Title: Golden Opportunities Drabble: # 30 by LJ's england13 A/N: Thanks to _alicesprings for the beta and the wonderful encouragement!
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Ever since Justin started working at Kinnetik, Cynthia would visit him each afternoon. Justin liked Cynthia. She was friendly, cute, bitchy in the best way, and loyal beyond measure to Brian.
"So, I was thinking, we should ask to work with the new musician we signed. He's young, hot. Local, too."
"Sure." Justin squinted at the ad on his computer. He couldn't quite get the font right.
"Justin, are you listening? You've heard of this guy, right? He's been all over the radio. Ethan Gold."
Justin felt all the blood drain from his face. He stared at her, horrified. "What?!"
"Holy shit, Ethan Gold?"
"Yeah... why are you so surprised?"
"Because I used to date that asshole when we were at PIFA."
"You dated him?"
"Yup. Right up until he cheated on me."
"Well fuck, there goes that idea. You'd be perfect for the account; normally I'd make sure Brian put you on it."
"Oh Ethan would love that. He always wanted to get back together and he was less than pleased that I had no interest. I imagine he'd enjoy throwing his weight around a bit."
"Christ. OK, I'll talk to Brian, and make sure he doesn't put you anywhere near this one."
"I understand if you feel like you have to tell him about our history. But I don't mind working on it. I can't speak for Ethan, but I'm prepared to act completely professional and I don't want Mr. Kinney thinking I can't handle it."
"Good for you. OK, I'll explain the situation just so Brian knows, and then we'll let him decide what to do."
"Which one is he?"
"I don't know if you've met him yet. He was the one who was living in New York, you did a phone interview."
"Right. Who the fuck moves back to Pittsburgh? Especially from New York."
"I don't know what brought him here, but I think you'll like him when you meet him."
She gives me a look to indicate just how much.
"Great. I wanted him on this account."
"I was thinking the same thing. He would be perfect for this because he's young and he went to PIFA. I figured Ethan and his people would appreciate his input... but now I'm not so sure."
"Fuck it. Let's put him on it. We'll deal with it if it becomes a problem. His portfolio is good and he's just what we need on this one. Let's get the team together this afternoon. I want to get moving on this right away."
I've seen him from a distance a few times and I've heard enough to know he would be good looking, but sitting in front of him listening to him talk, I can't help but be distracted by how fucking hot he is.
"This account isn't going to be a big money maker, but it's high profile and it could bring us more attention than we get from some of our bigger campaigns. So everyone needs to be on their game. No fuck ups."
Nice pep talk. But nobody seems surprised, there are nods all around the table and we get on with the meeting.
"Taylor, let me see you in my office."
I nod and follow him to his office. He pours himself a drink and then tilts the bottle towards me offering. Doesn't seem like a good idea to drink at work even if the day is pretty much over, so I pass.
"Cynthia told me about your history with Gold. She also told me you want to work on the project regardless."
"Yes, I'm glad to be on the team."
"Just tell me this isn't a pathetic attempt to get him back."
I'm so shocked that I can't control my natural response to the insanely ridiculous suggestion, which is to laugh.
Apparently my reaction is satisfactory to him.
"Good. Accounts like this one are the reason I hired you. I'm going to keep you and Gold out of each other’s way as much as possible. You and I will work together on the concept and then you'll work with the rest of the team to produce the art."
"Are you... Am I the..."
"Team lead? No. You're too new for that title. But on this you'll be doing the work of the lead without the title and if I like what you do then I don't care how new you are, you can expect to be team lead on any future projects I think you're well suited for."
"I hear Justin Taylor works here."
He waves his hand dismissively.
"You know how word travels. He and I were fellow students at The Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts."
My tone makes it clear that I know exactly what "fellow students" means. He just rolls on, completely unaffected.
"Any chance he's working on my campaign, I'd love to catch up with him."
"He is, but the two of you won't have much interaction. The clients don't typically meet with the art department. You know artists... so temperamental."
"Actually I do know artists and I think that as an artist myself I'm particularly well equipped to handle them. In fact, I hope you'll approve of me working directly with your artists. I think it's the best way to ensure that I get the results I'm looking for."
