Gap Filler for 308
Brian and Justin’s POV
NC 17
Note: For the wonderful Roz and the enthusiastic Crickett, may this answer that
nagging question, "What the fuck is going on behind that glass?!"
Brian
Three eternities elapse between the moment he closes the door and the moment
our lips meet. He crosses the room with this slow, sure stride that makes my
skin hurt. Of course, I will fucking sit here all night on the edge of this
desk until he finds the time to come over here and fucking kiss me. 'Cause I’ve
come this far and given in this much and he’s an idiot if he thinks I’ll give
another inch.
God, it’s a bitch to admit, but this is what I’ve been craving for months now.
Just the taste of his mouth and the softness of his lips. When we made that
little deal about not kissing other people a million years ago – I had to laugh
on the inside, because it was not an issue for me. Once you’ve had the best
you shouldn’t bother with the rest, they're a waste of time. I've ruined sex
for thousands of men by practicing that theory, but hey, at least they got one
hell of night with me.
Justin, on the other hand, will get as many nights as he can take. No sense
in denying he fucking owns me. I’ve never been able to pinpoint what it is,
still can’t really put my finger on it. But whatever it is he could bottle up
and sell. Think of all the fags who'd would run out and pay in blood for a bottle
of whatever made me stupid over this kid. Passion, talent, wit, looks, dick,
lips…I don’t know, all of it I guess. Just the right mix, the perfect potent
combination. Makes me believe in fate a little. Makes me think that maybe he
really was made for me. Guess I shouldn’t have called Lindsay a delusional cunt
when she said that.
Justin
I retrace my steps to him, going slowly mostly because I’m weak in the knees,
but partly because I love anticipation; it’s this pure, wonderful, honest emotion.
Sometimes the reality of a situation lets you down – though I’m betting this
one won’t – but regardless of the outcome, the anticipation is still pure bliss.
Whether you’re waiting six months for a great vacation or three seconds for
the best kiss you’ve ever known, that time span is the best fucking feeling
in the world. So I’m walking a slowly cause my knees are a weak, but I also
want to make these few seconds last.
He reaches out for me a little. Just brushes my waist as I slowly wrap my hand
around the side of his neck. My fingers trace the soft skin there just before
our mouths meet. Our lips finally touch and it’s just like I remember. It’s
a perfect fit. It’s warm and soft and enough to make me come spontaneously for
the rest of my life.
I’ve thought this a million times and I’ll do it a million more, but what the
fuck was I thinking? How did I walk away from this? What was I waiting to hear?
What did I need in words that he didn’t show me every goddamned day (okay, most
days) we were together? Some people go their whole life and never get lucky
enough to find this. And maybe it won’t last forever, but I’ll hang on for as
long as it does. I promise I’ll hang on.
Brian
I sink my tongue deep into him, pulling his body close so I can get a better
grip. Our heads twist and turn as we wage our old, familiar battle. Whose tongue
can dart deeper? Whose lips can press harder?
We pull back and stare a little. Like we need to remember exactly what the other
person looks like up this close. I remember. I even tried to forget, but that
was fucking hopeless. The curve of his lips and the rise of his cheekbones and
the sparkle in his deep blue eyes, it’s all there every time I try to sleep
at night.
I roll my forehead against his, something we always did. I pause just long enough
to yank my jacket off, but my hands immediately return to him. He pulls at my
shirt and I tug on my tie. We laugh and smile and I can’t remember ever feeling
just like this. I guess you might call it 'happy?'
Justin
We laugh as his jacket goes flying over his head. He grabs my nipple as I try
to unbutton his shirt and I wiggle away from him in a fit of giggles. He rips
his shirt off without removing his tie and we smirk. It feels so damn good to
smile with him again. To remember what he looks like when he’s actually happy.
It isn’t often, but it’s worth the wait.
He finally pulls my shirt over my head. Jerks it roughly, making my head snap
back. I smile at him again, seductively this time. Then we come back together,
finally skin on skin. I let my nose run along his collarbone and up his neck
until it lands behind his ear. I let it sink into his hair as I remember the
distinct way each region of his body smells.
He keeps jerking my face back to him, needing to be lip to lip. I’m overcome
with having him again so I keep losing track of what comes next. My hands roam
his chest and my teeth mark his neck. I can feel my heart beginning to race
in my chest and the tingle rise in my balls.
