Title: Comes With The Service

Author: BipolarMolar

OK. I was on Google, searching for Bralker fanfiction to see if other people are writing it, and, on Tumblr, someone lamented the fact that they can't find any. Obviously, they haven't seen the Bralker work on this site- anyway, they said they had an idea for a fic (and I have to admit, it was a good idea. Remove all spaces for link)

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I don't know if prolificallyporny would like this thing I wrote for her/him, but I can't contact them because I don't own a computer and the public ones won't let me access tumblr, I only found this by using my phone. If someone could just alert her/him to the link to this page, that would be so lovely of you, if you have a tumblr account as I'd hate to think of writing this and the person it's intended for doesn't know it exists.

Let's get this show on the road.

Walker approached the door of Brendan's office, his hand hovering, ready to knock. Before he could move, a loud cry tore through the air, stopping him in his tracks. He was still for only a second, as he threw himself into the room to find the source of the rather worrying disturbance.

His brain seemed to freeze, or jam. Like the needle of a record player stuck in a groove, he watched Joel's head bobbing between Brendan's legs, his mind blank.

Then it clicked…ah. Joel was giving Brendan a blow job, a good one too if the Irishman's moans and cursing was anything to go by. Brendan's eyes were closed, his lisp parted and teeth showing as he grated out expletives like Joel was personally offending him.

"Feck, Joel…come on, keep up the pace…bollocks, that's good…"

Walker raised an eyebrow as Brendan's eyes shot open. "With all the booze you drink, Brendan, that thing should taste of champagne by now." He had the satisfaction of seeing Joel gag around Brendan's cock, struggling to get to his feet as he became aware of Walker's presence. Brendan, with his usual confidence, a confidence that lingered on disinterested, roughly grabbed a hold of Joel's head, forcing his face back down to Brendan's crotch. "Shh, don't squirm. And did I say you could stop?" Joel recoiled, so the Irishman grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging it carelessly. "Get back to work." He snapped at the boy, so Joel reluctantly resumed his services, so that for a few seconds all that could be heard in the little room was the sloppy sucking sounds, and Brendan's throaty moans.

Walker felt a tell-tale heat, his flaccid dick twitching in interest and he tilted his head a fraction, watching Joel's pink, swollen lips tighten around Brendan's prick. Damn it, how did the man fit that into his slacks every day? He was enjoying the view, Brendan's head hitting the wall behind him, the harsh lamplight throwing his strong, stubble-coated jaw into sharp relief. The man's moans were growing deeper, more urgent and guttural, so Walker dragged his attention away from the boy for a few precious seconds.

"May I ask why he's doing that?"

"He works for me, all part of the service."

Walker nodded. He slowly let out a breath, taking in the sight of the two men. Brendan fucked a man's mouth just as Walker would have thought; impatient and dominant. Joel's short hair was trapped between long, flexing fingers as Brendan thrust into Joel's mouth and throat, the Irishman's eyes and his teeth showing. Joel's hands were scrabbling on Brendan's bare thighs, desperately trying to hold on as his mouth was attacked by the hard length.

Walker drew closer, like a curious child, smiling knowingly as Joel flushed in embarrassment at the Englishman's close proximity. He let his eyes slide over the scene appreciatively; what Joel lacked in talent, he certainly made up for in enthusiasm. And kudos to him for managing not to suffocate as Brendan's thick cock pounded into him again and again, hitting the back of his throat. Walker's smile widened- now, if he had that boy, pretty lips so willing on his cock, he wouldn't rush through it like bull-headed Brendan, he'd make it slow, make it last. Encouraging the teen with whispered compliments, he'd massage his head as he'd push into the man's mouth with long, deep thrusts. He tried to imagine blowing Brendan, his knees would ache from the hard floor, his hair would be tugged and twisted by Brendan's fingers, as his mouth was filled. True, the thought of tasting Brendan on his lips and tongue was making him hot, his rapidly hardening dick aching in his jeans, but he couldn't visualise Brendan treating him this way. It wasn't because he couldn't picture Brendan wanting to treat someone like that (that image was too clear in his mind) but Walker simply couldn't see himself as allowing another man to manhandle him like that. Although the idea of Brendan's salty cum spilling not his tongue appealed to him, the idea of being forced onto his penis held no pleasure.

Brendan came with a grunt, his hips arching as he came in Joel's mouth. Joel's wince was obvious; clearly, he didn't like the taste of a man's semen. What's not to like? Walker wondered. Brendan tore his hands from Joel's hair, leaning on the desk. Walker decided it was time to go, promptly turning and pulling open the door, closing it behind him with his hip as he vacated the room. Later, as he lay in bed, his trousers and shirt twin tangles a the foot of his bed, and his hand between his legs, it wasn't the thought of a woman that made him gasp, biting his own pillow to smother his moans, as he brought himself to climax, it was the thought of Brendan and Joel, in that dinghy little room.

I've written the second and final chapter, just need to type it up and upload it. Enjoy.