Reward
by Gail (gem225@hotmail.com)
JAG, but really DAG, my AU version of it
Bud Roberts/Clayton Webb/Clark Palmer and all permutations thereof
Rating: adult
Bud does a good job and gets a hell of a reward for it. A PWP.
Another part of the DAG (Devil's Advocate General) series, which isn't exactly organized, but then, neither is DAG.
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me, but they're certainly not the same as they are on the show.
Please do not archive this story without asking me first. It's more than likely that I'll agree, but I want to know where my stories are.
Warnings: threesome, as in menage a trois.
Thanks to Tinnean and Scarlet for encouraging me. Tinnean also beta'd. The story's still my fault. :-)
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"Bud."
Bud Roberts looked up from his work to see Clayton Webb, one of the senior partners of Devil's Advocate General, or DAG, smiling at him. He smiled back.
"Yes, Clay?"
"Good work on the Pellew case."
"Thank you." Bud's cock was stirring at the promise in Webb's eyes. Doing good work led to rewards.
"You're not doing anything important now, are you?" Of course Webb knew what he was doing. He knew what everyone did, just as the other senior partner, Clark Palmer, did.
"Nothing that can't wait." Bud reached for the mouse to close the program.
"Good. Get some coffee and come into my office."
Webb turned and headed back to his office, and Bud stood, picking up his mug as he did. It was after lunch, so it was time for decaf.
He got his coffee and passed through the common area on his way to Webb's office, and he smiled to see Harriet sitting on a couch with Victor Galindez's arm around her and his lips on her neck. She blew him a kiss, and he returned it and kept going. He'd hear about her day later, and she'd hear about his.
Webb's door was open, so Bud walked in and shut the door behind him. Webb's smile was cool and hungry, and Bud shifted from one foot to the other. His cock was hard, and he wanted to find out what the senior partner was going to do with him. Was going to do for him.
Webb motioned to him to come over to the desk. When he did, Webb took his mug from him and put it down, then undid his pants. Bud watched with wide eyes as the senior partner pulled out his short, thick cock and started jerking him off. Webb knew what Bud liked and how to do it, and Bud was soon moaning and grabbing at the desk to stay upright.
"Do you want more, Bud?" Webb licked his lips, and Bud knew it was for his benefit. Webb's eyes were gleaming too much for it not to be.
"Yeah, Clay. Please." Bud's hips were jerking, even though he was trying not to thrust, and his face was flushed.
Webb ran his thumb over the purple head of Bud's cock, and Bud let out an anguished moan. "What do you want, Bud? Tell me. I hope you want it from me." Webb's voice was full of a smooth promise that made Bud's breathing even more shallow.
"I want you."
"Good. Do you want my mouth?" He licked his lips again, lingering this time on his lower lip, and Bud couldn't take his eyes off it. "My ass?" Bud groaned, and Webb laughed softly. "It's been a while since I had that thick cock of yours in my ass. You like the idea of fucking me?" He ran his thumb over the head again. "The last guy to fuck me was Clark. I'm sure you could do a better job than he did. He only lasted a couple of minutes. I was disappointed in him."
Bud had given up trying to keep still and was moaning through gritted teeth. "I can't," he moaned again as Webb pumped his cock, then stopped, "can't criticize Clark's technique."
"Why not? I just did."
"Please, Clay, do something." Webb had something he wanted, but Bud was too hot to figure it out or even care.
There was the sound of a door shutting quietly, and Webb glanced up and let go of Bud's cock. "I thought that would get you in here."
Bud groaned again at that. He knew who was there.
Palmer crossed the room and gave Webb a mocking look. "Don't leave Bud hanging, Clay. He's a good guy." He came up behind Bud and reached around to take the other man's cock in his strong fingers and pump it, and supported Bud's body when it leaned back into his. "Yeah, Bud, I'll get you off."
"You will?" Webb's voice had as much mockery as Palmer's. "I thought I was doing that."
"Could have fooled me, and I'll bet Bud, too." He nibbled on Bud's ear. "Or you can have Clay's ass. Let's show him how good you are. He's full of himself today, but I know you can get him begging." Palmer's hand slid down to the base of Bud's cock and squeezed. "Fuck Clay for me." He pushed his crotch into Bud's ass, and Bud could feel how hard he was. "I'll watch and do whatever you tell me to."
"Yeah. Oh, yeah." This was a reward. Clark Palmer didn't take orders from anyone other than Webb too often, and no one in DAG had figured out how that worked, although people had tried. Bud had given up, deciding that it only mattered that Palmer and Webb knew. It was their game.
"You've managed to surprise me, Clark. I thought you'd want to fuck Bud while he fucked me."
That idea sounded good to Bud, who groaned once again. Palmer laughed and licked his neck. "If that's what Bud wants, sure, but after your comment about my abilities, I'm sure no one here will want me to fuck them, ever."
