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6 - Sleepy

6:17am

Brian

God I love fucking him when he's half asleep. He looks so much like a child - droopy eyes and smacking lips. I've always liked doing this.

He clears his throat as my lips trail down his spine; finally, he's waking up a little. He realizes this isn't just a dream. I wonder if he dreams about me? About us? I know I do, so he must. That and he calls my name in his sleep every once in a while. He never calls anyone else's. Sometimes I love that, sometimes I hate it.

He purrs a little, deep in his throat. I feel the vibration through his whole body. I glance up, his eyes are still closed. He actually let me fuck him once without ever opening his eyes. It was a while ago, but I remember that morning. When we were done, I asked him if he was fantasizing that I was someone else. After the question left my lips, even though I tried to pass it off as a joke, I realized it sounded needy and pathetic. Only then did he open his eyes and smile at me. He laughed at me actually. He acted like it was the dumbest thing I'd ever asked him. I remember exactly what he said to me when he was done laughing, "Brian, you're the guy everyone fantasizes about, including me." It was a simple, straightforward answer and he said it with a conviction that made me feel hotter than I ever had in my whole life. And that’s saying something. Maybe that was the morning I knew...

He purrs again and it brings my attention back to where my lips rest on the small of his back. He's so warm and smells so good. It's a little sour, sweat and sex and come mixed and dried on his skin. But, I love that smell. It smells like us.

I nip his skin and hear him moan. It’s not a moan of pleasure though.

“Brian,” he whines quietly. His eyes still aren’t open. I trail my tongue down the crack of his ass just and then wiggle it a bit.

More quiet complaints spill from his lips. I slide on top of him and rub my erection into his ass. I have no fucking clue what I was dreaming about, but I woke myself up with a raging hard-on. It took me a minute to realize we’d fallen asleep. After Justin caught me tearing up like some pathetic schoolgirl I kind of shut down. I let him get all sappy for a minute and kiss me. Then I finished jerking him off, but I was in a rush to get that whole scene out of the way. After we came, I assume we passed out. I should still be sleeping like a dead man and I should NOT have a hard dick – but things don’t always work out the way you think they should.

“Get off,” he bucks his hips, trying to push me off.

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” I laugh as I bite his left earlobe.

He opens one eye and moves his head until he can see the clock.

“Fuck! Brian, it’s 6 a.m. I’ve only been asleep for an hour!”

“Exactly, time to get up.”

“You’re crazy!”

“Nope, just horny.” I rub my dick into his ass a little more. Doesn’t seem to be doing the trick. Have I lost my magic touch?

“Well I’m not. I’ve come enough to last a week. Let. Me. Sleep.” He moves his hand to my hip to still the movement. I try not to laugh at his weak attempts to stop this little game.

“No.” I growl in his ear as I lick his neck.

“It’s my birthday.” He sighs at me. I can tell he’s losing his resolve. God, he’s easy.

“And I’m going to make sure you always remember it.” I purr into his ear, trying to be really, really sexy.

“As the day Brian Kinney was murdered?” His voice is so scratchy from sleep. It makes me even harder.

I sit up and smack his ass. “No, as the day we became sexual legends.”

“Oh Jesus, Brian. We already ARE. Now LET ME SLEEP!” He seems to get pissed at me all over again. Damn, I was sure I was going to win this one.

He bucks his hips and is successful in shoving me off this time. He stands up abruptly, grabs a pillow and the comforter and stomps down into the living room. Well, I didn’t see that coming.

He used to love it when I woke him up in the middle of the night to fuck. Shit, we must be getting old. Correction, he must be getting old.

 

Justin

I can’t believe that fucker only let me sleep for an hour. He knows how grumpy I get if I don’t have enough sleep. I figured I’d get very little as it is, but an hour? Christ! Even I, young, peppy kid that I am, need more than an hour.

And how is he hard again? He's some sort of freak! My dick couldn’t stand at attention right now with a bottle of Viagra and the best gay porn ever produced by its side. It needs to rest!

I throw myself down on the couch and cover my body from head to toe with the comforter. I burrow into the crack of the couch and say a quick prayer that he’ll leave me be for just a little while.

I’m just about to drift back into dreamland when the synapses in my brain start working double-time. What the fuck is burning?

