Bruce Robertson & Brandon Sullivan
💋 NSFW ficlet and fan art 💋
So, I had this AU idea and I stole my friend’s drawing tablet… and this shit sorta happened. Yassss.
“Men’s Room”
The cold and dirty tiles pressed ruthlessly against his knees through his pants as he sat there on the floor in the toilet cubicle. With a slightly shaky hand he reached out, readying himself mentally as he wetted his lips. How had he ended up here? Like this? Shortly he glanced up to look at the man hiding behind the cubicle wall. Even though he couldn’t fully see him he could imagine his impatient facial expression and he thought he heard some annoyed mumblings coming from above. This was wrong. So wrong. Yet still the desire burned within him like an inextinguishable fire, its flames licking his insides and enveloping his mind in a lusty haze. And here he was on the restroom floor, about to wrap his lips around the detective sergeant’s throbbing cock, conveniently sticking out through the hole in the wall. Someone had given the cubicle a good bashing some time ago, and no one seemed to know why the hole hadn’t been fixed yet. But Bruce didn’t seem to waste any time using it to his advantage. And so, here they were. Just like last week and the week before that.
“Get on with it, will ye!” Bruce’s voice hissed from behind the wall, nudging the wall impatiently with his knee. Brandon almost jumped by the sudden outburst and even though his mind was protesting at some level, he found that his other hand was starting to make its way into his own pants. God, how he longed. For what exactly he wasn’t sure – all he knew was that he needed release.