I wonder when the last time someone said no to this asshole was.
"I'd like to set up a dinner later this week with the entire team. My treat of course, as sort of a kick off to our partnership."
I desperately want to tell this prick that we are in no way partners. But I also want to keep the account and it is becoming abundantly clear that he is here for more than just Kinnetik's outstanding services. He's here for Justin.
I've seen Ethan on stage and tonight the dinner table was his stage. Ethan's always been pretentious, but fame has only served to make him worse. Sadly, there was a time when I thought it was part of his charm and it just made me want him more. Tonight would have made me laugh if it didn't piss me off so much.
It was obvious that he was wasting everyone's time as a way to get to me. Brian barely managed his temper and didn't even bother hiding his irritation, my co-workers were bored and confused and Ethan breezed on either oblivious or just uncaring.
By the end of the night I wanted to strangle Ethan or go out and get drunk. So I picked drunk.
"You're out pretty late on a work night, and at the boss' club no less."
"You seem like the type to understand the need for a night out. Besides, dancing energizes me and it's a great way to relieve stress."
His thumb is on his chin and he rubs his middle and forefinger across his lips like he is thinking, or hiding a smile.
"If you're looking to relieve some stress maybe I can help."
He's not even trying to hide the smile anymore or the implication of what he's saying. He reaches into his pocket and then extends his hand to me.
I study him for a minute. This is the worst idea ever.
I blame the E. It's the only explanation really. How else would I end up dancing with my boss? And it's not just dancing, there's firm grinding of hard bodies and soft, stroking hands.
And he feels fucking good. I'd like to blame that on the E too, but there's no denying that his dick is huge. And hard. And pressed right up against me. And his skin is smooth. And his hair is soft. And then he breathes in my ear.
"You're really fucking hot."
"And you're my boss."
His hand goes to my crotch.
"Doesn't seem to be inhibiting you too much."
My head falls back. The mistake I'm about to make is a forgone conclusion.
"God, I really want you to fuck me."
"That can be arranged."
I thought he would take me to the backroom, but next thing I know we're heading outside.
The cold sobers me up a bit but the heat in the car warms me until all the rough edges of the night fade away and all that's left is the E and the anticipation.
We eye each other in the elevator. We haven't touched since the dance floor and the tension between us is pulled so tight I'm about to break and jump him.
Only he jumps first. I've hardly had a chance to glance around his place before he's on me. He presses me up against the door and pushes his thigh between my legs and finally kisses me.
The kiss is so intense it's almost violent, like we're fighting each other for more. It's wet and hard and fast and when he pulls away to drag me to the bedroom I'm actually shaking a little.
His cock is the kind I dream about and jerk off to. Big enough that I can't help thinking about what it will feel like when he pushes in the first time, and so slick at the tip that want to taste him.
"I'd like to suck your cock."
He gives me a goofy smile that seems out of character.
"You don't have to ask permission, you're off the clock."
"Too bad, because I'm pretty sure I'd deserve a bonus for what I'm about to do."
He's heavy on my tongue and so, so wet.
I work him with just my mouth, my hands firmly holding his hips in place. I have a feeling he'll be in charge shortly and I'm looking forward to it, but for now, I'm running the show. My tongue runs along the underside of his cock as I take him as deep as I can and then slowly work my way back up to the head. I lap gently at the tip before sliding back down fast. And then I don't slow down again.
When his come floods my mouth, I let myself taste it before swallowing it down.
I go to lie down beside him but before I can even get there he's on me. At first I think he's going to blow me in return, but then he turns me over and that's even better.
"I think it's time for your bonus, you certainly earned it."
His tongue moves slowly down my spine to my ass. I should be thinking about the fact that my boss is licking my asshole. But it turns out he's really good at it, so instead I focus on the feel of his tongue tracing the edges of my hole.
I get up on my knees, my body begging for more. His hands grip my ass cheeks, pulling me wider than I already was and then he tongue fucks me.
It feels so good I start to float and I don't even try to hold on. When he touches my cock, my reaction is so strong it surprises even me. My head flies back and I start to shake again. Not just my legs, but all over. I'm not sure I can hold myself up anymore, but it doesn't matter because it's happening. My cock pumps out ropes of come onto his designer sheets.
