This will seem a lot less random if you’ve seen Pirates of Silicon
Valley. The events described here never happened. At least, I hope to GOD they never did.
And yes, I do need a sound thrashing for even considering this, but it’s not entirely my fault… <evil glower> at the gal who inadvertently put this idea in my head… she knows who she is…
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Sick and Wrong
by
Dara S.
He walks into the office. The lights are off, which makes sense, since it’s the middle of the night. Seattle rain beats against the window, synchronizing eerily with the flicker of the screensaver on the computer monitor. The light from the screen washes over the pale skin of the man sprawled languidly across the desk.
He stops just inside the doorway and stands there, savoring the sight. Bill Gates, super genius, wonder boy of the software industry and president of one of the most powerful technology companies in the world. Bill Gates… naked.
He’s wanted this for so long… imagined those sensual lips caressing him, wanted to bury his fingers in that barely-subdued mop of hair, thought of getting those sensible, nerd-wear khaki pants off and disproving the cruel jokes about the company name once and for all.
Just the idea is making him hard, but this time he doesn’t have to
scurry out of the meeting room with a binder held strategically over his crotch. He steps forward, heart beating faster as Bill smiles at him.
He feels like he should say something as he approaches the desk, but he doesn’t want to ruin the serenity of the moment. Instead, he runs his hand lovingly down Bill’s body to rest on his hip, then leans down and kisses him.
It’s better than he ever dared imagine. Tangy, sweet, Bill’s own taste seasoned with Jolt cola. Bill’s tongue plays over his, skillfully,
knowingly. He savors the sensation and lets his hand slip down to the other man’s groin. Bill’s fingers find his, guiding him as he caresses the stiffening shaft. It’s intoxicating, feeling Bill get aroused for him. He suspects that his brain might just melt down if Bill touches him. It’s a risk he doesn’t mind taking.
His mouth leaves Bill’s, moving down to suck at his chin and nuzzle his throat. He nibbles at Bill’s collarbone, his hand still stroking the other man’s erection. His tongue laps at Bill’s chest, then licks downward over his belly. His own cock throbs as he thinks about tasting every inch of the most powerful man in the computer industry. A hungry sound somewhere between a moan and a purr escapes Bill’s lips as he nears ground zero.
He wants to hear more of that, wants to know what Bill says when he comes. As he brushes his lips over Bill’s hardness, he imagines hearing Bill call his name. He licks at the head, leans down to take the engorged member in his mouth…
"Ow!" Bill yelps when his overly-enthusiastic lover accidentally scrapes his sensitive flesh with sharp teeth. "This sex is crummy, Ballmer! Totally crummy!"
-the end, thank god-
BWAHAHAHAHA!!! If I have to live with that mental image, so do the rest of you! Ah, insanity loves company…
Tags: bill/steve b.