Brian
God, I feel like I’m already about to come and we haven’t even started yet. My
whole body is warm and hypersensitive and I feel like I need to lie down. Guess
it was stupid to pretend that this didn’t mean anything – this affect he has on
me.
I bury my face in his neck, let my nose trail along his soft, warm skin. I
inhale deeply, needing to fill my head with his intoxicating scent. I wonder if
he knows how many fucking weeks I kept the sheets on the bed after he left?
I grab the hem of his shirt and rip it over his head. It catches the edge of
his longish hair, flipping it up and making it messy. I like the long hair. I
love running my hands through it, softer than silk, more of it to lose myself
in, more of it to pull on when I need his attention.
I bite my way down his chest as the urgency starts to build. Whenever I've
imagined our next fuck I’ve pictured fast, rough, urgent – not really like
this. We’re starting to get desperate, but I haven’t even thought about getting
inside of him yet. Okay, I’ve thought about it, but I haven’t made a move to
get there.
I slide my hands down the back of his pants. Let the smooth fabric of his soft,
cotton underwear graze the tops of my hands while I palm his perfect ass. And
it's so fucking perfect. Gets me every single time I feel it or see it. The one
thing I remember from his first day of work here – other than his catching me
off-guard. (fucker, he’s going to need to be punished for all of his conniving,
underhanded trickery later) – is the way his ass looked in the low-slung chinos
he was wearing. Fucking jerk always knew how to hit me where it hurts.
Justin
I’ve been trying to stay quiet. After all, we're about to have sex in Brian’s
office. Of course, I came to see him after 7 o’clock, knowing full
well he’d still be here working and that most of this staff, if not all of
them, would be long gone. I didn’t see anyone as I walked through the halls on
my way here, but I don’t think it would have mattered if I had. I had one thing
on my mind and I couldn’t really be bothered with much else.
I finally let out a moan, it’s getting too painful to hold them in. Brian’s
eyes widen for about half a second and then he just smiles at me. This fucking
beautiful, sparkling smile that creeps up his face, fills his eyes and makes me
sigh. I laugh a bit as I reach forward to grab the waist of his pants. Briefly,
I think about how long it’s been since I’ve had his dick in my mouth. No sense
in counting days, I just know it’s been too long.
I undo the button, slide the zipper down and push both his pants and underwear
over his hips. He kicks off his shoes and I do the same. He’s trying to push my
pants down at the same time, but my position gives me the upper hand. I get his
clothes off first and start to drop to my knees, but he grabs my sides and
pulls me back up. Can’t get enough of my mouth, I guess. The feeling is mutual,
though the sight of the purple tip of his painfully hard cock between us is
leaving me a little torn. There are other things I could be doing with my mouth
right now.
He bites my bottom lip and starts to suck on my tongue, hard. I moan a little
more as he finally gets his way with my pants and tosses them aside. While I
giggle at the sight of our clothes strewn all over his office, he just rolls
his eyes. I get what he means, this is very “us”…it’s a Brian and Justin thing
to do. Fuck in his office where anyone could see us and throw our clothes all
over the fucking place. If someone happens to walk in we're completely fucked.
And we couldn’t care less.
Brian
I finally get his fucking pants off and I pull him toward me again. Wanting our
bodies to fit from head to toe, I bend my legs a little to try and get our
cocks to rub together, but it isn’t working as well as I’d like. I back up to
my desk, sit down on its edge and pull him between my open legs. Now we’re in a
better position.
I slide my hand down between our bodies, which are starting slicken with sweat,
and pull both of our dicks into my hand. He gasps when I start to stroke them
together, making us both unbelievably hard. I bite his right nipple and he
practically falls over backwards. I hold him up with my free arm.
Finally I get tired of all the foreplay. I think we’ve been properly
reacquainted. To be honest, neither of us forgot what a second of this was
like. I missed it, I’m sure he did too…but we didn’t ever forget it.
I stand up abruptly and he lets out a small whimper as our cocks are released
from my warm grip. I spin us around, and reach past him to the desk and, in a
single motion, push everything in sight - folders, paper work, my phone, a
lamp, a few comp boards and a binder - over the side and onto the floor. I
don’t even stop to consider the noise it'll make...I really don’t care.