He pushes me over onto my back and I let myself relax completely into the mattress. He kisses me more. Slower than before, and softer too. But just as deep. Just as intense.
And his cock is hard against me and my mind keeps drifting to my wet asshole and how good he is going to feel inside. It doesn't take long for my cock to be as hard as his again. But he just keeps kissing me, letting the urgency build all over again.
He's between my legs and I'm not sure when or how but he moves them to his shoulders until his cock is pressed right up against my ass.
He slides a condom on and then pushes in slow and steady.
Sleeping in Brian's bed seems like a bad idea, worse apparently than fucking him in the first place. So before we both pass out I ask for a ride back to my car. He suggests we hit the shower first which is too good an offer to pass up.
The hot water and one more orgasm make his bed even more tempting but I force myself to track down my clothes and get dressed.
"I'm sorry about Ethan."
"This isn't bullshit. I'm sorry that he's wasting your time."
"He's the one who should be sorry. Besides, he's going to make me a shit load of money and if you ask most of my clients, wasting my time is just part of the service. He sure does have a hard-on for you though."
"Seems to be going around lately."
He rolls his eyes a little at my smirk.
"The good thing about Ethan is that he'll only push so far, for fear that his secret will come out if he's too obvious."
"How can that little fucker be in the closet? How could anyone not know he's gay?"
"You may have a slightly more refined gaydar than most."
"Fuck slightly; I knew you were gay from our phone interview."
"That's because I knew you were gay from my research and I was using my best 'I want to fuck you' voice so you'd give me the job."
"Hmmm, I should have known you were a slut."
"No, I'm a tease; I had no intentions of sleeping with you."
"But you did."
"Oh yeah, I guess I am a slut."
Ethan and his team came in for a meeting to outline their expectations. More like demands. I was starting to feel very sorry that I had ever landed this account. Of all the pompous assholes I deal with on a daily basis, Ethan had quickly become the worst. They had completely unrealistic expectations that I could make Ethan - a cock-sucking violinist - into some kind of pussy magnet pop star.
Ethan declared that he would be coming in early next week to work "hand-in-hand" with the "art department" which I took to mean Justin.
I decided to get in front of this thing before it took over my life. The sooner I have a brilliant campaign worked out, the more I can minimize Ethan's exposure to myself and my staff.
I spent Friday afternoon in Brian's office. We went over everything we could find in print and on the internet about Ethan, as well as the list of demands from Ethan himself, his management team and record company and then set to work on developing an ad campaign based on his existing image and what he was hoping to put out there in the future.
Around seven Brian abruptly stopped what he was doing and stood up to stretch.
"You want to cut out of here? Work on this at my place with some take out? Because I've got to get out of this fucking suit."
"Sure, I'm starving."
We tossed around ideas for a few more hours and came up with a handful that were worth moving forward with. We had some good stuff but realistically we both knew Ethan and his team would turn all of it down.
Projecting the image they were looking for was harder than I had anticipated. I wondered why they didn't just stamp 'hetero' on his forehead and be done with it.
I mean how fucking masculine can a guy who plays violin for a living be?
Brian had changed into jeans and a wife beater when we first got back to his place. As the night went on it was getting harder and harder to ignore his arms... and chest... and lips...
"You don't have any pot do you?"
He raised an eyebrow at me.
"It's just; sometimes when I'm blocked it helps to... relax."
"You're asking your boss to smoke you out while working on an important campaign?"
"No, I'm asking my boss, who gave me E and then fucked me a few days ago, to smoke me out while working on an important campaign."
Things deteriorated rapidly from there.
One joint probably would have done the job of loosening up our creative juices. We smoked three and had more than a few drinks. Laughed our asses off and then fucked until three in the morning.
I wake up on Saturday, in my boss' bed, lying on a less than flattering sketch of Ethan with the words "Ethan Gold: The Worlds Biggest" across the top and the words "Douche Bag" across the bottom.
Seems we were slightly less than productive after the pot came out... unless of course you count the cock sucking and the rimming and the mind numbingly amazing fucking.
