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2 - Struggle
Brian and Justin’s POV
1:15AM
Brian
He moves on top of me, so deftly and with such confidence that it makes my
eyes water. No, I’m not fucking teary-eyed it’s just…pride, maybe…I don’t
know, it’s just…fuck, that feels good.
I wore him out with that damn prostate massage, so he’s taking this nice and
slow with me, which is fine. I’d never admit how much I like to be fucked,
but it’s hot. He bites his bottom lip and I watch beads of sweat slide down
his forehead and into his eyes. They dance for me in the dim orange glow.
I have a fleeting thought about what a trance that would put me in if I’d
done a hit of Ecstasy tonight. But even drug-free, I still find the orange-tinged
beads of sweat pretty captivating.
He grunts a few times, really deep, like this is a struggle. I think it's
a struggle. We’re a struggle. But, one worth suffering through. Yeah, definitely
one worth suffering through.
“How are you…,” he thrusts deep and the air swooshes out of his lungs, adding
a pregnant pause to his question.
He pulls out, “…still so fucking tight?” He’s alluding to the fact he’s fucked
me plenty in the last year or so, but I ignore that.
He slides back in, stealing my breath, adding a pregnant pause to my reply,
“Limited access.”
We both huff a small laugh and then moan together as he angles his hips and
changes the pace. Kid’s good at this…really fucking good at this.
Changing his angle again, he leans down closer to me, forcing my legs to spread
wide, creating a burn in my hamstrings. His lips trail along my cheekbone,
his hot breath leaving condensation on my skin. I lick my lips and turn my
head, forcing him to kiss me.
His moans start a carnal rhythm of their own, one escapes with each deep thrust,
filling the air like a melody. I don’t know why but I start humming, actually
humming - not just sex humming like you do when something feels this good.
His brow furrows, “What,” oh lord, “the fuck,” dear Jesus, “are you,” deeper
yes there, “doing?” Ahhhh, right there.
“Humming 'Happy Birthday' to you, Sunshine.”
He laughs through the final thrusts of our excellent fuck. I can’t believe
I lasted so long, I want to look at the clock, but I shouldn’t be timing us.
Doesn’t matter when it feels this good.
Justin
Dominating Brian is a bigger rush than any drug I’ve ever experienced, and
I’ve done a few. Hovering over him, controlling the pace, rutting against
him, making him come. It’s a beautiful thing.
I watch the way his eyes get heavy as he struggles to keep them open while
I rub against his sweet spot over and over and over…
His back arches and his stomach muscles tense as he gets ready to fly. I place
a hand between us and slide it down to cup his balls. I roll them in my hand
and listen to him groan. I remember a time when I couldn’t be inside of him
for more than three minutes without coming like a maniac. Now I have control,
complete control. It’s a beautiful thing.
He starts humming, and at first I think it’s just the sounds of ecstasy. We’re
both pretty loud in bed, though I think I get the award for earth-shattering
orgasm screams…but you get the picture. Then I realize he’s humming a tune.
What the fuck? Is he going to break into song? I mean, I know I’m good…
I ask him what the fuck he’s doing and he answers, “Humming 'Happy Birthday'
to you, Sunshine.” Something about the answer, honest and funny, gets me in
the gut. My head jerks back and my dick stops at a point so deep inside him
I hear him lose his breath and I come and come and come until I’m sure I’m
going to pass out.
Somewhere in the middle of all of this, he started coming too; I could feel
the contractions deep inside of him, gripping and pushing at me. It hurt in
that wonderful way that sex sometimes does. I thought the tip of my dick was
going to pop off inside of him, but I didn’t care.
I finally slide out and roll off of him, discarding the condom on my way.
“Wow,” he mutters, throwing an arm across his face to block out light. His
eyes get really light sensitive right after he comes. It’s just something
I’ve noticed.
Moments go by before our breath is steady and our bodies have cooled down.
He moves his arm away from his face and glances over at me, “Having fun yet?”
I slide my eyes to the left to return his gaze, “I’d say so.”
“Ready
for your next lesson?”
“How long do you think you can keep this up?” I ask in a devilish tone. He
swats my hip and quickly sits up. Then he hovers above me, dangerously close to
my face, and licks his lips.
“Longer than you can, little boy…longer than you.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“I’d say it is.” He gives me a coy smile that reaches his eyes, so I know
there's still affection hiding under his competitive demeanor.
“Bring it on, old man. Bring. It. On.” We both laugh at my response and then he
twists each of my nipples until I scream.
“You’re gonna be so fucking sore,” he chuckles just before he kisses me.
I certainly hope so.
Brian
Little bastard thinks just because he’s a decade younger than me (okay, maybe a
little more than that) his stamina can outlast mine. He’s probably fucking
right, but there’s no time like the present to show him I’ll be able to keep up
for a long time to come. Deep in the recesses of my mind, I know there'll come
a day when he'll be too young for me, but today isn't that day.