After placing him on the desk, I stretch him back, covering his body with mine.
I trail my hand down his chest and let my fingers sink into his hips as I lower
my head to his crotch and breathe deeply. He lets out a moan as I run my nose
up and down his thighs, stopping to lick and bite and nibble occasionally. I
think I was on my way down here to fuck him, but now I kinda forget.
I keep moving my mouth up and down his thighs, getting closer and closer to the
mark. I wait until the moment he’s about to go mad before I give in and
lick his dick. I just trail my tongue lightly over the underside of the head
where he’s really sensitive. His thighs tense, his back arches and I can tell
I’ll have to watch myself or he’ll come before the blow job even gets started.
“Brian,” he whispers, his eyes opening after being shut tightly with desperate
need. I can see him pleading with me to calm him down.
When
I respond with a hard bite to his thigh he fucking comes all over the place. I
don’t expect it, but it’s not really a bad surprise. It’s good to know I still
have the same affect on him. That same affect he has on me. I pull his dick
into my mouth as quickly as I can, catching the second and third waves of his
orgasm. He bucks on the desk, his body jerking with the intensity of it.
I swallow his dick along with his come, and suck gently on him for a few
seconds after he’s done. Finally he starts to move again and he sits up,
propping himself on his elbows. He just looks at me for the longest time, my
chin sitting on this thigh as my hands run up and down his calves.
“What?” I finally ask.
“It’s just…” he says it so quietly it makes me tingle inside and then he lowers
his eyes and I wonder what the fuck this is about.
“What?” I try to get him to continue by leaning forward and trailing kisses
over his stomach.
Suddenly he pulls on my hair, forcing me to look up at him. Our eyes meet and
he holds my gaze for a long moment before he says, “You’re amazing.”
I go back to kissing him, working my way up his chest, up his neck and finally
landing on his lips. I give him a few light, soft kisses. Then he starts to
suck my tongue more intensely, tasting himself on me. He loves to kiss me deep
after I’ve swallowed him like that.
Finally I pull back and look at him, “I know.” I smirk and give him the
smallest wink.
Justin
God, it’s exactly like I remember it. I remember how Brian is, what he does to
my body and how I react to him…but at the same time I’ve been starving for it
in such a way that I almost couldn’t handle it. I know we were both surprised
that I came so suddenly. He bit down hard on the inside of my thigh, in an
attempt to center me and help me focus on NOT coming too quickly, and it
backfired big time. It just ripped through me without warning.
If it were anyone else, I'd be worried about disappointing him. But this is
Brian we’re talking about, and what we’re doing here…well it’s this different
level of “us” than we’ve ever done before. I see it in his eyes and I’m sure he
sees it in mine. We both get that this time around will be so different from
all the shit that came before. I think he understands that this is the start of
something. At least, I hope he does. Maybe in a few days, a few weeks, we’ll find
our rhythm again. It’s just going to take a little time to wrap our minds
around this.
I finally sit all the way up on the desk and push Brian back, forcing him to
sit down in the chair. His eyes widen, and he laughs as I crawl into his lap. I
straddle his thighs and start kissing him hard. I know he must be about to pass
the fuck out he’s so hard.
I start grinding my hips over his dick, letting it rub against my cock and
balls and ass. I lean down and take his left nipple into my mouth, sucking it
hard as I grind a little faster.
“Enough,” he finally says in this low, husky voice. He practically pushes me
off his lap as he reaches down to grab his pants, retrieving the ever-present
condom.
He holds it in his hand and gives me a funny look. I furrow my brow, “What?”
“Lube.” It’s all he says and I get what he means.
“Fuck it.” I smile. And honestly, I know it’ll hurt a little and I’ll be
limping tomorrow…but I would have been doing that anyway. I don’t intend to let
him take it easy on me.
I grab the condom from him as he settles back in the chair. As I rip the
package open with my teeth, I see him reach for his dick. I smack his hand away
and lock eyes with him as I slowly roll on the rubber.
I straddle his hips again and lift myself above him. I know he’s letting me
drive right now 'cause he’s afraid he’ll hurt me. He doesn’t know that he
couldn’t hurt me even if he tried. There’s a fine line between pleasure and
pain, and I think mine is pretty far left of center.