"It doesn't bode well for either of our weekend plans that that..."
He points at the sketch now in my hand.
"...was the most productive thing we did last night."
"I wouldn't say it was the most productive thing we did last night."
Somehow Justin and I spent most of the weekend together. We fucked as much as we worked. And we worked a lot.
He deserves his share of the credit for the campaign we developed. I may have the experience, but I wasn't wrong about him, he's incredibly talented.
But I'm not sure how to feel about spending half the weekend in bed with one of my employees.
Luckily I'm too busy to think about any of that. I call Ethan's team and tell them we will be ready for them on Tuesday afternoon and then I lay it on the line for the art department that the final boards have to be ready in just under 24 hours.
They hate me for it, but they'd hate me more if they had to deal with Ethan for the next week. By the time Ethan shows up, unannounced as usual, that afternoon, I feel completely comfortable telling him to get lost because the meeting is already set. His record company will be here with his management team and I'm going to blow them the fuck away. It's too good for any of them to pass up, even him, no matter how much the fucker hates me.
I'm so busy working Monday night that I don't even have time to think about the fact that it's the first night in days that I didn't spend in Brian's bed. I did however sleep for a few hours on the couch in his office.
I'm not exactly sure what the huge rush on finishing is, other than Brian's obvious hatred of Ethan. I know for a fact that we're over a week ahead of schedule. But I'll be happy not to have to deal with Ethan anymore, so who am I to complain.
The boards are complete a few hours before the pitch and Brian sends me home for a shower and a change of clothes. Apparently I'm going to be in on the pitch. The thought of it makes me nervous.
The campaign’s good. I know it and so does Brian but I'm not sure Ethan and his team will get it. It isn't exactly what they asked for. They want to make Ethan into something he isn't and it just won't work.
But that's where Brian comes in.
His ideas are good, amazing even. But seeing him pitch...
Maybe it's because I can understand the creative part, it comes from inside me the same way it does him, but the way he walked in there and charmed an entire room full of suits without kissing their asses or compromising himself or his art in any way was a sight to see.
"That was unfuckingbelievable."
His voice is full of the kind of enthusiasm I used to have when I walked out of a pitch that I just killed. He's fucking glowing and I want to fuck him right on my desk.
"It's true. I am."
He grins a little wider.
"I'm pretty sure this calls for the type of celebration that can't be found in my office. Half naked men, illegal narcotics and copious amounts of alcohol. Babylon tonight?"
Fucking him on my desk is a bad idea... but the backroom sounds pretty good.
"Sounds good. I'm going to get back to work."
"Go home, take a nap. I'll see you there around 10."
He slumps a little like I reminded him of how tired he is.
"That sounds even better, I'm beat."
The club's packed for a weeknight and I'm on my third drink before I spot him on the dance floor. He's moving fluidly against a particularly hot brunette. I take my time finishing my drink before I join them.
I don't miss his smile when I slide up behind the guy he's dancing with. The three of us dance together for awhile and when I peel off the stranger’s shirt and he doesn't miss a beat before leaning down to suck on the guy's nipple. And from there it's just a short trip to the backroom.
After a particularly productive trip to the backroom I know I should get the hell out of here before I make the mistake of bringing my employee home for the night yet again but instead we head for the bar.
There are drinks and more drinks. And I might remember ingesting a few other interesting things as well. But mostly I remember his ass pressed against my crotch and grinding endlessly, until I couldn't help but drag him home.
"Don't you ever go home?"
"Hmm, I might if someone didn't keep getting me wasted and then fucking my brains out."
"Oh so it's my fault."
He doesn't take the bait which I have to give him a bit of credit for.
"Yeah, so next time if you could just fuck me, then I promise I'll run off and sleep in my own bed."
I let the tension go... because right now, with him laying here naked in my bed, it just doesn't seem worth it.
"There is one downside to that."
"I promise I'm just as flexible when I'm sober."
I flip him over even as he's laughing at his own joke.
"I meant not being able to fuck you again in the morning."
We're late to work. He's pissed because I made him take a cab from Babylon to the loft last night. He didn't mind so much when I was jerking him off in the back seat on the way to his place. But it has him in a foul mood as we try to navigate getting us both to our cars and then to work without being later than necessary.
