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Ever After...
Epilogue for The Kane Series
Brian, Justin and Kane’s POV
Note: This picks up about a year after the Kane Series ended.
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May 15th, 2004
Brian
Fuck. Could we be any later to the goddamned airport? They tell you to
show up two hours before your flight; thanks to work and ridiculous traffic
we’re barely here 20 minutes before take off.
“Hurry up,” I quietly hiss to light a fire under Justin as we get out of the
cab that crawled through downtown traffic on its way to the airport. I snarl at
the driver who clearly didn’t understand enough English to realize that when I
said “hurry” I meant “move your fucking ass.”
“I’m hurrying,” Justin says exasperatedly. I don’t want to start this trip out
on a bad note, but it’s out of my hands at this point. My mood is quickly going
from bad to worse.
We stand in the long, theme park-like line that winds its way to the bank of
check-in counters. I nervously tap my foot and wish I’d had a cigarette before
we came in. The thought of going without a smoke for another 10 hours turns my
stomach.
The stress must be showing all over my face 'cause suddenly I feel Justin’s
hand lazily moving in circles on my back. My first instinct is to be irritated
that he’s trying to soothe me, but it actually feels really good so I just sigh
and let him continue. We wheel our ridiculous amount of luggage along the line.
I listen to other travelers talk about their comings and goings. I check my
pockets for our passports and plane tickets. I lean over and brush my lips against
Justin’s for the briefest moment as we reach the front of the line.
Justin
“Bri?”
“What?” As he responds, he turns away from me to hand the check-in clerk our
ID's and itineraries. She hands him boarding passes as he answers the standard
questions about where our baggage has been and what kind of shit we’re
smuggling overseas.
“Brian?” I say again, this time my voice wavers a little. It gets his
attention.
His brow furrows when he sees my face, “What is it? Here, give her your
luggage.”
I do as I’m told and watch my big suitcase go down the conveyor belt towards
God-knows where.
“I really have to go to the bathroom.”
“Shit J, the plane’s boarding.”
“I know, but it can’t wait.”
Brian takes my carry-on bag out of my hand and nods his head in the direction
of the nearest restroom. I take off without another word.
When I finish relieving myself, I hurry back to the spot where I left him. He
ushers us quickly through the airport and to the terminal where our plane
awaits. I feel the butterflies in my stomach as we hustle through security and
onto the already-boarding plane. We sit in a pair of big, beige leather
first-class seats and I think about how there isn’t any other way to travel,
especially internationally. Locking my seatbelt in place, I actually breathe
for the first time in over a day.
Brian chuckles from the seat next door.
“What?”
“Didn’t think we’d make it?” He raises an eyebrow.
I roll my eyes. “Please. Who was the one freaking out over every detail of this
trip for the last month? Wear your crown proudly King Anal, you earned it.”
“When you’re right, you’re right. I am definitely the king of all things anal.”
He gives me a mischievous smirk that makes me wonder how we’ll make it the next
10 hours without groping each other senseless. Guess we’ll just have to try.
When the plane starts to taxi on the runway I settle back in my seat and let my
mind wander to just a few weeks ago when this whole thing started…
April 11th, 2004
Justin
When I wake up, I instinctively reach out to touch Brian. Since the alarm
hasn’t gone off yet, I don’t know why his body isn’t intertwined with mine like
it always is. I sit up to find his side of the bed empty. I look around for a
second before I hear the shower running. How bizarre, he never gets up before
the alarm, we both sleep far too little as it is.
I start to get up so that I can go ask him why he’s already out of bed and in
the shower when I see a folded piece of paper with my name on it sitting on his
pillow. I sit up and fold my legs under me, gingerly pulling the paper into my
hands. I study Brian’s careful, nondescript handwriting on the front and wonder
what the hell this could be. I open the paper and read the short note.
“J – You and me tearing up London. Sound like fun? Good, we’re going the
11th-20th of next month. Come show me how much you love me. B”
Holy. Shit.
Brian is taking me to London.
Brian is taking ME to LONDON.
Of course, he didn’t ask me if I had plans first. But, of course, at this point
he knows every time I take a piss so it isn’t like he wasn’t sure I was free.
And we have talked about going over to stay with his friend Ewan a few times.
And I’ve always wanted to see London! Hell-fucking-yeah! This is going to be
awesome.
Brian
Until the second I wrote the note I had no clue how I’d tell Justin I was
taking him to London. I woke up early this morning and watched him sleep for a
while. Seeing his peaceful face and thinking back on what a good year we’ve
had, I decided that today was the day.
