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Fic: QaF: Into My Arms-verse: Porny Noodling
So, heh, after all that about not having time to write, and how I was going to put it aside for awhile, I had this insanely productive day at work, then got an hour here at the end with nothing to do, so...I wrote some porny bit that had come to mind for the "In My Arms" QaF universe.
Here ya go! Hope it's fun for you to read! It was fun to write!
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The kid was twenty-two years old, according to his resume, and when he wasn’t talking, when he was smiling, or pushing the hair out of his eyes, he reminded Brian almost painfully of Justin at around that age. He even wore the same flirty look on his face while he sat silently, waiting for Brian to ask him another interview question or to delve deeper into the load of shit that was the kid’s excuse for a job history.
“Matthew,” Brian began. “You do realize you’re applying for a job as the assistant to the CEO of an internationally celebrated advertising firm.”
“Of course,” Matthew replied, lowering his lashes and smiling softly. “This is my dream job.”
Brian smiled tightly and said, “And this resume is for shit. You actually expect me to believe that you did half of the things you credit yourself with on this thing?”
“Well, maybe not all of them,” Matthew hedged. “But, I did a lot of them…”
It was late, Brian was hungry, he was horny, and it had been three weeks since he’d been home to New York and the warm, ridiculously cozy apartment he shared with Justin and Belle, and if he couldn’t find a suitable replacement for the little twink of an entirely too capable assistant who had abruptly abandoned him to pursue his dream of being an actor in L.A. or some bullshit like that, despite Brian’s monetary enticements for him to stay, well, Brian wouldn’t be getting home to them in the next week, either.
“Listen,” Brian said, pushing back in his chair, deciding to cut his losses and end this farce of an interview immediately. “You’re not getting the job.”
“I’m not?”
“No. You’re not.” Brian said, standing and moving across the room to get his coat. “If, however, you want to come home with me…well, what are you waiting for?”
Matthew gaped at him for a moment and then jumped to his feet, following Brian out the door.
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Brian closed his eyes and fucked Matthew hard, occasionally lifting his lids just enough to glimpse the blond hair Brian had grasped in one fist, and the ripple of muscle down Matthew’s back, thinking of someone else, and grabbing Matthew’s hips with his other hand to plunge in deeper.
Matthew’s groans were constant and in a timber nothing like Justin’s. The sweat beaded on Brian’s skin, sliding down his body, and he leaned his head down, almost touching Matthew’s back, reaching for the tightness in his balls that would signify he was almost there.
The sound of the loft door sliding open barely penetrated his awareness, but Michael walking in on him while he was fucking someone was nothing new, and not at all worth stopping the approach of orgasm. “Give. Me. A minute. Mikey,” he grunted, slapping the kid’s ass.
Justin standing at the entrance to the bedroom wasn’t what he’d expected and he broke into a smile.
“Hi, honey. I’m home,” Justin said, grinning, glancing down at Matthew on his elbows and knees, still moaning and twisting on Brian’s dick. “Aw, and look! You missed me! So romantic!”
“Thought you had art bullshit this week,” Brian panted.
“Simone put it off,” Justin smirked and dropped his bag on the floor.
“Belle?”
“Mom’s.” He was looking at Matthew, and Brian noticed that Matthew’s moans had grown quiet. “It’s okay, kid,” Justin said, walking forward with an expression that Brian thought of as ‘devouring’ and then Justin did the eyelash thing like Matthew had tried to do earlier, and Brian wondered how he’d ever found them to be similar.
Justin knelt down beside the bed, took Matthew’s chin in his hand, leaned forward and started whispering. Brian couldn’t hear him, but Matthew’s moans, and whispered, “Oh, God, oh, fuck, yes, oh God,” crawled under Brian’s skin, and Brian was driving into Matthew recklessly, balls slapping Matthew’s ass, and the sound echoed all over the loft.
“Yeah, yeah!” Matthew yelled, as Justin continued to whisper and reached out to slide a hand down Brian’s thigh, slippery with sweat.
Brian felt Matthew tighten under him, and then Justin’s hand left Brian’s thigh, only to reconnect with a hard, sound slap. Brian groaned, lowered his head to Matthew’s back, twitching as he unloaded into Matthew’s ass.
“Oh, God, man…” Matthew whispered.
Brian pulled out, snapping off the condom, and tossing it aside. He kept his eyes on Justin who smirked at him, stood slowly, adjusted his cock, and said to Matthew, “Take a shower. Do you need a ride home?”
“He can take the bus,” Brian muttered.
Matthew looked glassy-eyed and confused. “Um, yeah.”
“Okay,” Justin said. “I’m going to go make dinner.” He leaned in, grabbed Brian’s chin and kissed him. “And, hey, I missed you, too.”
