Shai’s Story

[shaiguy1980]

In Briefs - Chapter Five: Vaulted Desires

The air was cool and sharp as Daniel stalked down the sidewalk, fury pulsing just beneath his skin.

How fast things turned. How fast Adrian flipped that switch.

He’d been undressed in Adrian’s office just twelve hours ago. Now he was disposable. Just another mistake.

He turned a corner and saw it — a glow of red neon against brick: Vault. A gay bar he hadn’t been to in years.

He hesitated for half a breath.

And then walked in.

Adrian sat in his living room, the case file open on his lap — and absolutely unread.

He stared at his phone.

Then finally, with a breath he didn’t want to take, he called Daniel.

Straight to voicemail.

The tone beeped.

“Daniel… hey. Look, I’m—” He rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry. About what I said. About how I said it. You didn’t deserve that.”

He paced his apartment, voice low. “You just… got too close. Too fast. And I panicked. That’s not an excuse, but it’s the truth.”

A pause.

“And… for what it’s worth, I’ve been thinking about those briefs all day. The black ones. The ones I peeled off you with my teeth.”

Another pause. His voice cracked slightly. “Call me back.”

He hung up, phone still in hand, like it might buzz and fix everything.

It didn’t.

Vault pulsed with bass and bodies — men packed wall to wall, some grinding in rhythm, others leaning into dim corners for secrets whispered against skin. It was the kind of place where you went to forget. And Daniel needed to forget badly.

He slid up to the bar, still vibrating from the fight with Adrian. From the voicemail. From everything he wasn’t ready to unpack.

“You drink like a man trying to shut something off,” a voice said beside him.

Daniel turned.

The guy was tall, broad-shouldered, handsome in a way that felt classic — clean lines, quiet strength, the type of man who carried himself like a calm storm. His t-shirt clung in all the right places, and those jeans were slung low and worn soft. Something about him felt… familiar. Not quite déjà vu, but enough to make Daniel’s brow twitch with curiosity.

“I could say the same about you,” Daniel replied, eyeing the man’s untouched tequila.

The guy smiled, slow and warm, and extended a hand. “No names?”

Daniel hesitated a beat, then grinned. “Sure. Call me… West.”

The guy nodded. “Alright, West. I’m Logan.”

“Logan,” Daniel repeated, liking the way it sounded. “Let me guess. Cowboy by day, heartbreaker by night?”

Logan laughed, low and genuine. “Not quite. But I do like horses.”

“I bet you do.”

They clinked glasses, and Daniel caught a glimpse of skin where Logan’s shirt rode up — a flash of hip, the curve of a waistband. Not boxers. Not briefs.

A jockstrap.

Of course.

Logan must’ve seen him look, because his smile tilted into something mischievous. “You gonna ask?”

Daniel swirled his drink. “No need. I already know.”

Logan leaned in a little. “Is that why you’re still standing here?”

“It’s one reason,” Daniel murmured. “That and… something about you feels familiar.”

Logan arched a brow. “Bad familiar or good familiar?”

Daniel shrugged, watching him. “The kind of familiar that makes me want to find out what you look like under better lighting.”

Logan chuckled, resting his elbow on the bar, casual but coiled. “What do you do, West?”

“Let’s just say I wear suits, lie convincingly, and try not to get caught.”

Logan let that hang in the air for a moment. “Spy?”

“Worse.”

“Politician?”

“Even worse.”

Logan laughed again, the kind of laugh that made Daniel feel unreasonably warm. “You’re trouble.”

“So are you. But you’re quieter about it.”

Logan’s eyes sparkled. “Something equally scandalous,” he replied. “Let’s just say I wear a tie during the day, and considerably less at night. What if I told you I was only wearing a jockstrap tonight because I didn’t want panty lines?”

Daniel coughed on his drink. “Jesus.”

“Too honest?”

“Not at all.” Daniel leaned in, the edge of his knee brushing Logan’s. “You’re a little dangerous.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

A beat.

“Dance with me? But I should warn you, I get handsy when I dance.” Logan asked, holding out a hand.

Daniel took it.

[shaiguy1980]

In Briefs - Chapter Four: Exhibit A

Back in the conference room, the thick case file sat between them like a loaded weapon.

Adrian flipped it open with surgical precision, already skimming the summary sheet. His jaw tightened as he scanned the key points.

“Helix Biotech manipulated efficacy data on three major drug trials,” he muttered. “Garza was their lead researcher. She’s got digital records, internal memos, backup copies, and two junior employees ready to testify.”

Daniel leaned in, eyes wide. “This is huge.”

“It’s a career-maker,” Adrian said flatly. “For whoever wins.”

Daniel glanced at the list of exhibits. “172?” He whistled low. “Judge Withers is going to throw a gavel at our heads.”

Adrian was already making notes. “Then we better make sure he’s aiming at the other side.”

Daniel watched him scribble for a beat before clearing his throat.

“So… about last night.”

Adrian didn’t look up. “We’re not talking about it.”

