Fic: now climb my sugar walls (AU, 1/?)
Title: now climb my sugar walls
Author: lealpotter
Rating: NC-17
Warning: bp!Kurt, threesome, AU
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dave/Kurt/Sebastian
Word Count: 640
Summary: Dave and Sebastian are cold-blooded executives working for the same company. They also happen to be best friends with benefits - and roommates, since none of them has the heart to move out on his own. After a very successful merger with a once big-shot company, they are invited to a select after-merger celebration. They had never expected the virginal, angelic looking eighteen year old with the out-worldly blue eyes to be part of their promised entertainment for the night. AU.
A/N: First part sadly smut-free. But others will come. Beware of the author’s shameful lack of knowledge concerning anything related to business, mergers, and the like. She’s just here for the porn.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sebastian turns to Dave, cocking his head slightly.
“What do you think?”
Dave smirks predatorily; Sebastian can see him salivating for the kill.
“They’re fucking desperate.”
They had expected it, of course. Small family-business turned highly successful company turned biggest grossing enterprise in its field turned most resounding failure of all times. The big man, the kind of head-shark Sebastian would have given his left hand to be introduced to, had passed away barely a year before, leaving the whole obscenely profiting monstrosity to his wayward fuckwad of a son. His disease ridden guts had probably been prompting him into a hell of a guilt-trip over missed-childhoods and disownments and other bullshit like that; however, the said fuckwad (as predicted by anyone but the decrypt Hayes himself) had proceeded to send his father a huge fuck-you just two months after the funeral, amassing everything he could and ripping to pieces whatever was left.
No one had wanted to touch the derelict empire - not even the leftovers of the Hayes family, butthurt as they probably were over the will - save for Dave and Sebastian’s boss. He had admired Hayes to the point of obsession and had donned black for the entire year; Sebastian was used to shrugging it off, telling Dave that the man could jerk off to all the old newspaper clippings he wanted to - he was still really goddamn brilliant, and if he’d seen a shine of potential in the Hayes’ legacy, then all they had to do was shut their fucking mouths and swallow like good boys. Dave had developed an irritating tendency to smother Sebastian with his pillow whenever Sebastian kept droning on after a really good fuck, trying to convince himself that they were not committing career suicide by letting Ackerman lead them down the fucking rabbit-hole.
And now here they were, sitting across a ridiculously large table that had obviously seen the grandeur of greater days, but now only served as witness to the most pathetic merger deal Sebastian had ever seen. It was only the two of them plus that sniveling butt-licking bitch of a vice-president and a couple of stand-ins that did nothing more than nod eagerly at any bullshit that came out of Dave or Sebastian’s mouths.
It was long over now. The contracts had been signed; Dave had that half-stunned, utterly-pleased-with-himself kind of look on his face, the same he always sported coming out of a dingy bathroom in one of their favorite clubs, a wide-eyed, gaping and limping twink trailing close behind him.
The VP and his cocksucking buddies had vanished with veiled promises of a post-merger after-party entertainment; Sebastian hadn’t even known a party was being thrown, and who the fuck celebrated having just been screwed over on the dry? The two of them were apparently not going to the party, but directly to the entertainment, whatever it might entail. He could see that Dave’s hunger had faded as soon as the VP’s pen touched the paper; he knew his roommate well enough to realize Dave had much rather drive back to their place, change into his sweats and crash on the couch with one of his Kevin Bacon’s favorites and an extra-large anchovy pizza. However, Sebastian was in the mood to be entertained, as deplorable as it turned out to be; he had never been prone to dismissing dedicated worshippers, and all the employees they had crossed paths with on their way to the meetings room had looked ready to drop down and spread their legs right there on the fugly carpeted floor. So Dave would just have to suck it up - no matter how good his ass always looked in those ratty sweats - and play the winsome yet respectful and caring half, while Sebastian went on being as much of a disdainful smug bastard as he pleased.
Author: lealpotter
Rating: NC-17
Warning: bp!Kurt, threesome, AU
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dave/Kurt/Sebastian
Word Count: 640
Summary: Dave and Sebastian are cold-blooded executives working for the same company. They also happen to be best friends with benefits - and roommates, since none of them has the heart to move out on his own. After a very successful merger with a once big-shot company, they are invited to a select after-merger celebration. They had never expected the virginal, angelic looking eighteen year old with the out-worldly blue eyes to be part of their promised entertainment for the night. AU.
A/N: First part sadly smut-free. But others will come. Beware of the author’s shameful lack of knowledge concerning anything related to business, mergers, and the like. She’s just here for the porn.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sebastian turns to Dave, cocking his head slightly.
“What do you think?”
Dave smirks predatorily; Sebastian can see him salivating for the kill.
“They’re fucking desperate.”
They had expected it, of course. Small family-business turned highly successful company turned biggest grossing enterprise in its field turned most resounding failure of all times. The big man, the kind of head-shark Sebastian would have given his left hand to be introduced to, had passed away barely a year before, leaving the whole obscenely profiting monstrosity to his wayward fuckwad of a son. His disease ridden guts had probably been prompting him into a hell of a guilt-trip over missed-childhoods and disownments and other bullshit like that; however, the said fuckwad (as predicted by anyone but the decrypt Hayes himself) had proceeded to send his father a huge fuck-you just two months after the funeral, amassing everything he could and ripping to pieces whatever was left.
No one had wanted to touch the derelict empire - not even the leftovers of the Hayes family, butthurt as they probably were over the will - save for Dave and Sebastian’s boss. He had admired Hayes to the point of obsession and had donned black for the entire year; Sebastian was used to shrugging it off, telling Dave that the man could jerk off to all the old newspaper clippings he wanted to - he was still really goddamn brilliant, and if he’d seen a shine of potential in the Hayes’ legacy, then all they had to do was shut their fucking mouths and swallow like good boys. Dave had developed an irritating tendency to smother Sebastian with his pillow whenever Sebastian kept droning on after a really good fuck, trying to convince himself that they were not committing career suicide by letting Ackerman lead them down the fucking rabbit-hole.
And now here they were, sitting across a ridiculously large table that had obviously seen the grandeur of greater days, but now only served as witness to the most pathetic merger deal Sebastian had ever seen. It was only the two of them plus that sniveling butt-licking bitch of a vice-president and a couple of stand-ins that did nothing more than nod eagerly at any bullshit that came out of Dave or Sebastian’s mouths.
It was long over now. The contracts had been signed; Dave had that half-stunned, utterly-pleased-with-himself kind of look on his face, the same he always sported coming out of a dingy bathroom in one of their favorite clubs, a wide-eyed, gaping and limping twink trailing close behind him.
The VP and his cocksucking buddies had vanished with veiled promises of a post-merger after-party entertainment; Sebastian hadn’t even known a party was being thrown, and who the fuck celebrated having just been screwed over on the dry? The two of them were apparently not going to the party, but directly to the entertainment, whatever it might entail. He could see that Dave’s hunger had faded as soon as the VP’s pen touched the paper; he knew his roommate well enough to realize Dave had much rather drive back to their place, change into his sweats and crash on the couch with one of his Kevin Bacon’s favorites and an extra-large anchovy pizza. However, Sebastian was in the mood to be entertained, as deplorable as it turned out to be; he had never been prone to dismissing dedicated worshippers, and all the employees they had crossed paths with on their way to the meetings room had looked ready to drop down and spread their legs right there on the fugly carpeted floor. So Dave would just have to suck it up - no matter how good his ass always looked in those ratty sweats - and play the winsome yet respectful and caring half, while Sebastian went on being as much of a disdainful smug bastard as he pleased.