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9 - Harrron

11am

Justin

There’s nothing I hate more than being awakened by my fucking bladder. I’m sure it’s the two tall glasses of milk I downed after Brian and I ate some of my birthday cake (or rather after I licked it off him). I stumble over his comatose body and head into the bathroom, squinting my eyes to let in as little sunlight as possible.

I flush the toilet and wonder if I’ll make it back to the bed without dropping dead from exhaustion. I close my eyes and follow my instincts. My right shin hits the platform and I suppress a yelp, just happy I’ve arrived back at my cozy, comfortable resting place. I put my hands out in front of me and start to climb back into bed. My fingers graze Brian’s warm skin which elicits a low murmur from Sleeping Beauty--I know exactly what’s about to happen but I hope and pray that maybe, possibly, somehow I’m wrong.

I slip under the sheet and I’m…

Fuck.

Me.

Fuck.

I’m hard. Just from barely touching him. I’m fucking hard. I couldn’t be more tired if I’d just stayed awake for three days straight and run a marathon and yet, I have a hard-on. Can I go to sleep with a hard-on? I’ll just will it away. Maybe I can just drift off and a wet dream will take care of it for me.

Going to sleep...

Getting very sleepy...

Drifting back into dreamland...

Not gonna think about him. Not gonna think about how wonderful and perfect my birthday’s been before it’s even really begun. Not gonna think about that little Japanese wonder toy. Not gonna think about my hairless body. Not gonna think about licking chocolate icing off Brian’s balls. Chocolate icing that came from a beautiful double chocolate cake that Brian Kinney purchased for my birthday. Not gonna think about the fact I still have hours and hours left in my 21st birthday and the most amazing boyfriend in the world filling those hours with the stuff fantasies are made of. Or more accurately, good porn flicks.

FUCK!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Those were exactly the WRONG things to think about while trying to will away a partial erection. Now I have a steel rod between my thighs tenting the fucking sheet. And all I want to do is sleeeeeeeeeeep. Fuck!

I flail my right arm towards his sleeping body and smack his side. It is HIS fault after all.

“Brian,” I mumble without opening my eyes even a little. He stirs, but doesn’t wake. “Brian!” I yell but it sounds funny 'cause I can barely move my lips.

“Wha?” he mutters rolling toward me.

“Harrron,” I mutter back through a yawn.

“Who won?” I bet he hasn’t opened his eyes either. I feel around for his arm, grab his hand and then place it on my crotch.

“Hard-on,” I try to enunciate, but it’s so hard, just like my dick.

“Jerk off,” he rolls away from me. It sounds more like he’s calling me a name than giving me instruction, of course that’s probably his intention.

I grab his hand and pull it back, “Sleepy. You do it.” I don’t even have to turn on my sleepy, needy little boy voice, it’s just coming out naturally.

“No,” he says pitifully but he doesn’t move his hand.

I arch my back a little and push my dick into his hand, “Come on.”

His palm gets warm against my cock and I can tell he’s thinking he might just give in. God I love him.

His fingers start to graze my skin and I smile. I wanna open my eyes and watch him, but I’m too tired. I don’t even understand how or why I’m hard. Well okay, the reason is lying right next to me, rising from a dead slumber to jerk me off. But more importantly, I shouldn’t be able to get it up for days considering how many times I’ve come in the last 11 hours. Yet all I had to do was *think* about what he does for me, who he is to me, how amazing he can be…

 

Brian

Little prick begged and begged for sleep. All night I’m giving him the best orgasms any man has ever known and he kept pulling the “I’m sleepy” bullshit with me. I finally get tired enough to agree and now this? I don’t think so.

I’m peacefully deep into dreamland when I feel one of his extremities club me. I’m aware it was intentional and I can hear him calling my name, but I try to ignore it and hope he’s just dreaming.

Then his hand pulls on mine and I’ve got a fistful of hard cock before I can even process whether I’m actually awake. We have a disjointed conversation about why I have a fistful of hard cock. I come to realize he’s somehow run off and gotten himself an erection and is too lazy to take care of it by himself. I can’t say I blame the kid, after that marathon fuck session (God, that doesn’t even do it justice) it will be a wonder if either of us can function before next week.

I pull my hand away and basically tell him to fuck off, but as usual the petulant child is incredibly persistent. My hand is roughly placed back on his crotch and this time I don’t bother to move it. I’m secretly hoping if I hold it there for a minute he’ll just forget what was going on and go back to sleep.

Of course, then his hips start to push into my hand, my eyes flutter open, the light hits my pupils and it’s all fucking over.

I’m awake.

It’s official.

And if I’m awake because the birthday boy got a hard-on he can bet his hot ass he’s waking up too.

I start to stroke him very lightly and slowly. I let him think I’m just gonna go ahead and get him off so we can go back to sleep. Riiiiiight.

I get a nice rhythm going and he’s grunting a little, but still half asleep. I’m watching his body writhe now, just lying beside him in rapt wonder. He’s really beautiful, light skin and blond hair and an angel’s face. It works for me.

I use his precome to slick his shaft and I start stroking him faster and faster. I wait until he’s three seconds from shooting before I stop.

When I pull my hand away, I start the countdown: Three…two…one…

“Brian!” His eyes shoot open and he sits straight up.

I smile. “Morning, Sunshine.”

He attacks me. Literally, that little blond angel I was just describing launches himself on top of me and attacks me. There's hitting and yelling and a lot of laughing. But the laughing is only on my part.

“You fucking rat bastard!” He wants to be mad, but I can see a smile tugging hard at the corners of his mouth.

He climbs up my body and feeds me his cock. If I wasn’t used to having my mouth full of it, I’d probably choke.

I suck him down and let him fuck my face for about six seconds until he’s shooting happily down my throat.

He falls over and throws his arms out to his sides. Eyes closed, he catches his breath and sighs. I can tell he’s about to curl up and bid the land of living goodbye, but I have other plans. I always do, don’t I?

Justin

I thought I was going to kick Brian’s ass when he stopped jerking me off. I was two seconds from coming when his hand was suddenly gone and I felt his body move away from mine. I was happy and humming and still half-asleep. I was just gonna come a little and head right back to la-la land when he stops dead. He's such an asshole.

I jumped all over him and smacked him around while he laughed his ass off. I don’t know how he can be amused by anything at this hour. Well, I guess it's like nearly lunchtime, but you know what I mean.

I shoved my dick in his mouth and let him finish me off that way. I would've sworn that nothing came out when I shot my load but he milked the tip of my dick like something did. I’ve gotta dry up sooner or later, right?

Now I’m sighing contently and letting my eyes drift closed again. With any luck I can sleep until after sunset. I feel the sheet cover my bare body and Brian’s warm body slide next to mine. I know my mouth is turned up in a satisfied smile as my head rolls back against his chest. Everything is right with the world.

I think I actually fell asleep for a second but then Brian’s lips are on my ear. I try to move my head away, thinking his action is unintentional, but his mouth follows me.

“Sleep tight, Sunshine, you have to be up in half an hour if we’re going to make brunch with your mother.”

“FUCK!!!!” I’m sure my scream is loud enough to wake a dead deaf man.

11:21AM

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