“It kind of feels like we should,” Daniel said carefully. “Considering you shoved me against your desk and made me—”

“It was a mistake,” Adrian said sharply.

Daniel froze. “Wow.”

Adrian set down his pen, eyes still glued to the file. “It can’t happen again. You know that.”

Daniel sat back in his chair. “Do I? Because it didn’t seem like you were thinking about policy when you had my shirt halfway off.”

Adrian finally looked at him — cool, unreadable, and every bit the lawyer who had never once lost control in a courtroom.

“This case is bigger than both of us. Bigger than whatever... lapse in judgment that was.”

Daniel’s stomach twisted. “A lapse. Got it.”

Adrian turned back to the file. “Focus on the deposition schedule. We’ve got four days before the hearing. That’s all that matters.”

Daniel didn’t say anything else.

But as he looked at Adrian — laser-focused, guarded, emotionally locked — a quiet part of him already knew: he was in deeper than he’d planned.

And Adrian? He wasn’t just shutting the door on what happened between them.

He was bolting it shut.

Daniel slammed the exhibit list onto the table.

“You know what? Screw the case for a second.”

Adrian didn’t even flinch. “We don’t have a second to screw. Not anymore.”

Daniel stood, pacing. “You keep saying it was a mistake like you tripped and fell into my mouth.”

Adrian’s jaw clenched. “We’re not doing this.”

“You mean being honest? Or just being human?”

Adrian looked up, cold steel in his voice. “You think I got where I am by being sentimental?”

Daniel stared at him, heart hammering. “I think you’re scared. And that’s pathetic for someone who supposedly owns every room he walks into.”

A beat. Adrian stood slowly, matching Daniel’s energy now, like they were inches from a courtroom throwdown.

“You want honesty? Fine.” His voice dropped. “You’re reckless. You flirt in meetings, you mouth off to partners, and you make everything about sex.”

Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “And you only want me when it’s behind closed doors and no one’s looking.”

The silence was a punch.

“I need to get out of here,” Daniel muttered, grabbing his jacket.

“Fine,” Adrian said tightly, refusing to follow. “Run.”

Daniel turned in the doorway. “You don’t even care that I’m leaving, do you?”

Adrian didn’t answer.

Daniel scoffed and walked out.

[shaiguy1980]

In Briefs - Chapter Three: Discovery

The morning after didn’t feel like regret.

Daniel was leaning against Adrian’s office doorframe, coffee in hand, tie undone, watching Adrian wrestle with cufflinks like he hadn’t just wrecked him twelve hours earlier.

“You know,” Daniel drawled, “for someone so controlling in court, you sure lose your coordination when someone’s on their knees.”

Adrian shot him a warning look. “You’re still here?”

Daniel smirked. “Don’t pretend you didn’t leave your door unlocked on purpose.”

Adrian finished buttoning his shirt, cool as ever. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I wasn’t. I was complimenting you.” Daniel took a slow sip of coffee. “You’re very… persuasive.”

Adrian crossed the room, adjusting his cuff. “You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are.”

Daniel leaned closer. “But I am exactly as flexible as you think I am.”

Adrian paused, mouth twitching, and leaned in just enough to graze Daniel’s tie knot. “Get out of my office.”

Daniel grinned and took a step back—just as both their phones buzzed.

[VICTORIA]: My office. Now.

Three seconds later: [VICTORIA]: I said NOW.

Daniel blinked. “Was that… capital letters?”

Adrian was already grabbing his jacket. “Shit.”

Ten minutes later, her door slammed shut behind them like the start of a trial.

Victoria Knox didn’t look up. She kept scribbling notes in the margins of a brief, eyes hidden behind rimless glasses that could cut steel. She finally spoke without looking at them:

“Are you two sleeping together?”

Daniel choked. Adrian didn’t move a muscle.

“Because,” she continued calmly, “I don’t care, unless it affects the outcome of this case. And if it does, you’ll both be lucky to be disbarred in the same state.”

Adrian cleared his throat. “Understood.”

Victoria looked up now, her stare blistering. “Garza v. Helix Biotech. Corporate fraud. Billion-dollar implications. Judge Withers, who hates attorneys and brunch. You’re lead and co-counsel. I want filings on my desk by Thursday and preliminary discovery requests drafted by morning.”

Daniel blinked. “Wait—we’re—”

She cut him off with a raised brow. “If this case tanks, I’ll have you reassigned to the Fresno office, defending oil companies and fending off locusts.”

A long pause.

“Yes, ma’am,” Daniel muttered.

“Good,” Victoria said, already back to her brief. “Now get out. Go be brilliant. Or go down in flames — either way, I want a show.”

They turned to leave. At the door, Victoria added without looking up: “And boys?”

They froze.

“Keep the underwear out of discovery.”

[shaiguy1980]

In Briefs - Chapter 2 Conflicts of Interest

Morning light spilled through the frosted glass walls of Adrian’s office, casting soft halos around the clutter of last night — the half-empty scotch tumbler, two wrinkled dress shirts draped over the couch, and a faint imprint of someone’s back against the glass where things had gotten... enthusiastic.

