Change of Plans - Repost
Change of Plans Written for the Weather/Vacation Challenge at qaf_challenges. Special thanks to _alicespings who went above and beyond, as always!
"Fuck. - - Fuck."
I roll over and try to figure out why I'm awake before the sun is up.
"What's the matter?"
"It's been snowing all night, my flight's canceled."
"Great. Come back to bed."
"I can't fucking sleep right now, I have to figure out how to get back to Pittsburgh."
He's pacing angrily around my tiny apartment so I sit up and try to wake up enough to help.
"All the flights are canceled?"
"Everything is grounded."
"What time is your pitch?"
"Then come back to bed."
"Brian, even if you could get a rental car you'd never make it in time. So come back to bed, and after you've fucked me and we've slept for another hour, you can call Ted and have him take care of it."
"This is the biggest pitch I've had in months. I want this fucking campaign."
"You'll get it. The pitch is great and Ted is perfectly capable of handling it. So you can spend the whole day pacing, or we can take advantage of being snowed in."
He runs his hand through his hair for the hundredth time and then finally flops down beside me.
"You've said that."
"Aren't you supposed to be supportive or comforting or something?"
"You want a blow job?"
"I thought I was going to fuck you."
"We have time."
"We got it."
"I told you Ted would do it. You got the account, and you got to spend the day in bed with me."
"You spent the whole day sleeping."
"I gave you a blow job and we fucked twice."
"That's hardly a full day’s work."
"I'm starting to think your staff need a raise."
He rolls on top of me, pins me to the bed and kisses me. He's smiling and playful at first and then suddenly it's more. Suddenly it's needy and insistent.
I wrap my legs around him, holding him tight against me.
His voice is rough in my ear.
"I want you on your knees."
He pulls away and helps me roll over, uses his hands to raise my hips up off the bed. He presses into me without waiting.
I work my body against his, making every thrust harder, deeper, faster. His grip on me tightens and I can tell by the noises he’s making that he’s losing it already. I love when he loses control just a little faster than he would like.
I spread my legs wider and arch my back. He slides in even deeper and I squeeze down hard around him.
"Jesus, fuck. Justin."
The burning friction and the feel of his cock dragging over my prostate on every thrust drive me straight to the edge.
And then Brian comes hard, falling heavy against my back.
I'm so fucking close that his half hard cock in my ass and the feel of the sheets against my cock might just be enough to finish me off. I start a slight rocking motion, but he stops me.
I jerk hard against him and make a noise that's somewhere between a protest and desperation as he pulls out.
"Get up again."
I move where he wants me and then I'm full again. His fingers press deep inside, three, maybe four. I want to ask but all I can do is moan.
His fingers move inside me, pressing and stretching, but he forms a tight ring around the base of my cock with his other hand. He's not letting me come, not yet. Not when he can torture me some, but his fingers inside me feel so good that I can't be bothered to care.
"Don't fucking stop."
"I'm not stopping."
It feels like his fingers are moving in every direction at once and suddenly the tight ring of his fingers around my cock isn't enough to hold me back. But he knows. His grip lightens and he strokes down my length as I come.
"Maybe I should give Ted a raise, let him handle more of these things."
"Oh yeah, you thinking of retiring, old man?"
"Watch it. You're the one who spent the whole day sleeping."
I roll towards him. He's lying naked on my bed, smoking, and the way the light plays over his bare skin makes me itch to draw him.