Office Workout - B/J one shot for Kathleen's 7wildwaysup bday

[guavejuice]

Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 513
Beta:mander3_swish thank you so much darling for you extra speedy help!!
A/N: This one's for you, Kathleen. Have a great bday, darling!
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"Squeezing in time for the gym seems to get more difficult as we get older, doesn't it?" Ted points out as he hands Brian his third coffee that morning.

"Speak for yourself… Luckily, there are plenty of effective exercises you can do with all of the equipment you already have…" Brian answers back.

"Okay, I think that's verging into the 'Too Much Information' category, even for me."

"Relax, Theodore, I meant in your office. You've got all the tools you need to get toned while taking care of business. There’s no need to waste time changing into a t-shirt or driving to the local gym with these easy exercises," Brian announces as Ted gives him a puzzled look.

"Living with Justin all these years has finally rubbed off on you?" Ted responds playfully.

"Well… he had a great mentor," Brian answers in a low voice.

"What was that?" Ted asks. "I don't think I heard you very well."

"Never mind that. Let's take care of business." Brian pulls his lips inward and clears his throat.

"Speak of the devil" Brian smirks when he notices Justin entering Kinnetik.

Justin smiles back before stopping to chat briefly with Cynthia.

He's wearing baggy pants a carrying a huge ball under his arm when he enters Brian's off. "An exercise ball is a great alternative to a traditional chair. These balls nix passive sitting, make you aware of your posture, and even improve neuromuscular activity," Justin informs them.

He greets Ted with a nod and a smile. "And don't say anything naughty about it," he giggles.

"Who me"? Brian asks.

"Yes, you." He drops the ball and moves closer to Brian.

Ted coughs slightly and picks up his folders and laptop. "I'll let you boys get on with it," he says as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

"When you told me this morning I needed to have an office workout, I didn't think you'd be coming here," Brian whispers.

Justin reaches over, pulls Brian's dress shirt out of his pants, and loosens his tie. "Don't you know me by now?" he answers seductively.

"By the way… you don’t need an exercise ball in order to get a great workout. You can do it in your chair." He pushes Brian into his ergonomic black leather chair and bends down, gliding his fingers up and down every muscle of Brian's long lean legs.

"Both leg extensions and hip openers are possible. Indulge in daily leg extensions by sitting straight in the chair," he says, moving his fingers right to Brian's hips.

"Holding in your abs, and slowly lifting one leg horizontal and repeating. Three sets at 15 reps each will do the trick," he says as he unbuttons Brian's Armani dress shirt, sliding his hand across Brian's abs. "As long as you leave any other tricks out of it..." He stops mid-sentence.

"Hip flexation is another, similar exercise," he continues, unbuckling Brian's belt. "While maintaining proper posture, simply raise one foot off the ground about two inches and hold for five seconds." He demonstrates. Then he takes Brian's dark brown Gucci loafers and socks off. "Repeat this movement on the other side. If you want a little more resistance, consider bringing ankle weights… or anything else to the office.
He's getting down on his knees in front of Brian, slowly caressing the beautifully shaped bare feet, pressing the tender point just under the ankles. Brian moans and throws his head back against the chair.

"If push-ups aren’t your thing, your desk can help you." Justin lifts himself up. He pulls Brian off the chair, unzips his pants, and reaches out to cup his balls. Then he's gently but firmly tugging on Brian's charcoal colored pants to take them off, leaving Brian in his underwear.

"Angle your body diagonally to the floor and try a few sets of push-ups using your desk as a foundation. It’s easier on the joints than traditional push-ups and can easily be done in less than one minute. This exercise will also get you up and moving which is a must for desk jockeys."

Justin keeps talking while his skilled fingers go inside Brian's tight black briefs. "And I know you're quite a desk jockey, Mr. Kinney."

"Another option is chair squats." Justin seems amused. He positions himself on Brian's lap. Brian's full, erect cock is already leaking pre-cum.

"This will require a stable chair, so if yours has wheels, make sure you lock them first. Oh, and the door as well." He gets up and moves towards the door. Before he finds his way back to Brian, he kicks off his own baggy pants and t-shirt and leaves them on the floor.

"Scoot off the end of your chair, brace your hands on the edge of the seat, and dip down and back up," he says in a gravely voice, putting his hands on Brian's. They both let out a passionate sigh as Brian takes Justin in and they start rocking back and forth in perfect unison.

"It’s a great counter-exercise to push-ups and quickly gets the blood pumping," Justin whispers under his breath as he leans into Brian and press their lips together.

"Where is everybody?" Brian asks, out of breath, his hands running all over Justin's body from his shoulders to his butt cheeks.

"They're out for lunch, and since when do you care?" Justin asks as they pick up a more rapid pace, hanging onto each other, reaching their climax on Brian's ergonomic office chair.