ordered.
And he understood why Brian warned him that humiliation could be hot, because he was nude, helpless, an object that Brian was playing with, and Brian had demanded he ask for release.
And a big part of Justin loved that, which shamed him. How could he like being treated this way, like a pet Brian had in training?
The attentions continued, Brian on the phone, fingers tapping on his keyboard--
"Brian!" Justin chewed his lip. He couldn't. He needed!
Brian raised his brow and Justin thought he saw brief vulnerability in the hazel eyes. Brian was miffed at him. Teaching him a lesson. Why? Because Justin had rejected his offer to belong to him on weekends?
"Please can I...?" Justin took a deep breath and the dildo shifted. God! "May I come, Brian?"
Brian surprised Justin.
He put aside the earphones and knelt immediately next to Justin, stroking the hair off his forehead, hand running over Justin's sweaty chest and then his mouth--
Brian took Justin inside, sucking him expertly, tenderly, holding Justin's legs open as Justin cried out, as Justin came, spurting helplessly into Brian's mouth, shuddering as Brian licked him.
...
In Brian's arms, Justin surreptitiously wiped away a tear, panting, the fingers of one hand digging into Brian's back.
"I'm sorry you won't be mine," Brian said.
Justin's eyes stung. What was he going to do?
I want to be his.
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