Ewan and I were on the phone about 6 weeks ago when he brought up, again, that
Justin and I should come stay with him and his boyfriend for a holiday. He
knows I work too hard and he also knew I’d been thinking about taking Justin
somewhere. He hasn’t really been anywhere, just up and down the east coast on
family vacations as a kid. It’s high time he started to do some real traveling.
Artists need inspiration to fuel their creative souls…or something like that.
I finally agreed to let Ewan host us for a few days. I told him we’d come stay
with him and Justin (this same-name thing is really weird to me) for four or
five days and then I wanted to travel up to Scotland and go over to Ireland. I
haven’t been in a long time and I miss the air in Dublin. I fell in love with
the country when I studied at Trinity for a semester in college. Great men,
great beer, great accents…can’t ask for more than that.
So before I hopped in the shower, I wrote Justin a little note. I figured he’d
wake up while I was in the bathroom because he has some internal alarm that
tells him when I’m no longer in bed. He says he can’t sleep without me
next to him; while I tell him that’s bullshit, I kind of feel the same way.
I was running a washcloth roughly over my balls, aggravating my neglected
morning hard-on, when I heard the stall door open. I forced myself not to turn
around and to keep washing.
His hands snaked around and relinquished me of my cleaning duties.
“I hear Big Ben is beautiful at night,” he whispered into my back as he slid
down to his knees to show me his gratitude. Then just before he slid his tongue
into my ass he added, “But probably not as beautiful as you.”
It was a sugary sweet, sappy fucking morning, I will tell you that - lots of
kissing and smiling and being giddy. I admit that it was fun to see how happy
he was about the trip. But that level of delight was killed by the logistics of
passports and accommodations and arrangements a few days later. Which, frankly,
was a good thing – I can only handle so much sugar in my diet.
May 15th, 2004
Justin
Brian feeds us both Valium and orders Bloody Mary's just after take off. Within
minutes of downing the drink, my eyelids are fighting to stay open.
Brian takes my hand into his lap and strokes my palm with his fingers.
“Go to sleep. You won’t miss anything.” He smiles sweetly at me just before I
lose the battle and give in to the slumber that waits.
It feels like days have gone by when I finally wake up.
Brian’s got his seat reclined and is peacefully reading a book. I stretch and
yawn as I try to get my brain to catch up with my body.
“Hey,” he looks over at me.
“Hey,” I smile back.
“Three hours,” he answers before I ask the question. That makes me smile.
“Wow! Did you sleep at all?”
“For a little while.” He goes back to reading, so I reach into my carry-on bag
– stowed properly under the seat in front of me, I might add – and pull out my
sketchpad and a pencil. I have a few drawings started that need a lot of
shading work. Now is the perfect time.
Brian
When he finally wakes up after more than three hours of heavy sleeping, I
realize that I’m jealous he slept so long. I don’t let it show though, because
I’m glad he got to take that long a nap. He should sleep now; the jet lag later
will be hard on him later.
After a brief conversation, I go back to the book I’m reading, because it’s
really pretty good. Then he pulls out his sketchbook and starts to draw. I
watch his hand move gracefully over the page, and just like every time I’ve
watched him draw since the bashing, I marvel at how perfectly he’s recovered
and then I think about how close he came to never being able to do that again.
The quick flood of emotions is something I’ve learned to deal with. It happens
far too often for me to let it affect me too much.
We’d both been at our solitary activities for at least two hours when Justin
suddenly reaches up and punches the button for a flight attendant. I look at
him and wait for an explanation, but it doesn’t come.
When the attendant magically appears beside us, Justin leans over me a bit as
if to speak to her privately, “Can we please have a couple of blankets, pillows
and bottles of water?”
She smiles sweetly and says, “Of course.” His patented smile and boyish, polite
demeanor makes her feel like fulfilling his request is an honor she should
relish. He has that affect on people…especially in the bedroom.
Justin
Brian and I were both going about our business as the flight hummed along when
I called the flight attendant over and asked her for blankets and pillows. She
quickly returns with the requested items. I flash her a mega-watt smile and
then start to move around. I stow the bottles of water on the floor and then
take my sketchpad and put it away. I take Brian’s book out of his hands and put
in the pocket in front of him as he watches me in rapt wonder.
After covering each of us with a blanket, I hand him one of the pillows and
smile.
“Keep it in your lap.” I move mine beside me, as I don’t really need it. It
isn’t part of the plan; I just thought I might get sleepy again later.
I reach under my blanket, snake my hand over the armrest between us and
under Brian’s blanket. I let my fingers trace a line over his jean-clad dick as
I lock my eyes on him, challenging him with my intent gaze.
