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nanowrenlet) wrote2003-11-09 07:01 pm
nanowrenlet) wrote2003-11-09 07:01 pm
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Sex with Knox was easy. Not that Justin had ever had -any- trouble in that department, but this was... different. It wasn't hot-hard-hurry-hurry like getting blown by a trick in a bathroom stall at the museum. It wasn't like fucking in the back room, where the music was so loud and the room was so hot and steeped in the smell of sex that it felt like Babylon itself was calling the shots, telling you what to do.
It was easy and playful in a way that he and Brian had been at times, but without the undercurrent of yearning and raw need that thrummed under Justin's skin every time he was with Brian no matter -what- they did. It didn't demand anything from him, it just was what it was: a hot, slow fuck between friends. Justin decided on the spot -- on his knees at the edge of Knox's bed with Knox's cock in his ass and teeth in his shoulder -- that Brian's "no fucking your friends" rule was complete bullshit.
Knox brought him off first, tugging urgently at his dick and moaning encouragement. Justin gasped and shook as he came, and let Knox pull his hips back for another handful of short, sharp thrusts.
"Ohfuck... mmmmm." Knox practically purred his orgasm, and ran his hands over Justin's hips and the small of his back as he pulled out. "You've been holding out on me, Tiger."
Justin laughed, breathless and sated, and rolled over to look up at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Knox grinned and flopped down onto the bed next to him. "Just that. You're all soft-spoken and polite at work, I had no idea you'd be so hot in the sack."
Justin laughed again, and poked him in the ribs. "Guess I'm just full of surprises. Hey, can I bum a cigarette?"
"Ooooh, I see how you are. Ya let me fuck you, and now you think you can boss me around." Knox winked and got up in search of his pants. Justin launched a pillow at him, still giggling.
"Jerk."
"Yeah, but you like me anyway." He came back to bed with a pair of cigarettes hanging out of his mouth, lit them both and passed one to Justin.
Justin took a deep drag, and blew the smoke out into a plume over his head. "God, this is so nice."
"Yeah... it's been a while, huh?"
"Mmhm."
"Your guy must have been nuts to let you go."
Justin was silent for so long, chewing on his bottom lip and staring at the ceiling, that Knox started apologizing. "Hey, I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just kinda nosey like that. Feel free to tell me to fuck off."
Justin waved it off. "No, it's okay. He didn't... really have a choice, though. We didn't have a choice."
"That's harsh, man."
"Yeah. Sometimes life sucks that way, you know?"
"Mmm. Yeah, I know." Then Knox was all quiet, and Justin thought there must be a story there somewhere, too. He didn't push, and Knox didn't offer, so they just lay there side by side smoking until Knox spoke up again.
"So. Was this nice enough to do it again, sometime?"
That was a little alarming, Justin thought they'd settled this. Even if Justin hadn't still been completely, madly in love with another man, he was sure having an actual boyfriend would be against one of Rube's rules. "Knox, we aren't...."
"Hey, Sean." Knox rolled to face him, his eyes honest. "I promised, remember? No strings. If you don't want to, it's no big thing. We're still friends."
Justin considered his options. "And if I do want to... what are we, then?"
Knox pursed his lips, like he was mulling it over. "I believe the colloquial term is 'fuck buddies.'"
Justin couldn't help it, Knox looked so serious and it was so comical all at the same time, he broke up laughing. Knox acted horribly offended right up to the moment he started tickling Justin's ribs, at which point it was just all over. Justin's counterattack left them both giggly and tangled and breathless.
"Okay, okay... but if you start calling me 'Tiger' at work, we're gonna have problems."
"Ahhh, that's a deal." Knox tugged Justin's face down to his and they sealed it with a kiss. Then Justin caught a glimpse of Knox's alarm clock out of the corner of his eye and groaned.
"Crap, I gotta go. Things to do in the morning."
Knox nodded and let him up. "Can you get back from here okay?"
"Yeah, you're on my bus line. No worries." Justin grinned and started pulling on his clothes.
"Mmm, good. Hey, this weekend I'm going out to the 'rents, I'll bring my car back. Then I can do the gentlemanly thing," he waggled his eyebrows, which threatened to crack Justin up again, "... and offer you a ride home. And, maybe we can lure Eric away with the gang sometime. I think the kid needs to get -out-."
"You're probably right." Justin sat on the edge of the bed to pull his shoes on, and Knox curled around his back with a little sigh. "Gray and Curt aren't going to freak out about this, are they?"
Knox shrugged. "If we're not weird about it, why should they be? Nah, they're cool."
"Good." Dressed and ready, he twisted to look at his friend. "Thanks, Knox. For everything." He bent down to peck at his lips and got a smile in return.
