Cain had no idea that a little search for a feather duster could turn into something so dirty.
He found what he was looking for in an unnecessarily deep broom closet down the hall from his new office. As he reached up to grab the duster, the door suddenly closed and the light went off.
Before he could feel his way back to the entrance he was pinned against the wall and kissed breathless. The familiarity of the body under his grasping hands eased his mind; this was not a random attack by a desperate housemaid. It was just Glitch.
Resting his hands on Glitch's shoulders, he relaxed into the desperate kisses, dropping his jaw and welcoming a deeper intrusion.
Glitch pulled back to catch a breath, leaning his warm forehead against Cain's so that the very end of his zipper pressed a cold impression into the other man's skin. "Turn around," Glitch ordered frantically, pulling and pushing at Wyatt.
After that, Cain couldn't recall the exact order of events. All he knew was he was harder than hell and his pants were around his ankles. Feet were kicked apart and slick fingers opened him up. He pushed back, his head falling forward with an uncontrolled thud against the wall. Hands braced and fingers struggling to find purchase in the flat surface.
Glitch's other hand stroked over his erection and down lower, cupping him and squeezing in just the right places. Cain was hardly aware of the moment Glitch pushed into him, his breath catching at the invasion. He dropped a hand back to grip Glitch's leg, stilling the other man for a moment. Then Cain brought his hand back to the wall and arched his back, giving Glitch permission to go for it.
It was a fast, hard, almost feral coupling and it was all Cain could do to stay on his feet. Legs trembled as his stomach tightened, the first indication of approaching release. Cain turned his head, captured Glitch's mouth and his moans got higher and quicker. One hand joined Glitch's between his legs and together they worked him into cresting completion.
Glitch followed him with a long, slow and impossibly deep finish, moaning into Cain's throat.
Sucking in breaths like drowning men, they both slid in an ungainly heap to the floor, clinging to each other for support. Cain knew he would never be able to go back to cleaning now; not when just thinking about cleaning tools would make him blush from now on.
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Date: 2008-04-20 05:29 am (UTC)Cain had no idea that a little search for a feather duster could turn into something so dirty.
He found what he was looking for in an unnecessarily deep broom closet down the hall from his new office. As he reached up to grab the duster, the door suddenly closed and the light went off.
Before he could feel his way back to the entrance he was pinned against the wall and kissed breathless. The familiarity of the body under his grasping hands eased his mind; this was not a random attack by a desperate housemaid. It was just Glitch.
Resting his hands on Glitch's shoulders, he relaxed into the desperate kisses, dropping his jaw and welcoming a deeper intrusion.
Glitch pulled back to catch a breath, leaning his warm forehead against Cain's so that the very end of his zipper pressed a cold impression into the other man's skin. "Turn around," Glitch ordered frantically, pulling and pushing at Wyatt.
After that, Cain couldn't recall the exact order of events. All he knew was he was harder than hell and his pants were around his ankles. Feet were kicked apart and slick fingers opened him up. He pushed back, his head falling forward with an uncontrolled thud against the wall. Hands braced and fingers struggling to find purchase in the flat surface.
Glitch's other hand stroked over his erection and down lower, cupping him and squeezing in just the right places. Cain was hardly aware of the moment Glitch pushed into him, his breath catching at the invasion. He dropped a hand back to grip Glitch's leg, stilling the other man for a moment. Then Cain brought his hand back to the wall and arched his back, giving Glitch permission to go for it.
It was a fast, hard, almost feral coupling and it was all Cain could do to stay on his feet. Legs trembled as his stomach tightened, the first indication of approaching release. Cain turned his head, captured Glitch's mouth and his moans got higher and quicker. One hand joined Glitch's between his legs and together they worked him into cresting completion.
Glitch followed him with a long, slow and impossibly deep finish, moaning into Cain's throat.
Sucking in breaths like drowning men, they both slid in an ungainly heap to the floor, clinging to each other for support. Cain knew he would never be able to go back to cleaning now; not when just thinking about cleaning tools would make him blush from now on.