Short slashy pieces

Tight jeans—

“You should know better than to wear those tight jeans,”
Colby growled, shoving Charlie up against the tile wall and grinding his aching
cock against him.  “I couldn’t
concentrate at all.” 

“Maybe I did it on purpose,” Charlie gasped as Colby held
him against the wall of the handicapped stall in the FBI bathroom.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Colby pinned him there with one arm and
yanked open his own fly with his other hand.

“Trying to interfere with my job, hmm?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Colby said. 
“That’s a federal offense.”

Charlie’s eyes were dilated and his breathing fast.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “What’s the punishment?”

Colby grinned fiercely and pulled his hard cock out of his
pants. “Penis servitude.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  With one movement, he released Charlie from
the wall and pushed him to his knees. 
Charlie needed no encouragement to suck Colby’s cock into his
mouth.  Colby watched the lips that had
just been spouting fancy math formulas suck his throbbing cock in and out.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Charlie reached one hand down to free his own
cock, but Colby grabbed and held both Charlie’s hands prisoner while his mouth
did its job.  Charlie was going to have
to be aroused and uncomfortable for now. 
Colby had further plans for those tight jeans tonight.