Do you get off on having everyone paying attention to you like that? he'd ask, and he'd know that Sam couldn't answer but it wouldn't even matter because Junior would have him, Or maybe it's the pain you get off on. Or the jail time. You know what they say about guys like you in prison, is that what you enjoy? You want to be prison bitch for one night a year so that you've got wank fodder for the rest of it?
He wouldn't let Sam come, though. He'd have tied Sam's arms behind his back to stop him touching himself, and he'd pull out, finish himself off all over Sam's back and then roll him over so that he couldn't get off by fucking himself into the mattress.
Perhaps it's me that you're interested in, he'd say then, and it would make sense because Sam Flynn would be in his bed and gagging for it, after all, Maybe you're pulling all of this, messing with my systems, taking them apart piece by piece so that you can get inside of them because in your crazy little Flynn mind that counts as flirting. You want to get inside my systems like you want to get inside of me.
Sam would only get to come once he'd agreed to that, once he'd begged to be allowed to come, because Junior would be right and he'd have Sam Flynn writhing in his bed and even then he'd probably drag it out. Torturously slow strokes of his fingers across Sam's cock and Sam would beg and whine and cry for it until he'd finally come all over Junior's hand, and Junior would suck it off his fingers just to make Sam grin at him, albeit a little more ruffled and flushed and even hotter than he'd been earlier that night.
The thought of Sam Flynn grinning up at him, sex-rumpled and with tear tracks down his face from begging for it is enough to make Junior come himself, and he doesn't even care if anyone in the neighbouring apartments can hear him.
He rather suspects they can.
*** When Junior wakes in the morning, he jerks off to thoughts of Sam Flynn again, never mind that this is a horrible idea and if nothing else about it is, then the fact that he's Sam Flynn should do something to kill his boner.
It has the exact opposite effect.
Getting into the office to news that Sam has decided to finally get off his ass and actually take his proper place in ENCOM nearly slays Junior, and he has to stop himself from groaning out loud while he watches Sam running about to sort things out, because it's not like Alan Bradley can do all of it for him and be everywhere.
It's when Junior is trying to slip out to his office unnoticed, the corridor otherwise empty, that he hears a door open and Sam's voice calls out behind him, "Hey, Junior! My place, seven tonight!"
He doesn't answer, or turn around, but Junior does grin to himself, and when seven rolls around, he makes certain to be standing outside Sam's apartment cum storage container, biting back another grin as he watches the motorcycle pull up.
He wouldn't let Sam come, though. He'd have tied Sam's arms behind his back to stop him touching himself, and he'd pull out, finish himself off all over Sam's back and then roll him over so that he couldn't get off by fucking himself into the mattress.
Perhaps it's me that you're interested in, he'd say then, and it would make sense because Sam Flynn would be in his bed and gagging for it, after all, Maybe you're pulling all of this, messing with my systems, taking them apart piece by piece so that you can get inside of them because in your crazy little Flynn mind that counts as flirting. You want to get inside my systems like you want to get inside of me.
Sam would only get to come once he'd agreed to that, once he'd begged to be allowed to come, because Junior would be right and he'd have Sam Flynn writhing in his bed and even then he'd probably drag it out. Torturously slow strokes of his fingers across Sam's cock and Sam would beg and whine and cry for it until he'd finally come all over Junior's hand, and Junior would suck it off his fingers just to make Sam grin at him, albeit a little more ruffled and flushed and even hotter than he'd been earlier that night.
The thought of Sam Flynn grinning up at him, sex-rumpled and with tear tracks down his face from begging for it is enough to make Junior come himself, and he doesn't even care if anyone in the neighbouring apartments can hear him.
He rather suspects they can.
***
When Junior wakes in the morning, he jerks off to thoughts of Sam Flynn again, never mind that this is a horrible idea and if nothing else about it is, then the fact that he's Sam Flynn should do something to kill his boner.
It has the exact opposite effect.
Getting into the office to news that Sam has decided to finally get off his ass and actually take his proper place in ENCOM nearly slays Junior, and he has to stop himself from groaning out loud while he watches Sam running about to sort things out, because it's not like Alan Bradley can do all of it for him and be everywhere.
It's when Junior is trying to slip out to his office unnoticed, the corridor otherwise empty, that he hears a door open and Sam's voice calls out behind him, "Hey, Junior! My place, seven tonight!"
He doesn't answer, or turn around, but Junior does grin to himself, and when seven rolls around, he makes certain to be standing outside Sam's apartment cum storage container, biting back another grin as he watches the motorcycle pull up.
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I love this so much. Junior's fantasy is super hot and, sidenote, I totally love the term "wank fodder."
You did a marvelous job with my little prompt, and I bow to your awesomeness.
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Ahaha, I was a little worried about using "wank fodder" because it seems such a Britishism to me, so I'm glad you liked it anyway. :D
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Enjoyed it very much!
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