|for redbrickrose - fic - The Things We Do For Revenge [Stockwell/Vance]
||[Mar. 31st, 2005|05:22 pm]
The Things We Do For Revenge|
Summary: Stockwell wants to talk to Brian and get him off the campaign but Vance wants him to earn it.
I'm not at all surprised when Stockwell calls me into my office at 1:15 am on a Tuesday night. I've been waiting for this for awhile now. The stakes are rising in the campaign and the tension between he and Brian is high, especially after the fiasco at the Gay and Lesbian Center this afternoon.
We walk into my office and I head straight for my supply of Scotch. I'm going to need it for this conversation. I sit in my chair and am blown away by what I hear Stockwell telling me. He thinks Brian is out to sabotage the campaign, that he's working against him. I swallow my drink quickly, taking in everything he is saying to me. He mentions something about the art intern, Justin Taylor. I try to put a face with the name and then I remember. Beautiful blond hair, gorgeous lips, a hot bubble butt. I have been trying to figure out how to get him to my place the whole time he's worked here. Even after I figured out that he and Brian had a history. That just made me try harder.
When I first took over the company, I had asked Brian if he was gay. He, of course, took my question the wrong way and replied with "It's true. But unless I'm fucking you, it's none of your business." Little did he know he had jumped to the wrong conclusion. I really just wanted to know if I could ever get him into bed. Brian prides himself on "never being wrong about a man he thinks is gay. He just thinks only hot men can suck cock. He is wrong about that though. I mean, I can't eat out a woman to save my life. Why do you think I've been divorced twice? But cock is like a four course meal.
I'm still thinking about Justin Taylor's ass after making a half-hearted comment about why Brian would do such a thing to Stockwell when a single sentence brings me out of my thoughts.
"Because he's a fag."
I think about this for a few seconds, finish my drink and then stand to get a refill. Stockwell isn't just talking business--it's personal now. And then I get it. He wants to fuck Brian, or have Brian fuck him. I smile to myself and make a show of refilling my drink.
"He's got too much invested in this campaign. This entire agency does. Why would he sabotage it?" As I play with my scotch bottle I begin forming a plan in my head. I can feel Stockwell's eyes staring at my back and I silently smile to myself. Unlike Brian, I am never wrong because I consider all options.
"All I know is I want him gone."
I walk over to Stockwell, drink in hand and reply "That might prove a bit difficult. You've referred to him in the press as the gay member of your team and as your close friend and personal advisor."
"One guess whose idea it was to do that."
We stare at each other, Stockwell firm and stoic, me trying not to show my excitement. I place a hand on his arm. "And what do you propose we do about this?"
For the first time since we've entered my office, Stockwell's head moves with his eyes. Right down to my hand, that was caressing his forearm.
"I'm not a fag."
I smile. "Of course not."
"I just want to go to his apartment."
"To fuck him?" I quirk my eyebrow. "I know you want to."
"To talk. I don't fuck men."
I continue smiling at him. "That will be hard since he doesn't give his address out to clients. Security reasons, you know."
Now I know I have backed him into a corner. "But you have it."
"Yes I do! But why would I want to share it with you?" I sit on the edge of my desk, smirking.
Stockwell seems to ponder this for a moment before slowly removing his coat. He takes a step towards me, then another and another. I'm full out grinning now. He runs his hands over my zipper and leans in close to my ear.
"I'm not a fag," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin, his hand unzipping my pants. Then he gets on his knees and starts to blow me. I place my hands on his head and guide him a little. Like I said, I'm never wrong.
"You may not be a fag but you sure suck cock like one." My head rolls back as I moan at the feeling of his moist tongue massaging the tip of my cock. It always amazes me what human beings will do for revenge.