Adrian stood at his desk, buttoning a fresh shirt, looking as calm and polished as ever. The only giveaway was the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Daniel appeared in the doorway, holding two coffees and trying not to look smug. His suit was sharp — black with a subtle charcoal pinstripe — but Adrian’s eyes drifted lower. The memory of Daniel in nothing but a tight pair of deep blue boxer briefs, that teasing little smile on his lips, and Adrian’s own hands gripping his waist, was fresh. Too fresh.

“You left early,” Adrian said without looking up.

“Didn’t want to push my luck,” Daniel replied, setting the coffee down. “Besides, I have a deposition this morning. And a... reputation to protect.”

Adrian quirked a brow. “Is that so?”

Daniel took a step closer. “Unless you want everyone to know that the reason you kept me late last night had nothing to do with litigation strategy.”

Adrian leaned in, voice low. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Daniel's grin widened. “Then fire me.”

Adrian didn’t. Couldn’t. Instead, he stepped in, his breath brushing Daniel’s ear. “You think you're the first associate who's tried to seduce their way up the ladder?”

Daniel didn’t flinch. “No. But I plan to be the last.”

They were close again. Too close. Adrian’s hand found Daniel’s tie, tugging just enough to remind him who was still technically in charge.

Before they could kiss, a knock broke the tension.

The door cracked open, and a third voice chimed in — sharp and cold. Victoria Knox. Senior partner. Ice queen. Rumor had it she’d once made a witness cry during a deposition with nothing but a raised eyebrow.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something,” she said, eyes flicking between them with laser precision.

Daniel straightened. Adrian turned back to his desk, all business again.

“Of course not,” Adrian said smoothly. “We were just going over case prep.”

“Good. Because if either of you plans to be part of the Garza trial team, I suggest you start thinking with the head that gets you wins — not trouble.”

She shut the door behind her, heels clicking away like gunshots.

Daniel exhaled.

Adrian gave him a sidelong look. “Well. That’s one way to get caught with your pants on.”

Daniel chuckled, then murmured, “You still have mine in your drawer, by the way.”

Adrian opened the drawer with a smirk. A very familiar pair of deep blue boxer briefs peeked out from the top folder

[shaiguy1980]

In Briefs - A Lawyer Story

Chapter One: After Hours

The Los Angeles skyline glowed behind the towering glass of Marston & Vale LLP. It was nearly midnight, and most of the city had tucked itself into bed — except for Adrian Reyes.

Adrian — sharp-jawed, calm-eyed, and always in control — was a partner on the rise. His tailored charcoal suits, slicked-back hair, and reputation for delivering wins in the courtroom made him one of the firm’s brightest stars. But tonight, the jacket was off. His black henley clung to him like a second skin as he stood alone in his office, sleeves pushed up, reviewing briefs that had nothing to do with the ones he was currently thinking about.

The door creaked.

Enter Daniel Park — fresh-faced associate, ambitious, and just a little too cocky for his own good.

“I figured you’d still be here,” Daniel said, biting his lip as he held up a manila envelope. “You left this in the conference room.”

Adrian didn’t move. “You could’ve emailed it.”

Daniel stepped in and closed the door. “I could’ve. But I figured we should talk… about earlier.”

Earlier. That heated moment during a deposition when Adrian had pressed Daniel too hard — professionally. But there had been tension that wasn’t legal, and they both knew it.

“I crossed a line,” Adrian said quietly, voice low and rough. “I’m your superior. I should’ve—”

“You should’ve done this,” Daniel interrupted, crossing the room, pulling Adrian into a kiss.

Adrian resisted for half a second. Then gave in.

The man who commanded courtrooms with just a glance was now surrendering to something far more primal. Daniel’s hands were bold — running under the henley, fingertips grazing Adrian’s abs, feeling the muscles clench at his touch.

Adrian broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over his head. His chest was sculpted, the product of discipline and stress relief in the form of early morning gym sessions. Daniel ran a hand down from his collarbone to the waistband of his slacks, which had suddenly become uncomfortably tight.

“You always look so composed,” Daniel said, admiring the view. “But I knew there had to be something underneath.”

Adrian gave a smirk. “Want to see what’s under these briefs too?”

Daniel dropped to his knees.

And in that late-night office — behind locked doors and reinforced glass — the partner and the associate explored a different kind of legal entanglement, one that would never show up in court documents.

[bebx]

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[willkaplanxxx]

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[rahn-stoppable]

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[californiadreamboy]

Me sitting in my car:

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[nastydaddy2]

Dec 17

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[lightsalott]

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As the holiday season once more approaches, I feel it appropriate to bring this back around.  

[thepupupthere]

Today is December 1st, which means it’s time for everyone to have a Happy Holiday season.

[shaiguy1980]

I feel we are all this woman 😂

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[shaiguy1980]

Saturday mornings