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Brian and Justin’s POVs
NC 17
Justin
“Some asshole told me that if you believe in something strongly enough you have
to be willing to sacrifice everything.”
The change in my eyes is barely perceptible, the catch in my breath is very
quiet, but I can tell he knows. I can tell he understands how those words
affect me.
I swallow as his eyebrows rise. He’s waiting for my acceptance, my approval. I
just kiss him. Slow, soft, inviting, revealing…a simple kiss can say much more
than any response I could verbalize.
We part and I look into his eyes. For the first fucking time since I’ve known
this amazing man, I feel like maybe I understand him. Maybe I actually get
Brian. I feel like I really see who he is. Maybe for the first time.
I lean down again, kissing him just as softly as before, but letting my lips
linger.
I pull away and look at him again. It’s too much, my eyes get a little moist
but I quickly blink away the threat of tears. He pretends he doesn’t notice.
He wraps his long fingers around the back of my neck and pulls my face towards
him. Just as our lips are about to touch, he stops. All I can see are his eyes,
wide and deep and revealing. Brian’s eyes have always made me insane, so
utterly mysterious and hauntingly beautiful. And suddenly, they’re also so
telling…
Our foreheads touch, our lips brush and I can feel his warm breath wash over
me.
“Kiss me,” I finally whisper. And he does.
His tongue snakes slowly through the confines of my mouth. It retraces every path
it’s explored a million times before. Every time Brian kisses me, I feel the
world slow down. Maybe that’s how I’ve always known…
I roll on top of him and my hands start to wander. I feel the soft fabric of
his designer shirt and the rougher texture of his faded jeans. I move until our
hips are even and our groins push together. He sighs into my mouth and starts
to kiss me with more intensity.
Totally breathless, I pull away and smirk at him. “Door’s open.” I try to move
away so I can get off the bed and solve that problem. But his hands, firmly
planted on my hips, don’t let me get too far.
“Fuck it,” he growls at me, rolling me over to pin me to the bed. “It’s not
like there’s anything to steal,” he chuckles as he licks my lips – but I know
it pains him to think about his lack of material possessions at the moment. I
could give him a speech about how much richer his soul is for having done this,
but I don’t think he needs to hear it. Instead, I’ll make him feel better the
best way I know how.
Brian
I trap Justin under my weight and tell him to forget about the open door. If
anyone wants to hear or see us fuck that badly (and I know the waiting list for
that particular show is actually quite long), they’re welcome to come on in and
take a seat.
I slide my body over his and start to kiss him again. I catch the glimmer in
his eye just before our lips connect and something about the way he looks at me
takes me back. Back to a time when he expected so much more of me and thought I
was a much better person than I actually was. He’s looking at me now with
renewed hope, with that same glimmer of anticipation over who I might become.
Maybe this time I’m actually up for the challenge.
He’s grown up so much it frightens me. And I’ve watched it all. I’ve even had a
hand in it. But I’m not taking any credit for the good stuff.
Of course, I’m sure he looks at me and thinks the same thing. Thinks he’s
watched me grow up and shaped me somehow. And I suppose that’s true.
My fingertips trail over his skin with a feather-soft touch. He loves to be
touched really lightly, it makes him tingle and gets him hard fast.
He grunts and thrusts his hips toward me as I start to undress him. He pulls at
my clothes at the same time. We’re naked in an instant. I’m impressed by our
deftness for shedding one another of any and all articles of clothing.
He rolls us over, taking control. He pins my arms at my sides and starts to
lick and nip my stomach and hips. He runs his nose over my crotch, inhaling
deeply. The simple gesture makes me moan.
“Fuuuuuck,” my body hums as Justin sucks hard on the purple tip of my swollen
cock.
He’s working his tongue in fast circles around the top, stopping each time he
reaches the back of the sensitive head to give it a flick. Fingers wrapping around
the base, he suddenly takes me all in and swallows.
This boy was born to suck dick.
Any
asshole who argues that people aren’t born gay should just feel the way his
tongue works the underside of my shaft while he swallows me, letting the tip of
my dick bump the back of his throat until I scream as the mind-bending orgasm I
have every time he sucks me off rips through my body. I don’t think I’d hear
any more arguments from the naysayers once they’d experienced his magic. It’s
an innate talent; no one can learn to do anything this well.
My back arches as my body struggles to get closer to him. I try to feed him my
cock. Fuck, it fucking feels so fucking good.
I could live like this. Attached to him, inside of him, writhing under him. I
could die like this.
Ah shit. I hiss and he laughs a little, closing his mouth around me again.