I'm hardly through the front door of Kinnetik before Ethan's on me. I can't even follow what he's saying at first.
"I should have known you two were fucking."
"You and Kinney. I should have known you were fucking him."
My co-workers are starting to come out of the woodwork for the show. I could care less who knows but the last thing I want to do is sell Brian out in front of all his employees.
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."
"I saw the two of you last night at Babylon. And then I went by your place but you never came home."
That doesn't really leave much room for denial; I figure my only choice now is to end this a fast as possible. I make my voice low and serious.
"This is not the place for this conversation, so fuck off."
"I don't really think it is in your best interests to talk to me that way."
"And why is that?"
"Because you're my employee."
"No he's my employee and I have no problem with him talking to you any way he pleases."
I have no idea how long Brian's been in the room.
"I'd watch yourself Kinney."
"Why Gold? You going to pull your account if I don't? Feel free to tell your management that you are going to walk away from the campaign that will make your fucking career. I'd love to hear that conversation. In the meantime, Justin and I will fuck whenever and wherever we like."
He turns to Cynthia who is practically foaming at the mouth she's enjoying this so much.
"If he doesn't leave immediately, call security."
And then he hauls me into his office.
"I can't believe you just did that... Fuck Brian, I am so sorry."
I wave him off.
"I could have handled him you know. You didn't have to do that in front of everyone."
"I know but I can't stand that asshole. What did you ever see in him?"
"He's talented and I was easily impressed. I was too young and stupid to realize he's pompous and boring."
"So you dumped him when you figured it out."
"No, he cheated on me. Sadly, it took me awhile to figure the rest out."
"Monogamy is bullshit."
"It might be. But promises aren't bullshit. He promised me I was the only one for him and that was a lie. I don't know what I would have done if he had told me straight out that he was going to fuck other people, but I would have liked to make that decision for myself."
Somehow I can't argue with that.
"You know, everyone probably thinks we are fucking in here."
"Well I'd hate to disappoint."
4 Months Later Justin's POV
"I thought... unnh... we weren't going to fuck on your desk anymore."
"That always sounds good when I say it."
I reach back and grab his thigh, urging him to speed up.
"But it's not nearly as fun in practice."
He grabs my hair and pushes my face down onto the desk and his thrusts get harder, but he's still going too slowly. I want more, faster, now. I want to scream... but we're in his office and my screams are what usually lead him to saying we can't fuck on his desk anymore.
Brian, who is perfectly happy to fuck me in a room full of people, thinks is sets a bad precedence to fuck in his office. I can't say I disagree with him, but I do find it rather ironic. It's not that everyone here doesn't already know what is going on between us. If they didn't hear about the blow up with Ethan a few months back, which I would find hard to believe, then they've certainly seen us leaving or coming in together, going to lunch together, or dancing at Babylon. None of that bothers Brian, just the fucking on the desk. And I suppose his feelings on that subject can't be all that strong since that is where he's currently fucking me.
He covers my mouth and speeds up. My grunts are muffled enough that I doubt even Cynthia can hear, which will make leaving his office slightly less embarrassing than it's been in the past.
He comes and I follow his lead.
He smacks my ass gently when he pulls out. I rest spread out over his desk for a minute until I realize what it would look like if Cynthia came in right now. I start to stand up but his hand on my back holds me in place.
"I'm enjoying the view."
The noise I make is somewhere between a laugh and a moan.
"I think we have to try a little harder if we are going to properly celebrate Ethan's success and the fact that he is going to be out of Pittsburgh touring for quite some time."
He slowly mouths my spine.
"Don't move Justin."
His mouth goes to my hole, sucking and licking.
He works me with his tongue and I know I'm going to come again. It seems too soon, too fast. But when he's like this there is no slowing him down. He slides a few fingers in and touches my prostate. I come and he just keeps pressing and licking.
"Oh god, Brian stop."
I hardly sound like I mean it.
"I think we better revisit this celebration later at the loft."
He smirks a little and kisses me sloppily.
"Lunch break is over; you better get back to work before your boss gets pissed."