Erin
A little story about a little sex between two boys you might know. Happy Birthday
stepn2itc!
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Justin gives his now patented, long-suffering sigh into the phone and Brian
rolls his eyes.
“Don’t roll your fucking eyes at me,” Justin huffs a laugh. Brian laughs back;
he long ago stopped caring that Justin knew him this well.
Justin continues, “You of all people should sympathize with a severe spell of
horniness.”
Brian drags on his cigarette, “Actually, I don’t. When I’m horny I take care
of it.”
Justin feels the slightest pang but dismisses it immediately. His drops his
voice and settles deeper under his covers, “There’s a difference. There’s wanting
to get off and wanting to get off with you.”
Brian adjusts his crotch, curses the engrained reaction he has to that particular
tone in Justin’s voice. He clears his throat and continues to smoke but says
nothing.
Justin continues as Brian knew he would, “You feel the same way, admit it. Fucking
me isn’t like fucking anyone else. There is a distinct and important difference.”
Brian adjusts himself again, berates himself mentally for being such a whore
for Justin’s dirty mouth. “What’s that?” He hears himself asking.
Justin smiles to himself, victory already in his sights, “You love me. You love
fucking me. You love that I know your body better than you do. You love that
I know exactly how to make you crazy, how to make you come in under a minute.”
“Oh yeah?” Brian knows he sounds breathless, there’s more than one reason for
that. “Prove it.”
The knock on Justin’s front door makes him jump three feet straight out of bed.
He looks from the phone in his hand to the door and back again.
“Answer the door, Justin,” now it’s Brian’s turn to be in control.
Justin scrambles to get to the door, pulling the sheet with him and wrapping
it around his waist as he goes. He’s still looking at his cell phone funny and
feeling confused. When he slings the door open Brian stands on the other side,
luggage in one hand, phone in the other and a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Brian!” Justin drops the phone and the sheets and hurls himself into Brian’s
waiting arms.
“Hello naked boy,” Brian says around a laugh and pushes Justin back inside of
his apartment.
“What are you doing? How are you here? Why didn’t you tell me?” Justin’s going
a mile a minute but all Brian wants to do is get back to their conversation.
He’d called Justin after he caught a cab at LaGuardia. He couldn’t have timed
the conversation more perfectly if he’s orchestrated every line.
Brian leans down and presses his lips to Justin. It’s been too long, almost
two months, and they’ve missed this.
“Fuck,” Justin mumbles as he sucks a trail down Brian’s neck, both of them working
to get Brian out of his suit in record time.
Brian’s breathless and nearly growling, “Now what about making me come in under
a minute.”
Justin drops to his knees. He has Brian’s cock in his mouth and a hand kneading
his balls immediately. Brian realizes this won’t be a fair indicator of the
truth in that statement because it’s been a couple months and while the phone
sex is all well and good, he has been craving this…needing it.
Brian does come fast, maybe in two minutes. But it’s record time nonetheless.
He turns to the couch and plops down, running a hand through his hair and pulling
Justin to sit in his lap.
“C’mere,” Justin pulls on his hand instead of sitting down.
Brian opens one eye, “Give me a minute.”
“No way old man. I was the horny one. You are going to come fuck me properly
in my bed right now.”
Brian laughs, Justin’s still insatiable after all this time. When he thinks
about how he felt when Justin left for New York he feels ridiculous. If he ever
believed they could stay away from each other he was clearly delusional. It’s
been three years and a lot of frequent flyer miles going both ways, but it works.
Other than the occasional severe spell of horniness it absolutely works.
Brian lets Justin pull him up off the couch and take him to the bedroom. Each
time Brian comes to stay he bitches about the full size bed that Justin adamantly
refuses to let him replace. Justin argues that a king size will take up the
entire room. As far as Brian’s concerned the only thing a bedroom requires is
a bed. They are both equally amused by the long standing argument and would
probably miss it if it were gone.
“God the bed!” Brian bitches.
“Stop, I’m too horny to fight about it.” Justin pushes Brian down and flicks
on the light. Brian smirks, most couples would turn the light off.
“Fucking hell I am so glad you’re here,” Justin launches himself onto Brian
and starts rubbing all over him.
“Me too,” Brian whispers, reaching down to tug on Justin’s cock. Justin yelps,
he’s so hard it’s nearly painful.
“Hurry up,” Justin leans down and laps at Brian’s dick. He takes the head in
his mouth and sucks hard until he can feel the blood filling in and the familiar
stiffening begin. He runs his nose down the back side of Brian’s cock, ending
at his balls and breathing in deep.
“I think I miss the way you taste the most,” Justin sighs and reaches for a
condom. He rolls it on Brian and then gets on his knees.
“Hey,” Brian says reaching around to work a finger inside of Justin.
Justin pushes his hand away, “No, I needed to get fucked a month ago.” And then
he’s pushing down on Brian’s cock and they’re both letting out low moans and
the severe spell is coming to a close.
Justin rides Brian hard and fast. His legs shake from the effort and beads of
sweat form on his forehead. He murmurs dirty words mixed with romantic platitudes
and it all makes Brian incredibly happy he caught the earlier flight. He’s only
here for a little more than a day. But that’s just short enough to convince
Justin not to get out of bed and just long enough to hold them both over for
another few weeks until Justin’s home for Jennifer’s birthday.
Brian thinks about fucking Justin in a proper size bed and for more than just
a couple of nights and comes.
“Fuck, fuck,” Justin jumps and wiggles and keeps pushing down hard on Brian’s
cock. He loves it when Brian comes first. The tremors moving out his cock and
into Justin and making him come moments later.
Justin brings them bottled beer and Brian eyes him suspiciously.
“You knew I was coming?”
Justin smirks, “Eventually. If I whined for one more night about how horny I
was I knew it’d get you on a plane. You’re becoming predictable, old man.”
“Predictable?” Brian’s eyebrows go up as he drains his beer.
Before Justin has a chance to nod Brian has him flipped on his back with his
legs in the air, “We’ll see about that.”
End
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