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nanowrenlet) wrote2003-11-18 11:19 pm
nanowrenlet) wrote2003-11-18 11:19 pm
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In hindsight, Justin maybe could have done something other than this. He talked Brian into taking a cab instead of trying to drive, and that wasn't too difficult, and maybe he -could- have walked Brian up to the door of the loft, made some stupid excuse and left him there to pass out in perfect safety, but Brian was all -over- him in the back seat of the cab and all they were missing was Michael's disapproving gaze in the rear view mirror. It was too much, and Justin was still a little high and way fucking horny, and whatever he -could- have done didn't matter when what he did do was ride up in the elevator with Brian's mouth attached to his neck, humping Brian's thigh and whimpering quietly into his hair.
Brian was whispering the dirtiest things against his skin, and the puffs of breath and brush of his lips made Justin shudder and Brian laughed a little, "You're really hot for it."
"S'been a while." Which was a total lie, but Justin could hardly tell him the truth, could he? 'It's you, Brian, I'm fixing to shoot in my pants because you're touching me again.'
Brian was still so fucking wasted, silly and loose and Justin had to take his keys away to get the door open and that wasn't the -first- night, it was one of their other nights and things were starting to sort of haze together in Justin's head. Brian caught him around the waist and bit the lobe of his ear and Justin shook violently, fuck! Brian cupped Justin's cock through his pants, pressing hard. "Want me to jack you? It'll take the edge off."
Justin couldn't make his voice work so he just nodded, and Brian spun him easily and started pushing him backwards and up the stairs towards the bed, grinning and making their clothes vanish in that way Brian had where he could just -do- things no one else knew how to do. Justin's skin flared and burned wherever Brian's hands brushed against it, and he couldn't take his eyes off him.
Then the edge of the bed was behind Justin's calves and he sat down, hard. Brian was on the bed with him in a flash, kneeling and grabbing at his legs, pulling him up onto Brian's thighs and into his lap, and when Brian's mouth came down over his Justin clung to him like he was afraid he'd vanish. Brian wrapped one arm around Justin's back and jacked him off slowly at first, like they had all the time in the world for kissing and fucking but Justin was still -so- close. When he started to shudder in Brian's lap Brian tipped him onto his back, pressed Justin down into the mattress with his weight on Justin's hips and a hand on his shoulder and studied Justin's face as he jerked his orgasm right out of him, hard and fast. Justin came staring up Brian hovering over him, eyes wide, mouth open and gasping, and when Brian smiled that stoned little smile of his Justin swallowed hard.
"You're hot when you come."
Justin licked his lips and whispered back, "You're beautiful."
That made Brian laugh, and then he was laying on top of Justin and kissing him again and still sort of petting his dick, and this was all beyond good and over into incredible, but Justin got it into his head suddenly that he needed to see Brian come. More than that, he needed to -make- him come, and he shifted and pushed and rolled Brian off of him and onto his back. Brian raised an eyebrow at him, curious. "Something you want?"
Justin had already started towards Brian's cock, and he only paused long enough to smile up the length of his body, cheeky. "Mmhmm. Why should you do all the work?"
Brian just laughed again, cradled the back of Justin's neck with his hand and let his head fall back onto the bed. He was always ridiculously easy when it came to blow jobs.
And Justin was ridiculously good at it. He took a certain pride in that, but he knew that it all came back to this man; Brian had -made- him, shaped him and taught him well and if this was the last time Justin would ever have Brian's cock in his mouth, he would fucking well make it count. He licked up the shaft and slid his mouth over and down, taking him right into his throat. That got him a surprised gasp, and Brian slid his hand up from Justin's nape and tangled his fingers into his hair, clutching and tugging. Justin was absurdly happy he'd let his hair grow out some because, God, that felt -good-, and he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard to make Brian pull on his hair again.
It was new and it was the same, the press of Brian's cock on his tongue and the stretch in his jaw familiar to him like oxygen was familiar. Justin knew how to make Brian gasp and tremble and moan, breathy and amazed, and Brian never groaned his climax with anyone else quite the way he did when Justin sucked him off. It always gave Justin a secret thrill and a spreading warmth in his belly, and as Brian unwound his fingers from Justin's hair and started to catch his breath Justin lifted his head to tell him so.