Brian
He climbs back up into my lap, which I have to admit is pretty fucking sexy in
a weird, kinky father-and-son kind of way, and perches himself above my
condom-wrapped dick, but I’m not about to let him impale himself like this.
I shake my head as I grip his hips. He looks confused so I just guide his body
off me and then I turn him around to face my desk. I run my hand up his spine
and hold him by the waist as he understands he is supposed to bend over. I
spread his legs and have him rest his arms and head on the desk for support.
Then I sit back down in the chair and bring it up close to him so that my face
is inches from his ass.
I slick my first two fingers with spit and start to work around his hole. His
breathing deepens and he starts to moan before I’m even inside of him. Always
eager…always wanton…very sexy.
I finally slide one and then two fingers inside, circling around and scissoring
them out to stretch all the sensitive parts of him. He lets me continue for a
minute, maybe more, before he gets restless and starts to buck back into my
hand. I grip his hip and whisper, “Easy, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You couldn’t,” he says in a raspy, low, lust-filled voice and I know that he’s
talking about more than the lubeless sex.
Finally,
I trade my fingers for my tongue and listen to his body hum with pleasure. He
whimpers a little when I do tiny figure eights, something I know he loves. I
let the stiff tip of my tongue work like a mini-dick over his prostrate. He
starts getting a little loud and I decide it’s time we got down to it. I’ve
been giving out all the pleasure here, my dick’s feeling a bit neglected.
He stands up the second I take my tongue away and when he turns around I put my
hands to his chest and push him down. I slide him onto the desk until his ass
just perches over the edge and then I raise his legs onto my shoulders. I smile
down at him and he smiles back. His are eyelids so heavy with need he can
barely keep them open.
Justin
Fuck. Me. Brian rimmed me 'cause he didn’t have any lube and he wanted to be
sure he didn’t hurt me. When I finally stand up, he turns me around and lays me
back down on the desk, bringing my legs over his shoulders. I’m so sick with
lust I can’t even argue. I wanted to be in control and let him just sit back
and love every second of this long overdue reunion, but as usual, Brian needs
to feel like he’s in the lead. And as usual, I’ll let him believe that.
His sensation of his tongue roaming around inside me made me impossibly hard
all over again. I know plenty of people think a hard dick is a hard dick, but
there are definitely different degrees to it. The kind of hard I am with Brian
is like, stiffer than steel. I don’t get like this for anyone else. I used to
think it had everything to do with losing my virginity to him. Now I see it has
everything to do with him loving me.
He places the head of his dick just against my hole and then leans down to kiss
me. I feel the stretch in my thighs as he presses my legs to my chest and I
love the way it hurts. He finally pushes into me when our lips meet and our
tongues come together. The force and warmth of it bursts through me. My head
rolls back suddenly as I call his name.
“Brian,” I clutch his skin and run my hands through his hair.
“Say it again,” he whispers softly into my ear.
“Brian,” I answer his plea so willingly.
“Again,” he thrusts deep into me, making my back arch into him with need.
“Brian…Brian…Brian…” I gasp his name each time he pushes deep inside me. I want
him to keep doing that forever and I figure if I keep purring his name then
maybe he will.
I force myself to open my eyes, to watch the way his face looks in the middle
of ecstasy. I can barely look at him when he’s inside of me 'cause it fills me
up so much knowing I make him feel that way. I’ve seen him fuck plenty of other
men and his face never looks like that with anyone but me.
Maybe this is why I knew I could get him back. Of course, I had no clue I could
do it so easily, but I had a good hunch that it wouldn’t take too much. I guess
in the end I smartened up and realized that maybe he did love me. And I
remembered this – this lovemaking. The way it worked so well for both of us. I
knew if he even missed it half as much…even half as much as me that he’d let me
come back. Let me make it up to him again and again. And I will. I promise.
Brian
Mindlessly, I'm pumping in and out of him, running my fingers over the head of
his throbbing dick, letting my mouth dive down and lick his chin. I am flooded
by the memories of how we’ve come this far. There is so fucking much that has
happened to both him and me and us. And there is an ‘us’, maybe I was never
ready to admit that…maybe now I am. I can no longer deny our collective
history. And I’m glad it’s not over, I wasn’t ready for it to end. I’m glad he
came back to me.
