Brian/Justin
NC-17
Spoilers: ep 401 (though barely)...
As my nose hits the wall and his hands grip my hips I’m laughing. The warm air from my mouth collides with the cool brick in front of me and creates moisture on my skin.
Yes, he always has to be on top. Truer words were never spoken. Although, I will say these days there’s more give and take than there’s ever been before. He’s letting me in. He’s realizing that his life revolves around an ‘us’. I’m the first ‘us’ Brian’s ever been a part of. It’s a good feeling.
He’s openly calling me his partner, he asked me to move back in. He consults me on little things from which take-out place to order dinner from to which shirt he should wear to Babylon. And yeah, these are little things but this is Brian and the little things are the amazing things. He’s got grand gestures down to a science, but if you want him to ask you what you need from the market, forget about it.
It’s a fucked up life we live, but it’s a good one.
I feel his hard-on grind into my ass. He unbuttons my pants and starts to slide them down. There is no part of me that’s embarrassed about fucking in the backroom anymore. And maybe that takes something away from it. My cheeks don’t blush, my blood doesn’t rush, it’s become par for the course. But, sometimes I’ll feel eyes on us, some guy jerking off and panting in a corner and it turns me on. It reminds me that Brian and I should share this with the world because, after all, we’re the fucking hottest thing this backroom has ever seen.
I spin around, catching him off guard. My pants slip down off of my ass. I stand still and defiant, just watching him. He looks me up and down, puts his hands flat on the wall on either side of my head. Then he stares at me, his expression unwavering. I’m getting harder by the second. I smile and he smiles back. He knows what I’m thinking. He’s waiting to see if I have the balls.
He shakes his head almost imperceptibly. I nod mine and bite my bottom lip. He shakes his again and pushes against my shoulder, trying to roll me to face the wall again. I push back, grip his shoulder and push him toward the wall. I get him pressed against it and I slide over behind him, letting my dick push between his thighs, right under his ass. The swollen tip hits the denim and I jump a little.
He laughs and shakes his head some more, but he’s not resisting. He doesn’t
resist me much anymore. He lets me have my way with him when I ask, and in
return I don’t ask too often.
I’m asking now.
I grind against him, getting into the little dry hump. I unbutton his jeans and slide my hands down the front, feeling to see how hard he is. Rock hard. No shock there. He wants me to fuck him and we both know it. He wants the fifty guys back here to watch because he knows that’s at the top of the list of things that make me crazy. And he knows that I’ll be returning the favor for weeks, maybe months. It happened once before and I think his dick recalls the experience fondly.
There will be blowjobs and hand jobs and sex in strange places and sex with strangers and a lot of me getting naked and being subservient and doing exactly what Brian wants me to do. Which frankly, all makes me perfectly happy. And I’d do it all anyway, so why not let him think it’s penance I’m paying for fucking his little ass for all of gay Pittsburgh to see.
He sighs and pushes back against me. I grip his hips and push them to the wall. He bends his knees. I bit my tongue trying not to moan. For me to fuck Brian he needs to be a little shorter. When he bends his knees it means there’s no turning back.
I bite his neck and whisper in his ear. Through the thump thump of base and the ‘oh god’ of the moans filling the room he hears me thank him in language he would appreciate.
“I’m gonna fuck you until your eyes roll back in your head and you beg like a little bitch for me to let you come,” I try to make it sounds as sexy-threatening as possible, but he just laughs.
That’s the good thing about me and Brian and sex, it’s always hot, always damn near perfect and pretty much always funny. When I was a teenager, well I guess I still am so maybe I should say when I was a virgin, I always thought the best quality in a lover would be someone I could laugh with in bed. Turns out, I was right. I was wise for my age.
I pull my dick out of my pants and slide it against his ass crack, “I’ll make you beg me to fuck you in front of all these horny men and won’t that be the talk of the town tomorrow.”
He grunts and pushes back against me. He’d bite his tongue off before he begged me to fuck him in front of anyone. Of course when we’re alone…well that’s a different story.
For someone so fucking sexually liberated it just floors me that Brian has any reservations about his sexual practices at all. I mean, I know getting fucked by your much younger lover when you have the reputation of the city’s most brutal top isn’t the most macho thing to do, but every bitch back here has a prostate. Whether they’re tops or bottoms they know that sometimes you just need to get fucked.
“Condom,” I say as I suck the back of his neck where it curves at the top of his spine.
“Do I need to give you the Boy Scout lecture?” He hands me one of the dozen he shoved in his pockets when we left the loft. Brian always was an over achiever.
When I slide into him he bends his knees a little further, gotta be murder on his thighs. I use the balls of my feet to move up and down, slide in and out. His forehead is pressed to the wall, his eyes look down at the ground. I hold his waist steady when he starts to shake.
It doesn’t take two minutes for him to start pushing back on me, wanting it deeper and harder and more. When Brian gets fucked he likes to feel it in every inch of his body. Guess he feels like if we’ve gotten this far he might as well get everything out of it. Sometimes I think I could turn him into a full-time bottom yet. Of course, I wouldn’t dare. There would surely be a price on my head as soon as the boys in this city got wind of my dirty deed.
I rut against him, we’re pulling and pushing and panting and pleading (well I’m pleading, Brian’s biting through his tongue suppressing the moans). I do hear a little ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ escape when we’re getting close to a finish.
The second he comes I feel him clamp down, wrenching my orgasm from me. Even if he doesn’t do it very often, Brian’s a damn good bottom. I come with a shout, rounding out my little display with a theatrical finish. I push into him through a few subtle aftershocks before I pull out completely.
He pulls his pants up, tucks himself in and fixes his hair before I even have the condom off my dick.
“Drink?” he raises his eyebrows, pretending he doesn’t feel twenty pairs of eyes on him.
I nod, fix myself up and then follow him out. When we’re back in the club,
music blaring and lights flashing, I slip my hand into his. He looks over his
shoulder to me after he shouts a drink order. Then he looks down at our hands
and gives me a small smile. He pulls his hand away and smirks, “Don’t push your
luck son.”
I laugh as I grab my wallet, “I’m seriously paying for this round.”
“Oh, you’ll be paying me back for a while.” He rubs his ass with a good measure of exaggeration and we both laugh. Like I said, he loves to think he’ll be making me pay for that for months to come. And, I’m happy to let him.
We down our shots and let our eyes roam the dance floor. I’m waiting for Brian to point out a conquest when he grabs my arm.
“Wanna get out of here?” He shouts in my ear. I flinch at the question, guess it just surprises me.
“Yeah,” I shout back as I follow him through the crowd and out of the club.
In the street he sticks his hands in his pockets and looks for a cab, it’s still a little cold out.
“We could walk,” I say quietly. It’s not that far to the loft, couple of miles.
“Yeah,” he nods as he starts to head that direction.
A block from Babylon he turns to me and smiles, it’s open and unexpected.
“I really just wanted a drink,” he throws an arm over my shoulders and I fall in step beside him.
“I really just wanted a fuck."
“Mission accomplished,” he laughs and squeezes me a little.
It’s a fucked up life we live, but it’s a good one.
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