I throw the comforter off and sit up so fast that I nearly knock Brian off the ledge of the coffee table where he’s carefully seated. I fall off the couch, landing hard on my ass as I overcompensate in an effort to avoid hitting him.

He’s laughing so hard I want to punch him in the face. If he hadn’t been so goddamned good to me today I’d have his ass on a platter. Well that, and there is an amazing-looking chocolate cake covered with flaming candles sitting in his lap.

“Happy birthday, Sunshine.” He says through his laughter.

“You’re an asshole.” I sit up quickly, coming face to face with the cake. Shit, it smells even better than it looks.

“You love it.”

I sigh, looking at the pretty cake and all the lit candles. “I do.” I say it with mock sadness in my voice. I resigned to loving this bastard and his wicked ways a long time ago and he knows it.

“Make a wish,” he smiles at me and my gut starts to tingle all over again. I look at him naked, holding what I can only hope is a chocolate chocolate cake, smiling down at me and I wonder if life gets any better than this. I finally smile back at him, deciding that I can sleep when I’m dead. Brian celebrating anything, especially my birthday, is worth getting up for.

Brian

Ah, I knew I’d break him if I got out the cake. The second he stomped over to the couch, I headed for the fridge. I brought the cake home last night and I’ve managed to keep him out of the fridge since then using all this sex as a distraction. The fact that he hasn't eaten is a miracle in and of itself.

I got a chocolate, chocolate cake with chocolate chips and chocolate icing. It’s diabetes in a box, but I knew he’d like it. Hell, it’s actually my favorite too. I figure eating cake falls under the ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ category. Damn Brits are always right. My friend Ewan recites that old adage to me all the damn time.

Now Justin’s just smiling at me and he can’t stop. Can I turn on the charm when I want to, or what?

“Hurry up and blow the candles out so you can blow me,” I nudge his bare side with my bare foot and he gets up on his knees so he can lean over the cake.

After a huge intake of air, he blows out all 21 candles with no problem. Of course, I’ve witnessed his ability to blow countless times so I had no doubts about his abilities.

When the flames are all gone and the remaining smoke is threatening to choke us, I stand up and extend one hand to him. I pull him to his feet and hug him to me, kissing his temple and laughing a little more at what a day we’ve already had. He slides an arm around my waist and we silently walk into the kitchen.

I put the cake on the counter and get out a fork. He stands in rapt wonder as I pull all of the candles out of the cake and toss them into the sink. I stab the fork into the top of the cake and push it across the countertop. Then I lean down and kiss him, hard.

When I pull away he wobbles a bit and I put my hand on his hip to steady him. It’s dark, but I can tell his eyes are wide. I’m sure this is right about when his mind starts forming body-snatcher theories. Granted, I’ve gone from zero to pretty fucking romantic in no time flat, but every starry-eyed kid deserves one great birthday, right?

I pull him around the counter and sit him down on one of the barstools. Then I take the fork out of the cake and cut a big chunk, covered in icing, out of the side. I hold it up to his lips and wait for him to eat it.

Opening wide, he lets the whole piece fall into his mouth. I huff a laugh as he struggles to get it down. Walking over to the fridge, I pour him a glass of milk and just as I’m about to turn around I feel his arms slide around my waist. He buries his face in the middle of my back and lets his lips tickle my spine.

”Thank you,” he whispers before kissing my shoulder blades.

I turn in his arms and set the milk down on the counter. I lean down to kiss his sugarcoated mouth. I suck his chocolate-flavored bottom lip until he whimpers..

“Any time,” I smile down at him when we break the kiss. I lean him back against the counter then and reach around him to where the cake sits. I swipe my index finger through the chocolate icing and then bring it back to his lips. He opens his mouth and starts to lick my finger, but I quickly pull away. Putting some space between us, I reach down to my still semi-hard dick and swipe the chocolate over the tip.

“Now that you’re awake…” I smirk as his eyes widen with shock. “What?” I continue, “At least it’s chocolate-covered dick.”

He laughs as he drops to his knees. My head rolls back the second his lips touch the tip of my cock. Sugarcoated or not, he swallows me down like I'm his favorite dessert every time he blows me. And just for that, I might actually let him get a little more sleep today.

Nah…                                        
7am.

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