Gap Filler for 308
Brian and Justin’s POV
NC 17
Brian
I could state the obvious – that he is so utterly in control of what happens to
us that it’s stupid. He knows exactly how to manipulate me into playing the
game his way. He just gets me. He understands what makes me tick. He knows just
how to wind the clock. That’s the only way I can explain how we’ve gotten back
to this place – he turned back the hands and wants a fucking do-over. Lucky for
him, that’s all right by me.
I knew it was all over the second I saw his face in my art department. Our
little hiatus was done and the game had begun again. I made him squirm, made
him work for it a little. I let him think I was over all of it and over him. I
don’t know, maybe I was. Maybe I even convinced myself that I could be done
with him, but then I started to see his face every day and hear his voice every
day. And well, I’m far from done with him.
All the idle chatter and pretending he didn’t matter was just a way to fill the
void until he finally said what he wanted. I knew he’d come right out and say
he’d made a mistake. I knew he’d have to be the one to throw down his weapon
first. And he did, chucked that fucking sword right out the window and then
stuck his tongue in my mouth. I have to admit that kinda threw me. I wasn’t so
sure it would happen like that. I didn’t know it would happen so fast.
By the time he walked into my office tonight, I was ready to start the dance
all over again. I could tell by the way his hips swayed as he crossed the room
that he was ready too. When he started talking, I could barely hear him
speaking to me. I just watched his eyes, the upturned corners of his mouth,
sensed the increase in his pulse. Then I understood what we were really talking
about, or not talking about. The subtext spoke louder than the words. Finally,
he fucking understands how to communicate with me.
A stupid mistake, a fall from grace
I’ve forgiven more, many times before
You had to go through that to get to this place
Now you wanna come back through this unlocked door
Justin
This isn’t how I pictured this, and trust me I’ve pictured it. I saw blue
lights and silk sheets and burning need. This is totally different, but good
different. It’s slow and light in a way I didn’t anticipate. There isn’t the
urgency that I expected. There isn’t this
hurry-and-do-it-before-we-both-explode feeling filling the room like I thought
there would be. Hell, every conversation we’ve had since I walked out the door
has been verbal foreplay. You would think we’d be crawling out of our skin by
now.
I watch every move he makes as I negotiate our reunion. There isn’t much to say
really, and I hide behind the guise of business-speak. I ask him to take me
back – we both know what I mean. His eyebrows rise, his anger fades and I have
to fight back a grin 'cause I know where this leads.
The tingle in my gut is starting to make me shake. He comes around the desk and
sits knee to knee with me. Our eyes lock as we both slick our lips. I cross the
room to the door, to shut it and give us privacy. I think how odd it is that
we’d end up here. This puts a different spin on “burning the midnight oil.”
Can’t tell me you weren’t waiting
I see the truth in you
Just biding time and pacing
We both knew we weren’t through
Brian
So I tell him he can start immediately, and when he gets up to close the door I
can feel my skin burn with anticipation. I won’t lie, it missed his hands and
his tongue and the way he would flow over every inch of me every time we…made
love.
He comes back to me, slow and sure with long, languid strides. He swings wide
until he’s facing me and then closes the space between us at a painfully slow
pace, drawing out the intensity of the moment. By the time I can reach for his
face I'm just fucking dying to kiss him. I haven’t kissed anyone since…
Maybe I should have told you
That maybe I could have loved you
And well to tell the truth
I think that maybe I already do
Justin
Quit your hell-bent resistance
There’s no point in fighting this
I’m gonna fill your senses
Make your skin burn with bliss
He reaches for me just before I get to him. Can’t wait to taste me, just like I
can’t wait to taste him. Slide my tongue in slow and easy, feel around and shut
my eyes remembering how sweet he is. Like warm honey or ripe melon or raw
sugar. I don’t know how any man can be allowed to taste like this. But it mixes
and swirls with cigarettes and mint gum to create this distinct, intoxicating
flavor that I’ve been dreaming about feeding on again.
I strip off his jacket and it flies over his shoulders. His eyes sparkle when
he smiles at me, letting the smallest laugh trickle out of his throat. He pulls
off his tie and I yank on his dress shirt. I love that he’s the one naked
first.
I drink in his lightly tanned skin, flawless and firm and made to be touched.
Run my hands over his shoulders, my gut is burning with lust. Trail my lips to
his nipple and let my tongue tickle all of the places along the way that I know
make him crazy.
Brian
All stripped down and exposed, I can finally see that this is still him and I’m
still me. We still fit, we still work, we still feel just right. My hands slide
over familiar territory that seems new again. I love remembering every part of
him that I’d tucked away and pretended to forget. Letting it all rise to the
surface is making me shake with need.
He smiles and I return it. We laugh and touch and kiss and shed our second
skins. His mouth keeps running away from me, but I keep reeling it back in. I
need to taste him, need to feel that this is really happening. I want it all
right now, but at the same time, I could just kiss him forever. Just close my
eyes and sigh and sink into his warm, sweet mouth that was made for me.
I start to feel his body boil under my touch. I can feel his blood race under
the surface, in response to my tongue. I bury my face in his neck, drinking in
his familiar scent. All the while remembering why I…love him.
Drag him to the floor needing his touch, his body, his allure. He shifts under
me comfortably, arching his back – silently begging for more.
I’ll make you beg for mercy
Bring you to your knees
You’ll be pleading just to please me
Desire fuelling raw need
Justin
Slide my hands down his back, it’s been too long since I’ve felt the strength
of his body. I haven’t had a sip of him in so long time that I’m drunk on him
before we’ve even begun.
He brings us to the floor, sliding his skin over mine. Erections trapped in
between us find the warm, tight space inviting. We move in slow strokes, not
caring where this goes as long as we keep kissing and keep breathing and keep
feeling.
I feel his body rise with urgency, folding into me. He runs his tongue over my
thumb, sucking on my fingers until I’m pleading. Then he moves to my wet
stomach, lapping up the pre-sex sheen. Grasping for skin, his teeth dive in,
leaving his mark on me.
Mark your territory
Bite me 'til it burns
Let the bruises tell your story
Hurt me till I learn
Brian
Leaving evidence that he belongs to me, I use my teeth to nip and my hands to
knead. He purrs under my tongue and moans under my touch. Eyes glaze over with
unmistakable lust. Bet he didn’t ever fall into this trance when he was with…
Bet he saves this just for me. Not that he has to, not that he wants to. But it
is what it is and I’ll even admit that it isn’t like this with anyone but him.
Sink in slow and say a prayer that we can last. But we both know it’ll be over
too fast. Of course we’ve got all night for take two. Hell, we’ve got as long
as we want to do what we want to do.
Watch his eyes drift closed, back arched in that familiar pose. I understand
things about him that nobody knows. I see where the sun shines and I follow.
You’re a habit I don’t wanna kick
A fire I don’t wanna feed
Sink the needle in my skin
Close my eyes and breathe
Just admit you’re what I need
Justin
I let him in and he totally fills every goddamned inch of me. All the emptiness
flees and finally I feel free to be who I want to be. The man by his side,
giving him what he needs. Finally, I see the picture clearly.
Sometimes life is about second chances and little side-glances. Picking up on
what someone else sees. It’s about going after what you need. Chase your dreams
and be relentless, don’t let their defenses numb your senses. I wore down the
edges of the sharpest rock and now he rolls along beside me.
I’ve made a few mistakes
Pretended I could fake it
But now I know this much
We've got a lot more than lust
I'd even call it love
End
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