I feel my balls lift as my hands roam over his hot, warm, wet, waiting flesh. I
listen to his breath catch in his chest, coming out in ragged gasps. He
whispers my name and I ask him to say it again and again.
I lick up the center of his chest, taking time to suck and bite each nipple
until he whimpers. My five o’clock shadow is rough on his skin, leaving a trail
of red all over him that I soothe with my tongue every few seconds.
I feel his heart through his skin like a tribal drum calling to me. It pulses
and pulses and keeps me moving. My upper lip slick with sweat, I can feel the
moisture collect on the back of his neck as I pull him up to kiss me. I push
harder and harder until he’s nearly screaming, but I can hear the pleasure
inside of the pain and I know he’s all right.
I bend my knees just a little so I can catch a different angle. I hit him where
it counts and then watch him reel from it. I pull back to do it again, but his
hands fly up and he stops me.
My eyes open wide and I start to pause and ask him whether there's something
wrong but I just watch him instead. I suddenly realize, when he holds my upper
arms and clenches his muscles around me, that he wants to be the one driving.
Little prick, I should have seen this coming. He wants to orchestrate every
fucking minute. Well, I guess he’s been the director up to this point, might as
well let him finish the scene.
He raises his hips and draws me back in, clenching around my dick and kneading
his hands against my skin. I bite my bottom lip until it bleeds. I’m not sure I
want him to see how much I need him.
Using his legs hooked behind my back as leverage, he raises and lowers his ass,
holding my stare so he’ll know when I’m coming.
He reaches up to kiss me, but I pull away because of the broken skin. He
doesn’t give a shit and forces my bleeding lip in between both of his, soothing
my self-induced wound. I’ll worry tomorrow.
I let my eyes drift closed again as he takes the reins. He gets me so close to
the edge and backs off...again and again and again.
“Justin,” I plead, and he moves a little faster.
“Please,”
I beg and he finally lets us give in.
We come in a blinding moment of shaking and moaning and liquid heat that mixes
between us and makes us one. I don’t know who’s making what sounds. I just know
it’s nothing like this when he’s not around.
Justin
It wasn't easy, but at the very end I stopped his insane pumping. I was so
ready to get off that I could barely think straight, but I wanted those last
moments to last. I needed to stretch that last bit of anticipation as far as I
could. That’s the best part of an orgasm, building up to it.
When we finally come, I clench down on him so hard I rip a scream from his
throat. My eyes tightly shut, I watch the light show that plays across the
black screen of my eyelids. I feel the warmth move out to every edge of my
body, making me all tingly.
His head comes to rest on my chest as we both try to remember to breathe. I
stroke my fingers over his nape, through his damp, soft hair and think about
how glad I am that I talked myself into walking up here.
I'd stood down on the street in front of the building, rehearsing the things I
would say to him. Nothing made sense; I figured nothing I could say at this
point would make a difference. He was either going to let me back in or slam
the door in my face. I think I was right and the speech I gave about him
needing to take me back was superfluous. He’d probably made up his mind about
us but despite it all, we ended up here and this is the only place I want to
be.
I finally feel his warm lips curve into kisses as he starts to trail up my
chest.
I keep petting his hair and he eventually looks up at me. I smile and he
smirks. I raise an eyebrow questioningly.
“You’re a cocky son of a bitch.” He says matter-of-factly.
“Yep,” I reply with a cocky smile on my face.
“You knew exactly how your day would end when you woke up this morning.”
“Yep,” my grin gets wider and I start to stroke his moist back.
“You were so fucking sure I’d take your sorry ass back.”
“Yep,” this time I have to suppress a giggle because he’s smiling now and it
makes me giddy. Of course, the truth is I wasn’t so sure.
Suddenly he stretches up and bites down on the flesh of my neck.
I hiss response as his tongue snakes out to soothe the wound. Then he leans
back and looks at me again.
“I’m gonna make you pay for this.” He tries to be serious.
“Promise?” Our eyes meet and his smile fades.
“Promise,” he says very quietly before he leans up and plants a perfect kiss on
me.
End
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