Takes me right to the edge and then feigns disinterest, backs off until I calm
down. Sprinkling kisses on my thighs while he pets my stomach. Then he works me
over again until I’m just about there. Right on the edge. Ready to soar into
sweet oblivion. Then he pulls me back, denies me the pleasure. Fucking little
masochist, loves making us both wait. I’ll get him back later.
“Justin,” I warn with bated breath.
His eyes roll up to meet mine as a sly smile appears at the corners of his
mouth.
I thrust my hips, hard.
“Justin,” I repeat. But this time it’s more of a moan as his tongue starts to
work it’s magic on me again.
“Don’t stop,” it’s a whimper, more than a command.
He doesn’t.
Thank God.
Uuuuuuuuuh. Finally.
Spine curls, body twitches, bite my bottom lip and let it all go. Let him drink
it down as his tongue swirls around the painfully sensitive head. He’s so
careful and so relentless all at the same time. I roar from the sensation and
the familiar satisfaction.
Justin
I love blowing Brian until he comes. He usually doesn’t let me get that far, he
likes to come while he’s fucking or being fucked. But every once in a while he
endures a long, slow blowjob. I just love watching his face cloud with ecstasy
as his eyes roll back in his head. My mouth stuffed full of his dick all the
while.
I love how I’ve learned to take him all in and just let his dick rest down my
throat. My nose tickled by his pubes, my lips curled around the base of his
cock. I could let his long, thick dick live inside of my mouth now.
I love it when the tip bumps the back of my throat and the way his body
shudders when I swallow around his cock. I love dragging my bottom teeth up the
vein on the underside until he cries out from the delicious pain of it. I love
sucking on that sensitive spot just behind the head until he whimpers and
thrusts his hips demanding more. I love rolling his balls on my tongue and
licking his perineum while I work my hands up and down his shaft. I could suck
his dick forever.
After he comes he rolls onto his side, breathing deep and milking the last
waves of his orgasm for all they’re worth. I slide up behind him and wrap my
arms around his waist.
I kiss his ear, “It’s gonna be okay.”
He nods, but keeps his back to me. Seems like a long time goes by. But when I’m
with Brian, hours turn to minutes and minutes turn to hours and I often lose
the ability to gauge time.
“What if he wins?” His whisper nearly startles me. The question, said on pained
breath, stings my ears and makes my heart ache. I don’t have an answer for him.
The bastard might still win.
“We’ll keep fighting,” I finally say as I kiss the soft skin on the side of his
neck. I back up and roll him towards me. Run my hand up his chest and over the
side of his face. I really look at him; look into the eyes that suddenly tell
me everything.
He just smiles at me, a small smile that's too forced to be sincere. “I don’t
have much fight left.” He sounds so defeated it makes my throat tight.
“Yes, you do. And I’m always right behind you.” My eyes grow serious as I hold
his gaze. I want him to understand what I’m telling him. I’ll always be here,
always. No matter what happens, I won’t ever let him down again.
He nods slowly, letting me know he’s heard all the things I didn’t say.
Finally he smiles, a real smile this time.
“Right now, I think I’d like to be behind you.” We both laugh as he rolls me
onto my stomach and positions himself on all fours behind me.
His tongue trails down my spine, leaving a wet track that cools in the
mid-afternoon air and makes me shiver.
He rubs my legs as he parts them and runs his lips up the insides of my thighs.
There’s no doubt in my mind we’re going to win this fight. I’d bet my life on
it. Brian and I make the perfect team. I’d say we’re a safe bet.
**
When the newscasters announce that Councilman Deekins has officially won the
mayoral race, my heart soars and my ears roar from the shrieks of delight that
fill Woody’s. I look around, drinking in the sight of hundreds of elated
queers. It’s beautiful.
I
feel a hand touch the small of my back and I turn to find Brian, smiling so
widely his head might split in half. In that moment, when I witness how amazed
and satisfied and happy he is with the outcome of our battle, I love him so
much it hurts.
He pulls me toward him until our bodies collide and then he snakes a hand
around the back of my neck and kisses me until I’m breathless. When we finally
pull apart, we just grin at one another for what seems like an eternity. We’d
probably stay like this forever if Deb and Vic weren’t each pulling on one of
Brian’s arms and screaming their congratulations. I release him, both of us
still smiling with our eyes locked on one another. I watch him hug everyone who
approaches as I quietly back away to the bar. I order two double shots of JB,
never taking my eyes off him.
I pay for the drinks and pull up a stool, waiting for the line of people
pulling and tugging at Brian to disappear. Eventually he breaks free of the
masses and works his way through the crowd toward me. I don’t think I’ve
stopped smiling.
I hand him a drink and we clink glasses, silently congratulating each other on
a job well done. It seems Rage and JT really might save the world after all. Of
course, I never doubted it for a minute. I was pretty sure we were a safe bet.