"God, I love wh-"
And it was gone. The memory he'd held in his mind not a moment ago swelled inside him like a rising soap bubble and -popped-, noiselessly if not painlessly. And was gone. Justin drew in a panicked breath and clutched at a fistful of bed sheet. He looked up, frightened and starting to shake because if Brian asked him what he'd been about to say, how could he explain to him that he didn't know anymore?
Only Brian hadn't heard a thing, because whatever he had drunk and whatever he had taken had finally caught up with him, and he had passed out cold.
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Brian was whispering the dirtiest things against his skin, and the puffs of breath and brush of his lips made Justin shudder and Brian laughed a little, "You're really hot for it."
"S'been a while." Which was a total lie, but Justin could hardly tell him the truth, could he? 'It's you, Brian, I'm fixing to shoot in my pants because you're touching me again.'
Brian was still so fucking wasted, silly and loose and Justin had to take his keys away to get the door open and that wasn't the -first- night, it was one of their other nights and things were starting to sort of haze together in Justin's head. Brian caught him around the waist and bit the lobe of his ear and Justin shook violently, fuck! Brian cupped Justin's cock through his pants, pressing hard. "Want me to jack you? It'll take the edge off."
Justin couldn't make his voice work so he just nodded, and Brian spun him easily and started pushing him backwards and up the stairs towards the bed, grinning and making their clothes vanish in that way Brian had where he could just -do- things no one else knew how to do. Justin's skin flared and burned wherever Brian's hands brushed against it, and he couldn't take his eyes off him.
Then the edge of the bed was behind Justin's calves and he sat down, hard. Brian was on the bed with him in a flash, kneeling and grabbing at his legs, pulling him up onto Brian's thighs and into his lap, and when Brian's mouth came down over his Justin clung to him like he was afraid he'd vanish. Brian wrapped one arm around Justin's back and jacked him off slowly at first, like they had all the time in the world for kissing and fucking but Justin was still -so- close. When he started to shudder in Brian's lap Brian tipped him onto his back, pressed Justin down into the mattress with his weight on Justin's hips and a hand on his shoulder and studied Justin's face as he jerked his orgasm right out of him, hard and fast. Justin came staring up Brian hovering over him, eyes wide, mouth open and gasping, and when Brian smiled that stoned little smile of his Justin swallowed hard.
"You're hot when you come."
Justin licked his lips and whispered back, "You're beautiful."
That made Brian laugh, and then he was laying on top of Justin and kissing him again and still sort of petting his dick, and this was all beyond good and over into incredible, but Justin got it into his head suddenly that he needed to see Brian come. More than that, he needed to -make- him come, and he shifted and pushed and rolled Brian off of him and onto his back. Brian raised an eyebrow at him, curious. "Something you want?"
Justin had already started towards Brian's cock, and he only paused long enough to smile up the length of his body, cheeky. "Mmhmm. Why should you do all the work?"
Brian just laughed again, cradled the back of Justin's neck with his hand and let his head fall back onto the bed. He was always ridiculously easy when it came to blow jobs.
And Justin was ridiculously good at it. He took a certain pride in that, but he knew that it all came back to this man; Brian had -made- him, shaped him and taught him well and if this was the last time Justin would ever have Brian's cock in his mouth, he would fucking well make it count. He licked up the shaft and slid his mouth over and down, taking him right into his throat. That got him a surprised gasp, and Brian slid his hand up from Justin's nape and tangled his fingers into his hair, clutching and tugging. Justin was absurdly happy he'd let his hair grow out some because, God, that felt -good-, and he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard to make Brian pull on his hair again.
It was new and it was the same, the press of Brian's cock on his tongue and the stretch in his jaw familiar to him like oxygen was familiar. Justin knew how to make Brian gasp and tremble and moan, breathy and amazed, and Brian never groaned his climax with anyone else quite the way he did when Justin sucked him off. It always gave Justin a secret thrill and a spreading warmth in his belly, and as Brian unwound his fingers from Justin's hair and started to catch his breath Justin lifted his head to tell him so.
"God, I love wh-"
And it was gone. The memory he'd held in his mind not a moment ago swelled inside him like a rising soap bubble and -popped-, noiselessly if not painlessly. And was gone. Justin drew in a panicked breath and clutched at a fistful of bed sheet. He looked up, frightened and starting to shake because if Brian asked him what he'd been about to say, how could he explain to him that he didn't know anymore?
Only Brian hadn't heard a thing, because whatever he had drunk and whatever he had taken had finally caught up with him, and he had passed out cold.
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