"You know better. Cut it out, Clark. Bud? Want me to strip and get ready for you?" Webb was standing, and Bud thought about pulling him over for a kiss and more, but the offer was too tempting.
"Do it."
He thought for a moment that Webb wouldn't do it, but the senior partner nodded. "Give me some room."
Palmer pulled Bud back a few steps back, and Webb took off his suit jacket, then reached for his tie and loosened it.
"Just the pants, Clay, no need to waste time." Palmer squeezed Bud's cock again at the base. "All right with you?"
"I want him stripped, and I want to fuck him." Bud was panting and couldn't stop. He was going to get to fuck Clayton Webb.
"Move it, Clay."
Webb kicked off his shoes, undid his pants, and got out of them. His cock was hard and standing up, and Bud's eyes went to it and lingered. "You could suck him off," Bud said hoarsely as Webb took off his shirt. "Would you, Clark?"
"Yeah, I'll do that. Your game, Bud. That what you want?"
"Yeah." He wanted it a lot.
"Let me get him ready for you, and watch you fuck him a little while, then I'll get on my knees for Clay."
Bud saw Webb's eyes gleam at that, and smiled. That was certainly something Webb wanted.
"I'd get on my knees for you, but you want Clay's ass. Can't say I blame you."
Bud took a breath and moved away from Palmer, and Palmer let him go. "Hands on the frame, Clay." He motioned to a sturdy metal contraption that had all kinds of bars at different heights.
Webb had his socks off now and went over to the frame, put his hands on one of the bars, spread his legs, and braced himself for Bud's entry. Then Bud nodded at Palmer, who grinned and picked up a bottle of lube that was out on the desk, and squeezed some out over Webb's hole, quickly. Webb made a harsh sound and pushed back into the touch before Palmer took his hand away.
"All yours, Bud. Make him beg to come. Clay's a little too proud for my tastes these days. Next he'll think he's the boss of me."
Webb laughed, but Bud heard a desperateness in it. "Who was it begging me yesterday to fuck him harder?"
"Sure I did, and so did Mac, and Vic, and probably Harriet if that smile I saw was any indication. But you need to know what it's like to be fucked. You need it, Clay, even if you won't admit it." Palmer motioned Bud over behind Webb.
"I want it."
Bud pushed his cock against Webb's hole, and Webb groaned.
"You need it," Palmer whispered. "Fuck him, Bud. Show him he needs cock just as much as we do."
Bud made one long smooth push into Webb's ass, and Webb made another harsh noise and took it. Bud thrust in and out, and Palmer watched, then Bud looked over at Palmer, and Palmer nodded and slid to his knees and got Webb's cock in his mouth. There was sweat on all of them, sweat that Bud wanted to lick off of Webb's back, and did. He fucked Webb harder as Palmer sucked all of Webb's cock in and fisted his own cock. Webb shook and made more harsh noises that sounded desperate.
Then Bud stopped, and at the same moment Palmer pulled his mouth off Webb, and Webb groaned.
"What the fuck!"
Bud panted, feeling more flushed than ever, with sweat running down his face, but he got words out. "Do you need me to fuck you?"
"God." Webb was panting, too. "Fuck me."
Palmer laughed. "Tell the man what he wants to hear, Clay, or he won't get you off. I sure won't get you off. We both know you need it." While Palmer talked, distracting Webb, Bud snapped cuffs around Webb's wrists. "Come on, Clay. We all know you need it. Tell him, and get it."
"Dammit!" Webb yanked at the cuffs, but then Palmer blew one careful puff of air over the head of his cock, and he groaned. "Dammit."
Bud rubbed the head of his cock over Webb's hole. "Do you need me to fuck you?" Webb panted and pushed back into Bud, but said nothing. "Or do you want to watch me fuck Clark?"
"I like that idea."
Bud smiled to himself and waited. He'd get to fuck someone.
"Shut up, Clark." Webb glared at Palmer, who chuckled and licked the head of Webb's cock with the tip of his tongue, swirling around it as though it were an ice-cream cone. Webb tried to thrust into Palmer's mouth, but Palmer pulled back, not letting him. "Dammit, Bud, fuck me." He panted. "I need you to fuck me."
Bud thrust back into Webb's ass as soon as he heard the admission. "Just like I need you and Clark to fuck me."
"That's right," Palmer purred and took Webb's cock back into his mouth and started pumping his own cock again.
Bud cried out and came in Webb's ass and rested and watched Palmer suck hard and happily on Webb's cock until Webb came.
This was a hell of a reward. And as Palmer stood, still hard, undid the cuffs, then reached for Bud, he realized that it wasn't over yet.
"Your turn, Bud," Palmer murmured and kissed him hard and swiftly, then positioned him on the frame. Bud could see that Webb had the bottle of lube and was squeezing some out. He shivered and spread his legs farther apart.
Life at DAG was good.
The End
Posted 5/8/02