Brian
We walk out of Woody’s to join the street party. Every queer and freak in the
city is waving a pride flag and shaking their ass to the beat as we revel in
this amazing victory. I can’t act like it’s a big deal, because I have to act
like I knew we’d win. Of course, I’m soaring on the inside. If I’d spent a
hundred thousand bucks and the end result had gone the other way - well let’s
just say it wouldn’t have been a pretty scene.
A remix of a New World song from the 80s that I always liked fills the air and
I take Justin’s hand as we walk down the front steps of the bar. His arm slides
behind me as we take in the sight of the celebration.
“Thanks to Rage, the streets of Gayopolis are once again safe for perverts.” He
smiles widely as he looks out at the crowd. I feel his hand, warm the back of
my neck and watch his face fill with pride and wonder at what we’ve
accomplished…together. Something in me shifts, I can feel a physical reaction
to his happiness going on inside of me. It feels warm and good and right. We
feel really right.
He catches me staring and I wipe the dumb love-struck look off my face in an
instant. I can feel this way, but I’m not sure he can know it yet. I raise my
eyebrow at him, making a stupid face to lighten the moment.
“What are you doing?” He laughs at my idiocy. Little does he know…
“I’m using my powers of mind control,” thank God he can’t actually read my
mind.
He gives me a tranced-out look and replies in a monotone voice, “Drop your
pants, bend over.” We both laugh.
He shakes his head, casting off my spell. Thank God he can’t really shake me
that easily. I’d be in deep-shit trouble.
“Surely you can use your amazing super powers for something more constructive
than that.” He challenges me with a smirk. I have to laugh at the irony of his
statement. If Justin thinks there’s anything on the planet more worthwhile to
me than him, well then he doesn’t know the half of it.
“Try as I might, I can’t come up with anything else,” I shrug and wonder if he
gets the double meaning of this conversation.
We stare at each other for a long moment. The warmth and wonder in me turns
into a familiar burning in my gut that tells me we’ll be going home soon.
Thoughts of wild victory sex are dancing in my head when I hear my name cut
through the noise of the crowd.
Wild-eyed and out of breath, Mikey and Hunter come barreling up the steps. I
don’t even think I want to know where the fuck they’ve been.
“Hey, you’re late for the party,” I feign disinterest.
In tandem, Mikey and Hunter tell the tale of Hunter's mother chasing him down,
cops on hand to arrest the queers. I shake my head in disbelief at this mess
that Mikey and Ben have gotten themselves into.
“I took him and I ran.” Michael finishes his side of the story. When I respond
with an apathetic glance, he shoots back at me, “I had to do something!” The
look on his face and the look on Hunter’s tells me they did the right thing. It
took fucking balls to haul ass like that. I have to give them credit, I
suppose.
“So you risked it all?” I smile as I remind Mikey of our conversation about my
recently incurred debt.
“Mikey, you are so…” I trail off, unsure of what I want to say. Brave? Noble?
Crazy?
“Pathetic, I know.” He finished my statement, but not with the word I was
looking for.
“What am I gonna do now?” He’s come here to find me, to ask me to guide him.
And just as I have for the last 15 years, I do.
“Go for it.” I grab the ‘Vette’s keys from my pocket and toss them toward him.
He clutches them in his hot little hands and looks up at me as if I’ve given
him the world. Hardly, Mikey…hardly.
“You sure?” As if he has to ask.
I
look over to Hunter, see the familiar fear in his eyes – scared to go home to
your own parents. I see the bravado he’s wearing like an overcoat and I realize
for a moment how similar we truly are.
“I lived with a mother, it’s a fate worse than birth.” I give them both a coy
smile and then lean down as Mikey takes my head in his hands and brushes his
lips against mine.
“Use high test,” I’m being completely serious, but they just laugh.
Then they’re gone. Off into the night, on the road to God-knows-where. And I’m
left here. Without a car, without a job, without any fucking clue as to what
I’m going to do next.
But I have him…and I have this moment. And somehow it’s more than I’ve ever
had. It’s maybe even more than I ever wanted.
Justin sighs behind me after the men on the run are gone.
“Jesus Christ, Brian - now you don’t even have a car,” as if he gives a shit.
“Yeah, I guess I’ve lost everything,” I mutter and roll my eyes. I start to
descend the steps knowing he’ll catch on in 5, 4, 3, 2…
“Not everything,” He throws an arm across my shoulders and pulls my body to
his.
Bingo, Sunshine. I knew he’d catch on. Good thing too, we all know I refuse to
state the obvious. And this one…well it’s really fucking obvious. You could
even bet on it…
I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty*
End
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