I lean down into him, splaying my body out over every inch of his. I love being
a head taller, it lets me envelop his body so easily. I start kissing him
softly, our lips just playing over each other's. As we start to salivate, the
taste of sex whetting our appetite again, I pull back.
“Water,” I say simply as I get up and walk to the kitchen. I sense Justin sit
up as I stroll over and open the door to the fridge.
“I can’t take that bottle cap shit again,” he laughs a little. I know he loved
it.
“This is for drinking,” I smile as I return to the bed.
“Yeah, I don’t know how soon I can come again, I have to be close to dried up.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I answer casually. He drinks half the bottle down and then
looks up at me quizzically.
“You can come without shooting.” I state as if it’s common knowledge. His eyes
widen as if I’ve suddenly revealed the meaning of life to him in the middle of
the night. Perhaps I have, now that I think about it. If we put into practice
what my magic little book talked about then in theory we should be able to fuck
nonstop for a lot longer than we do now because we won’t need to come every
time. It’s called an inner orgasm – all of the fabulous muscle contractions and
moaning, none of the mess.
I crawl up the bed and lay over him again, moving our water bottles to the
floor.
“Some shit about channeling energy. Instead of focusing all of your energy on
your cock, you focus it on your whole body. You separate the orgasm from the
ejaculation. Apparently, they’re separate entities. You can have one without
the other.”
He smiles widely. He loves to listen to me talk, especially about sex. It makes
me smile back. That makes him kiss me. Which makes me kiss him back.
Justin
Brian can be so fucking amazing. Just fucking astounding. If anyone could hear
him going on and on about circulating energy outwards through your body, having
inner orgasms until you explode and teaching me different breathing techniques
and Tantra tips they would absolutely fall down dead. The effort he’s making on
my behalf – it’s really touching. But I won’t tell him that, he’d cringe. I’ll
just appreciate the excellent gift and give thanks in my own way.
You’d think he took a class on this shit. But knowing Brian, he just read some
books. He has an almost photographic memory, which isn’t something most people
know about him. I’ve just picked up on that being with him so much over the
years. I don’t even think it’s something he realizes he has. I’m sure it’s what
made high school and college so easy for him. He reads something once and he
can practically recite it to you verbatim three weeks later. It’s amazing
really. Like I said, he’s amazing.
I sigh when he smiles down at me after another download of information. I have
no clue if I can possibly exercise enough self-control to have an inner orgasm
when Brian is making love to me, but I’ll try. This was my idea after all. And
the thought of being able to come without coming is really hot.
“So...inner orgasms, huh?” I give him a goofy grin as I trail my fingers across
his collarbone.
“Yep.” He smiles again. He’s got a great smile. No one sees it much, except for
me.
He continues, “The most important thing is to learn to relax your body when
you’re really turned on. I think the best way to practice is to get really
close to coming and then stop and calm down a bunch of times. So I figured I’d
blow you until you lose your shit and freak out on me.”
“I
will not lose my shit, Brian.” I roll my eyes, but we both know that I will. He
calls my spastic attacks when I thrash around and beg him to let me come
‘losing my shit.’ I just thought it was really funny when he said it one night
after a particularly bratty hissy fit I threw when he rimmed me to the brink of
orgasm and then stopped like five times. I pushed him over, suited him up and
mounted him inside of 3 seconds. Then I bitched at him about being a tease
while I rode him for all he was worth. When I was done being a petulant child
and we’d both come so hard we shook the building with the screams, he said to
me, “I love torturing you until you lose your shit.” It just struck me as funny
and he’s called it that ever since.
What can I say - when I gotta come, I gotta come.
Brian
I trail kisses down his chest, across his stomach and over his hips before I
get anywhere near his dick. I watch it stir and start to reach for my mouth. It
already knows what it wants.
I whisper reminders to Justin as my lips trace over every familiar curve of his
body.
“Relax,” I slide my tongue into his navel and flick back and forth a few times.
“Let go,” I bite a trail down his left hip and then across to the inside of his
thigh.
“Breathe,” I smile up at him as I exhale my warm breath over the tip of his
dick, now nearly completely erect and waiting for me to take it to heaven.
I pull back and just watch him: he’s trying to relax, trying to breathe deeply,
trying to listen to me. I love that I make him this crazy. I love that he can
barely resist screaming for me to take him into my mouth. I grit my teeth,
waiting another minute. I love that I can barely resist grabbing his dick and
feeding on it.
When I take my first sip of coffee in the morning, its bitterness creeps into
my jaw and makes it ache for a minute – but it’s a good ache. It makes me want
another sip. Justin makes my jaw ache the way coffee does. If we’re in the same
room and I’m not touching him, I can feel my need for him creep up my spine and
wrap itself around my jaw until I’m literally forced into his proximity and I’m
touching him.
Hovering over his dick just waiting to taste him, I feel that ache surround me
and take me. Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m milking him like a hungry
child and humming from the pleasure of it. But this time, I’m not humming
'Happy Birthday'.
Somewhere along the way, this kid stole every ounce of will power I ever
possessed. Funny thing is – I don’t want it back.
2 AM
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