guff-talking work-slacker!

[bossymarmalade]

So, yeah--chootoy and I sometimes write each other sdb nonsense while we're at work, to keep us both from going insane. And so I wanted some Timbertone dishwashing (we'll see if she posts it, poke poke) and she wanted JC bondage, and this is the best I could come up with. Pointless smut. Isn't slacking off of work nice? *g*

Anyhow--unbetaed, unproofed, unredeeming, really. I just want to store it somewhere that isn't my Inbox.

JC liked iron. He liked the feel of the twisty spires that bracketed his bed at home, liked how the edges left deep red marks in his palms when he clung to them. He liked how easy it was to tie a scarf or a t-shirt or anything around the rails and then somebody's wrists. He liked the creak of the metal when he was panting and pulling and trying to get free.

He especially liked the way the ironworks weren't huge and solid, something he was keenly aware of when Justin threw himself on top of JC and JC's head bumped the thick, heavy wood of Justin's headboard.

"owwww," he groaned, scrubbing the back of his head. Justin paid him no mind and kept licking the corners of his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip until JC tugged away irritably. Justin heaved a sigh and pushed himself up on his hands, glaring.

"Whut?"

JC glared back. "This stupid wood thing," he complained, tipping his head back and reaching up to slide his hands across the fine-grained wood, the pretty pale blond color that everything in Justin's house seemed to be. "It's so trashy--like, all big and bulky." JC bit his lip to hold back a wicked grin. His hips were narrow under Justin's, body thinner and more refined, and Justin was acutely aware of it.

"I like big," Justin said tartly. "And sometimes bulky." He pressed himself against JC, bucking his hips a little, and JC couldn't help but moan. "And you do too," Justin murmured, voice dipping until it plunged straight into self-satisfied cockiness.

"hmmmm," JC thrummed, writhing up, and the next thing he knew Justin was gathering his wrists, sliding them down the big smooth headboard. He lifted himself off JC for a moment and pushed the headboard back until it banged against the wall, and JC was just starting to frown when Justin slotted JC's wrists down between the mattress and the headboard and let go.

JC yelped, the bottom edge of the board effectively pinning his wrists against the firm mattress, his hands flapping haplessly in space behind the headboard. He tugged, but the wood was heavy as hell and all it did was make his wrists burn. Heart pounding, panting, he arched up against Justin, who ran his big flat hands along the taut undersides of JC's arms, smirking.

"How d'you like trashy now, baby?" he murmured, twisting the soft skin until JC whimpered. Justin's hands smoothed, then slid down across JC's eyes, making him catch his breath. His hands twitched, caught, when Justin removed one hand and JC heard him undoing his pants. He felt Justin's long thighs shift as he moved, up until he was straddling JC's torso, and JC smelled salt and sex just before the hot, slick head of Justin's cock touched his lips.

He opened his mouth with a hungry noise and Justin gave a low, triumphant laugh before JC snaked his tongue out and made the laugh melt into a lustful groan. Justin's free hand slipped behind JC's head, lifting it so he could wrap his already-swollen lips around Justin's dick. JC used his tongue eagerly, lapping at the slippery flesh, the taste of it making his mouth water. His legs slid up and down on the bed, his own cock hard and aching to be touched, and when Justin groaned and curved over him with both his hands cradling JC's head against his stomach, JC closed his eyes and swallowed, hard, feeling the press of wood against his wrists.

Justin gulped for air, fingers rubbing through JC's hair, and then he bent further down and pressed his mouth to JC's temple, gently, sweetly. "Beg me for it," he whispered, and JC shivered. Justin's fingers tightened in his hair, needles of pain, and JC arched his hips off the bed, mouth open. "I want to hear it," Justin said, his voice raspy and demanding. "I want you to beg me."

"Please," JC gasped, as quickly as he could. Justin smiled, angelic, and slipped down JC's chest to grate his teeth over a nipple, biting down so hard JC's mind went red. His wrists jerked, the edge of the wood biting into them, and he mewled when Justin latched his fingertips over the other nipple and twisted. "Justin, *please*..."

"mmmm," Justin sucked at him hard, then lay his cheek against JC's chest and bit down again, the jagged edges of his perfect molars sinking deep into JC's tender nipple. JC gasped, "Suck me! Please, Justin, I'm begging you--just put your mouth on me, dammit, please!"

"Better," Justin murmured, one last sharp bite and then that pretty cruel mouth was where JC wanted it to be, slipping down over his throbbing, hard cock until the head of it was bumping against the back of Justin's throat. JC moaned in pleasure and Justin spanned his hands over JC's hips, holding them down, thumbs digging into his hipbones, fingertips digging into JC's ass. He imagined them leaving bruises, secret dark fans of them across his lower back, and the idea shot hot blood right through him, from the tips of his cold numb fingers to the tip of his stiff cock.

Justin rearranged to slant one arm over JC's hips and pushed a couple of fingers from his other hand into his mouth, sucking on them and then slicking them up and down JC's cock before sliding them between JC's legs, pushing into him with sure arrogance and smiling at the hitch in JC's breathing. "Yeah, that's it, baby--give it on up to me," Justin purred. "I know you like that. I'm'a make you feel so good, Jayce." He licked JC's cock, a broad swipe of his tongue, making JC shudder and wrench his wrists.

"Justin," he panted, beyond shame now. "Justin, I need it. Please. I want it so bad." He could hardly feel the tips of his fingers now, they were so cold. His shoulders were starting to ache and there were soft spots of pain braceleting his hips. It felt wonderful.

"mmmm, 'kay," Justin murmured, and slid a third finger into JC when he resumed sucking on JC's twitching cock. JC's eyelashes fluttered as he threw back his head, choked gutteral noises tearing from his throat as Justin sucked him relentlessly, fingers stroking deep into JC, long and endlessly strong, hitting that perfect little spot that sent synapses shooting in JC's brain, the pain pulling across his arms and the lingering throb in his nipples, and then everything centered on the wet cavernous heat of Justin's mouth, and he came so hard the headboard banged into the wall with a resounding *crack*.

Justin slithered up him like a serpent as JC lay there shuddering and twitching, rubbing JC's arms, pushing the headboard back so he could release JC's wrists. "Y'okay?" Justin asked, planting little fat-mouthed kisses all along JC's red, welted wrists.

JC swallowed, collecting moisture back into his dry, parched mouth. "Yeah," he rasped, pulling Justin down to lie with him, rubbing his sore wrist against the soft dolphinskin bristles of Justin's head. "I'm good. I'm...yeah."

"Good," Justin said, settling down and licking contentedly at the beads of sweat running down the side of JC's throat.

"Justin?"

"Yeah?"

JC twisted his mouth in consternation. "How much does one of these big tacky bulky headboards cost?"

To his credit, Justin managed not to laugh for *too* long.

Plus, new icon, from a link that paintedmaypole sent me. She's the Mandarin fairy! Her skirt is a Mandarin orange! What could be more delightful than that, unless it's k8 herself?