He lifts his eyebrows, but doesn’t say a word. It’s as if he wonders if I’ll
actually do this. I would think by this point it would be clear that I
absolutely will.
I slowly, very slowly, pull down his zipper, hoping that no one hears the
familiar noise. I slip a few fingers inside the opening as I reach across him
with my free hand to adjust the pillow in his lap to ensure it will hide the
erection I’m about to give him.
I knew he didn’t have any underwear on, which is a plus now. When we were
rushing to get dressed for the airport, I saw him opt not to wear any and I
chastised him, but only because I was afraid he would be searched at security
and forced to drop his pants in front of hundreds of strangers. He found it
amusing that I even thought for a second that would bother him. I guess it was
a ridiculous thing to be concerned about.
I start to stroke him while his dick is still in his jeans. I move my hand up
and down, side to side, just brushing him lightly with my warm fingers. I see
him stifle a gasp when I run my index finger over his now-leaking slit. He
turns to face me as he rests his head back on his chair. He folds his hands
over the pillow in his lap, putting pressure on my hand hidden underneath as it
works him over.
I start to touch him with more pressure and intent. I slide his still-growing
dick out of the open fly and let it move fully against the palm of my hand. I
work hard to control myself. My urge to jerk him off vigorously is maddening.
Our breathing synchronizes as my eyes flit around the first-class cabin to see
if anyone’s noticed what we’re doing. The thrill of being caught while we’re
doing this is overwhelming. I bite my bottom lip hard and then lick it to
soothe the sting. We glare at one another, both working hard to retain our few
remaining ounces of willpower. I’ve never needed to kiss Brian so badly and I’m
about two seconds away from ripping these blankets off our laps, dropping my
pants and mounting him right here in plain sight of all the other first-class
passengers.
Brian
I wasn’t sure what he had planned until his hand moved into my lap. I thought
maybe he just wanted to touch my leg or hold my hand and felt it would be
better to do so privately. I didn’t really expect a full-on hand job while we
were in our fucking seats.
It occurred to me Justin might ask to join the mile-high club; I’d be lying if
I didn’t admit that doing it at 30,000 feet was hot all three times I’ve had
the opportunity. Something about the confined space and the danger of being
caught is enough to send anyone into instant orgasm. But truthfully, it’s risky
and not so comfortable…and well, I just wasn’t sure I wanted to go there with
him.
Now here I sit with his fist around my cock in a location where any one of
three hundred strangers could walk by at any second. It’s making me fucking
horny as hell.
He pulls my dick all the way out and starts really moving on it. My back arches
a little and I have to look away from his lust-filled gaze for a minute. I’m
going to start moaning if I don’t check myself.
“Brian,” he whispers. Not to get my attention, but to tell me he loves this. I
look back over at him as his tongue slicks his cherry-colored lips for the
millionth time. I turn my head, practically biting through my bottom lip as he
works his hand over the tip of my dick and fingers my slit. That final pass
sends me right into a warm, perfect tingling orgasm.
Being forced to hold my composure and be silent makes coming that much more
fun. He cups his hand around the end of my dick to capture my come. I’m trying to
breathe through my nose and stay quiet, but finally my lungs win and I have to
drag in a deep, ragged breath through my mouth.
“Hand
me one of those napkins,” he nods to the pocket in front of me where he’d
stored a few extra when we were served drinks.
I do as instructed and watch him stealthy move them under the blanket to clean
up his hand. Then he takes out the airsickness bag and opens it, inserting the
evidence of our deed. He wraps the bag up neatly and sticks it back in the
pocket to await the next trash collection.
He leans over and plants a soft kiss on my lips before casting the blanket off
his lap.
“It’s fucking hot under there,” he mumbles.
“Yes it is,” I smile at him as I lean back to zip myself up.
I lean over to talk quietly into his ear, “Don’t you want a turn, little boy?”
When he shakes his head, I lean back to give him a questioning look.
“I don’t think I could come,” he whispers to me. “Too much pressure.”
I laugh at him, “But you knew I would?”
He nods and smiles, “You’re less inhibited than I am.”
I settle back in my seat, disappointed that he won’t let me reciprocate. After
a long moment I look at him again, “Well the Brits are a liberal bunch. Maybe
they’ll loosen you up a bit.”
“Oh I think I’m loose enough,” He laughs.
I lean over and let our lips touch for just a moment, “Nah, last time I checked
you were deliciously tight.” Now we both laugh as we lean back and get ready to
relax for the last leg of our flight.
May 16th, 2004
Justin
When the plane touches down in London, the captain announces that the local
weather is 15 degrees and raining. I frown at Brian, but he smiles back at me.
