by Celia Styles
“How did you two get together?” whe asked.
Brandon smiled, leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. “We were working together on lines during pre-production of the first season. And we hated each other. We could not stand to be in the same room together, let alone work together. He thought I was too cocky, and I thought he was too laid back. We didn't really see eye to eye. One night, I was working on my lines in my trailer when he burst in on me and demanded that I work with him.” He looked at Joanna and smirked, “As you may have noticed, I am not one to be told what to do.”
Joanna smiled and bit her lip at the memory of his rough hands on her body as he speared her over and over again with his thick, twitching cock. He must have known the direction of her thoughts, but he kept going anyway.
“We ended up fighting, and when I got him on the floor I just… lost control. I didn’t accept that I was bisexual at that point, but all I knew was that I wanted this man. I wanted to be inside of him, and I wanted to be in control of him. Garrett knew he was bisexual, though, and was very much on board when I told him that I was going to fuck him into submission. I was very into BDSM then, and I still am now. I love to tie him up and use pain and pleasure against him.” Brandon reached down and wrapped his hand around Garrett’s cock. Garrett smiled and leaned his head back, letting his boyfriend stroke him slowly from head to base.
“I tied him up so that he would not be able to move and I first used my fingers to stretch him out, just to make sure I would be able to fit in that tight ass.” It was obvious that he was now talking to Garrett, quickening his hand as it pumped the head of his cock. “And when I was satisfied, I slid a butt plug into him, watching it move as he clenched around it. Then I straddled his head and put my cock as far down his throat as I could.”
Joanna’s food was forgotten. She was sitting on the couch with her legs wide apart, watching as Garrett began to stroke Brandon’s cock in return. She fingered her pussy, loving the squelching sound that her wetness made.
Garrett spoke this time, eyes closed and head still leaning on the back of the couch. “And I loved it. I loved being dominated by such a stud. I loved the way he made me scream for him. I loved the girth of him down my throat. It was like I was granted a wish I didn’t know that I made.”
Brandon opened his eyes and looked at Joanna, “Come here, Joanna.”
She quickly crawled forward and he directed her to kneel in front of Garrett.
“Make my man feel good, Joanna. Make my man happy.”
Joanna did not hesitate to lunge forward and take his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard, bobbing her head as fast as she could, being edged on by his moaning and thrusting. She groaned around his girth when she felt Brandon enter her dripping pussy from behind. He pumped into her steadily, not overworking her already well-used pussy, but still causing her orgasm to build. The closer to orgasm she was pushed, the more wildly she sucked Garrett’s cock. She had a feeling that if Garrett didn’t come, she wouldn’t be allowed to, either.
And she wanted more than anything to come on Brandon’s cock right then.
She felt Garrett stiffen under her, and she pressed her head forward, taking him deep into her throat as he came. She swallowed it down and almost choked when her own orgasm hit, triggering Brandon to burst inside of her.
She looked up into Garrett’s satisfied face and smiled at him. Never would she have thought that she would be where she was at that moment: fucking the two most perfect men on the planet while the show they starred in played in the background. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought to put herself into one of her stories, but at that moment, it was quite clear that there was a whole new world of imagination that she could explore with her words.
Once they were settled back into the couch and watching TV, cuddled together in a mass of naked limbs and genitalia, Joanna thought to ask the question that had popped into her head only moments before.
“Can I write your story? Can I write about how you two became a couple?”
Brandon frowned and looked at her. Garrett’s expression was quite similar. “We aren’t out, Joanna. No one can know about this. Part of our contracts with Hunters is that we stay single as part of our image.”
Joanna sat up and shook her head wildly, eyes alight with excitement. “No one needs to know it is real! I have written a lot of stories about Fin and Duncan, no one would suspect that this particular one is true. But maybe one day when you do come out, you will be able to point to the story and avoid answering a lot of questions.”
Garrett raised an eyebrow. “This is for us, is it?”
Joanna laughed and shrugged. “And for me. Guys, that whole bondage, BDSM thing is really hot, and I am going to end up writing something similar anyway.”
They looked at each other before looking back at Joanna with the same blank expression on their faces. She got a little nervous that they were going to say no, but when Garrett smiled and nodded, she cheered and clapped her hands together.
“Yes, you can write it. As long as it stays fictionalized and it is about Fin and Duncan, not Brandon and Garrett.”
Joanna leaned forward and kissed him soundly on the mouth, happier than ever to be where she was at the moment. “I can’t believe that I am here right now,” She laughed incredulously.
Garrett laughed and kissed her mouth before leaning back and pulling her across his and Brandon’s laps.
“Believe it, powder puff,” he told her, “You won us over the moment you started rambling about why erotica saved your life.”
Joanna blushed. “Yeah, I like to ramble. Most of the time, I overshare. I can’t really help it.”
Brandon laughed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her legs closer to him where they lay across his lap.
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Exactly twenty-four hours and eight rounds of rough sex later, after Garrett and Brandon brought Joanna back home Joanna sat at her laptop with a sultry smile on her face. She moved her hair out of her eyes and placed her fingers to the keyboard, beginning the story of the two deepest lovers she had ever met.
The hate they felt for one another was bested by nothing short of Zeus’s own mighty thunderbolts. But neither of them could deny the sex that filled the air every time they were in a room together.
Joanna smiled to herself. This was going to be her best story yet.
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[Author1]Oh my god, this is a fanfiction of Supernatural! Hahahaha, I love it!
