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Steel
Title: Steel
Author: dirtylttlescret
Icon: By 4cupcakes1988. Isn't she awesome?
A/N: There's a support beam in the middle of my cubicle. I've been working at my office for 5 weeks and never put two and two together. Jeez, I am slow. No beta. Also, I probably should have saved this for Bring Back the Porn, but I am all about the instant gratification yo. 1,000 words of pornage below the cut.



Brian leaned against the cold metal of the support beam, his shoulders bent backward at an awkward angle. The hard steel of handcuffs bit into his wrists, keeping his arms forcibly pinned behind him on the other side of the pole. He was naked from the waist up, a pair of well worn, washed out blue jeans covering his legs. Justin was naked, sitting in a chair in front of him, lazily stroking himself.

“I like you like this,” said Justin, popping open a small tube of lube to slick his cock.

“I’m sure you do,” he said, his voice smooth and steady, despite the obvious discomfort he felt from the erection straining in his pants. “So, are you just going to sit there and play with yourself, or are you going to let me join in on the fun too?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get to you.”

“Do I look worried?” said Brian, readjusting his position so that he could release some of the tension in his shoulders. “Horny, yes. Worried? No.”

Justin stopped stroking himself and walked over to Brian, taking a sharp bite at the smooth curve where his neck met his shoulder. “You know, maybe you should be.”

“What? Horny?”

“No, worried,” said Justin moving lower. He stopped to take one of his nipples into his mouth, then pulled it roughly between his teeth.

“Hah!” laughed Brian. “What on earth could you do to me that haven’t done before?”

“Fuck your ass with a dildo?” he said, his breath skimming over the taut skin of Brian’s stomach.

“Done that.”

“Stripe your skin red with a leather strap?” Justin said, curling his fingers inside the waistband of his jeans, the pads of his fingers grazing the top of his coarse pubes.

“How quickly you forget.”

A zipper went down, and Brian felt a strong, wet hand slip inside to take hold of his cock, followed by the quick flick of a hot tongue. “Mm, what if I take you into my mouth and suck you off on my knees?”

Brian groaned, widening his stance to try and get more contact. “And why would that-” he hissed as his cock disappeared between Justin’s pink lips, then bobbed back out, “-worry me?”

Justin gave his dick a few well placed licks, tonguing over the head and across the sensitive ridge on the underside. He pushed down the fabric of his jeans to take one of his balls into his mouth, continuing to lick and suck until Brian’s cock was coated with his spit and his legs were shaking from pushing back against the beam. He was panting in erratic breaths, and just when he was about to spill past the point of no return and flood his mouth with his come, Justin stopped.

“Why’d you stop?” Brian groaned. Justin only smiled wickedly and walked back to sit in the chair, leaving him with his pants halfway down his thighs and his cock pointing angrily towards his chin.

“Like I said, I like you like this,” he said, going back to touching himself in front of Brian.

“Fuck you,” he said halfheartedly. “Come back and finish me up.”

“Nope,” said Justin, picking up the lube once more and pouring a small amount into his palm to ease the strokes.

Brian pulled harder, but nothing gave. “God damn it Justin, come back here.”

“Say please.”

He was too horny to care about pretenses. The word spilled from his lips without a second thought, and Justin was up from the chair, pressing his naked body against Brian’s partially clothed one in half a second. He rubbed his wet cock against Brian’s hip, making sure not to come in contact with Brian’s own want as he slowly got himself off.

“Justin, please, finish me off.”

“No,” he said firmly, rutting harder. Brian bit his lip to keep from showing how increasingly desperate he was becoming, but it was nearly impossible with a short and very hot blond masturbating himself to completion on his leg. A moment later, he felt the warm gush of come spilling down the side of his ass, Justin’s moans filling his ear as he shuddered against him.

Brian had never been harder in his life than he was at that moment.

“Please,” he said again, and this time he was begging. Justin was merciful and didn’t tease him any more. He quickly scooped some of the come off Brian’s leg and used it to coat his hand as he jerked him off in rapid strokes. Brian grunted at the sudden hot touch, thrusting forward as much as the handcuffs would allow it, until a moment later he was coming in fast white spurts all over Justin’s belly.

Brian slumped against the beam, his legs giving out beneath him as he slid awkwardly to the floor. Justin reached around behind to press the quick release button on the handcuffs and rubbed Brian’s wrists gently, getting the circulation back into his hands as he planted a kiss on each pulse point.

“Well that was fun,” he said, using Brian’s discarded tank to clean himself up.

“Define fun,” said Brian, exhaustion tingeing his voice.

“Coming on your ass while you look on helplessly?”

Brian gave him a swat, then pulled him closer for a tongue-filled kiss. “Sunshine, let me give you some advice. The next time you have me all tied up with nowhere to run, at least have the common courtesy to fuck my brains out.”

“Duly noted. So bend over already.”

“Nice try,” said Brian, rolling him over on the hardwood floor. “Now it’s your turn to squirm.”