THE END
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So, heh, after all that about not having time to write, and how I was going to put it aside for awhile, I had this insanely productive day at work, then got an hour here at the end with nothing to do, so...I wrote some porny bit that had come to mind for the "In My Arms" QaF universe.
Here ya go! Hope it's fun for you to read! It was fun to write!
::::
The kid was twenty-two years old, according to his resume, and when he wasn’t talking, when he was smiling, or pushing the hair out of his eyes, he reminded Brian almost painfully of Justin at around that age. He even wore the same flirty look on his face while he sat silently, waiting for Brian to ask him another interview question or to delve deeper into the load of shit that was the kid’s excuse for a job history.
“Matthew,” Brian began. “You do realize you’re applying for a job as the assistant to the CEO of an internationally celebrated advertising firm.”
“Of course,” Matthew replied, lowering his lashes and smiling softly. “This is my dream job.”
Brian smiled tightly and said, “And this resume is for shit. You actually expect me to believe that you did half of the things you credit yourself with on this thing?”
“Well, maybe not all of them,” Matthew hedged. “But, I did a lot of them…”
It was late, Brian was hungry, he was horny, and it had been three weeks since he’d been home to New York and the warm, ridiculously cozy apartment he shared with Justin and Belle, and if he couldn’t find a suitable replacement for the little twink of an entirely too capable assistant who had abruptly abandoned him to pursue his dream of being an actor in L.A. or some bullshit like that, despite Brian’s monetary enticements for him to stay, well, Brian wouldn’t be getting home to them in the next week, either.
“Listen,” Brian said, pushing back in his chair, deciding to cut his losses and end this farce of an interview immediately. “You’re not getting the job.”
“I’m not?”
“No. You’re not.” Brian said, standing and moving across the room to get his coat. “If, however, you want to come home with me…well, what are you waiting for?”
Matthew gaped at him for a moment and then jumped to his feet, following Brian out the door.
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Brian closed his eyes and fucked Matthew hard, occasionally lifting his lids just enough to glimpse the blond hair Brian had grasped in one fist, and the ripple of muscle down Matthew’s back, thinking of someone else, and grabbing Matthew’s hips with his other hand to plunge in deeper.
Matthew’s groans were constant and in a timber nothing like Justin’s. The sweat beaded on Brian’s skin, sliding down his body, and he leaned his head down, almost touching Matthew’s back, reaching for the tightness in his balls that would signify he was almost there.
The sound of the loft door sliding open barely penetrated his awareness, but Michael walking in on him while he was fucking someone was nothing new, and not at all worth stopping the approach of orgasm. “Give. Me. A minute. Mikey,” he grunted, slapping the kid’s ass.
Justin standing at the entrance to the bedroom wasn’t what he’d expected and he broke into a smile.
“Hi, honey. I’m home,” Justin said, grinning, glancing down at Matthew on his elbows and knees, still moaning and twisting on Brian’s dick. “Aw, and look! You missed me! So romantic!”
“Thought you had art bullshit this week,” Brian panted.
“Simone put it off,” Justin smirked and dropped his bag on the floor.
“Belle?”
“Mom’s.” He was looking at Matthew, and Brian noticed that Matthew’s moans had grown quiet. “It’s okay, kid,” Justin said, walking forward with an expression that Brian thought of as ‘devouring’ and then Justin did the eyelash thing like Matthew had tried to do earlier, and Brian wondered how he’d ever found them to be similar.
Justin knelt down beside the bed, took Matthew’s chin in his hand, leaned forward and started whispering. Brian couldn’t hear him, but Matthew’s moans, and whispered, “Oh, God, oh, fuck, yes, oh God,” crawled under Brian’s skin, and Brian was driving into Matthew recklessly, balls slapping Matthew’s ass, and the sound echoed all over the loft.
“Yeah, yeah!” Matthew yelled, as Justin continued to whisper and reached out to slide a hand down Brian’s thigh, slippery with sweat.
Brian felt Matthew tighten under him, and then Justin’s hand left Brian’s thigh, only to reconnect with a hard, sound slap. Brian groaned, lowered his head to Matthew’s back, twitching as he unloaded into Matthew’s ass.
“Oh, God, man…” Matthew whispered.
Brian pulled out, snapping off the condom, and tossing it aside. He kept his eyes on Justin who smirked at him, stood slowly, adjusted his cock, and said to Matthew, “Take a shower. Do you need a ride home?”
“He can take the bus,” Brian muttered.
Matthew looked glassy-eyed and confused. “Um, yeah.”
“Okay,” Justin said. “I’m going to go make dinner.” He leaned in, grabbed Brian’s chin and kissed him. “And, hey, I missed you, too.”
THE END
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