"You're welcome. You be safe, and I'll catch you tomorrow."
Justin nodded. "See you then." He showed himself to the door, wiggled his fingers at Knox where he still lay naked on the bed, and headed home.
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It was easy and playful in a way that he and Brian had been at times, but without the undercurrent of yearning and raw need that thrummed under Justin's skin every time he was with Brian no matter -what- they did. It didn't demand anything from him, it just was what it was: a hot, slow fuck between friends. Justin decided on the spot -- on his knees at the edge of Knox's bed with Knox's cock in his ass and teeth in his shoulder -- that Brian's "no fucking your friends" rule was complete bullshit.
Knox brought him off first, tugging urgently at his dick and moaning encouragement. Justin gasped and shook as he came, and let Knox pull his hips back for another handful of short, sharp thrusts.
"Ohfuck... mmmmm." Knox practically purred his orgasm, and ran his hands over Justin's hips and the small of his back as he pulled out. "You've been holding out on me, Tiger."
Justin laughed, breathless and sated, and rolled over to look up at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Knox grinned and flopped down onto the bed next to him. "Just that. You're all soft-spoken and polite at work, I had no idea you'd be so hot in the sack."
Justin laughed again, and poked him in the ribs. "Guess I'm just full of surprises. Hey, can I bum a cigarette?"
"Ooooh, I see how you are. Ya let me fuck you, and now you think you can boss me around." Knox winked and got up in search of his pants. Justin launched a pillow at him, still giggling.
"Jerk."
"Yeah, but you like me anyway." He came back to bed with a pair of cigarettes hanging out of his mouth, lit them both and passed one to Justin.
Justin took a deep drag, and blew the smoke out into a plume over his head. "God, this is so nice."
"Yeah... it's been a while, huh?"
"Mmhm."
"Your guy must have been nuts to let you go."
Justin was silent for so long, chewing on his bottom lip and staring at the ceiling, that Knox started apologizing. "Hey, I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just kinda nosey like that. Feel free to tell me to fuck off."
Justin waved it off. "No, it's okay. He didn't... really have a choice, though. We didn't have a choice."
"That's harsh, man."
"Yeah. Sometimes life sucks that way, you know?"
"Mmm. Yeah, I know." Then Knox was all quiet, and Justin thought there must be a story there somewhere, too. He didn't push, and Knox didn't offer, so they just lay there side by side smoking until Knox spoke up again.
"So. Was this nice enough to do it again, sometime?"
That was a little alarming, Justin thought they'd settled this. Even if Justin hadn't still been completely, madly in love with another man, he was sure having an actual boyfriend would be against one of Rube's rules. "Knox, we aren't...."
"Hey, Sean." Knox rolled to face him, his eyes honest. "I promised, remember? No strings. If you don't want to, it's no big thing. We're still friends."
Justin considered his options. "And if I do want to... what are we, then?"
Knox pursed his lips, like he was mulling it over. "I believe the colloquial term is 'fuck buddies.'"
Justin couldn't help it, Knox looked so serious and it was so comical all at the same time, he broke up laughing. Knox acted horribly offended right up to the moment he started tickling Justin's ribs, at which point it was just all over. Justin's counterattack left them both giggly and tangled and breathless.
"Okay, okay... but if you start calling me 'Tiger' at work, we're gonna have problems."
"Ahhh, that's a deal." Knox tugged Justin's face down to his and they sealed it with a kiss. Then Justin caught a glimpse of Knox's alarm clock out of the corner of his eye and groaned.
"Crap, I gotta go. Things to do in the morning."
Knox nodded and let him up. "Can you get back from here okay?"
"Yeah, you're on my bus line. No worries." Justin grinned and started pulling on his clothes.
"Mmm, good. Hey, this weekend I'm going out to the 'rents, I'll bring my car back. Then I can do the gentlemanly thing," he waggled his eyebrows, which threatened to crack Justin up again, "... and offer you a ride home. And, maybe we can lure Eric away with the gang sometime. I think the kid needs to get -out-."
"You're probably right." Justin sat on the edge of the bed to pull his shoes on, and Knox curled around his back with a little sigh. "Gray and Curt aren't going to freak out about this, are they?"
Knox shrugged. "If we're not weird about it, why should they be? Nah, they're cool."
"Good." Dressed and ready, he twisted to look at his friend. "Thanks, Knox. For everything." He bent down to peck at his lips and got a smile in return.
"You're welcome. You be safe, and I'll catch you tomorrow."
Justin nodded. "See you then." He showed himself to the door, wiggled his fingers at Knox where he still lay naked on the bed, and headed home.
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