“Welcome to jolly ol’ England lad,” he smirks.
“That’s fucking cold!” I say shocked.
He smiles, “It’s 15 degrees Celsius.”
“Oh,” I reply, feeling dumb, “so what does that convert to?”
“Around 60,” Brian fucking knows everything. It’s nice.
I start to smile to myself as I gather all of my stuff. A little cold and a
little rainy is just how London should be.
Brian
We get off that god-forsaken plane and make a beeline for the baggage claim.
I’ve been to Heathrow a million times so I just tell Justin to keep up with me
as I tear through the familiar airport.
We have all of our stuff and in no time, we’re out waiting in line for a taxi.
Ewan wanted to pick us up at the airport, but I insisted he not rearrange his
day for us. I know what Fridays are like in the corporate world, a living hell,
and I told him we’d find our way to his house and let ourselves in if he didn’t
mind hiding a key.
When the taxi drops us off in front of a beautiful three-story brownstone, I
nod to myself. The place just looks like a place where Ewan Kane would live. I
tell Justin to wait out front with our stuff; I let myself through a side gate
and into the side yard where the back door is located. I find the key exactly
where he said it would be, let myself in and disarm the alarm.
I open the front door to Justin humming happily on the front steps. The sight
fills me up in a way I can’t explain.
“Come on,” I instruct as I start to carry our bags up the short flight of stone
steps. Once everything is inside we start to wander, surveying the foreign
space as it sinks in that we’re actually in London.
Justin
When we walk into Brian’s friend’s house, the first thing I notice is how
meticulous everything is, like another living space with which I’m very
familiar. The furniture is all very expensive, each room is decorated to
the nines. It’s truly a beautiful place, and from what I can tell it’s really big.
In the foyer, there are stairs that go straight up to the second level.
Attached to the banister is an envelope with our names on it. I grab it first,
but Brian playfully wrestles it away from me.
“Read it out loud,” I complain, “it has my name on it too.”
He
nods and does as instructed. “Brian and Justin, Welcome to our home. Please
feel free to snoop about and open any and all cupboards and drawers. I can’t
make any promises about what you will or won’t find, but feel free to
investigate.” Brian stops for a moment and smiles. I can tell he really likes
the friendship he has with this mystery man. I've been really nervous about
spending time with Ewan. When I listen to Brian talk about this guy it’s like
they’re soulmates or something. I was so relieved when I found out that he
lived with someone.
He quickly continues, “Goodies in the fridge to nibble on, or just walk a few
blocks in either direction to find take away and other dining options. I know
the flight probably left you beat; go straight up the stairs and down the hall
to the last door on the right to find your bedroom. Hope the accommodations
suit you. Give me a call when you’ve settled in and we’ll make plans for your
first night in London. Cheers, Ewan and Justin.”
Brian and I smile at each other like giddy schoolgirls for a solid minute
before he asks if I’m tired. I think it over for a minute and then ask, “What
time is it here?”
“It’s a little after 8 in the morning.”
“It’s weird to leave the states in the afternoon on one day and wind up in
London the next morning when you’ve only been on a plane for 10 hours.”
He nods in agreement.
“Should we try to stick it out and stay awake or take a nap?” I ask, honestly
not sure which is better. Brian’s a much better traveler than I am.
“It’s better to stay up if we can make it.”
“Okay, let’s do it then. Should we go walk around? Are you hungry? What do you
want to do?” I know I’m talking a mile a minute, but I can tell by the smile on
Brian’s face he doesn’t mind.
Brian
Justin moves into overdrive when we start making plans for our day. I’m sure he
wants to get out, run around London and soak in this wonderful new place. But I
have a few things we need to take care of first.
“Slow down, tiger. First, I need a shower; I fucking hate post-plane funk.
Second, it’s nearly 8 AM here, which means my morning fuck is long overdue.”
He laughs at me and then takes off up the stairs, “You want me? You gotta catch
me,” he says over his shoulder.
I fly up the stairs two at a time, catching him halfway down the hall. I tackle
him to the floor, pin him beneath me, and kiss him relentlessly until we’re
both breathless.
I let him up and pull him after me as we seek out our bedroom. When we walk in,
I’m almost overwhelmed by the size of the room. It’s spacious to begin with,
but it also has higher ceilings that I would expect and a huge bank of windows
down one wall that let in an incredible amount of natural light. It’s stunning,
actually.
“Jesus,” Justin whispers, “this is beautiful.”
I smile at him as we walk around the room, taking in the king-size bed with
plush linens and the rich mahogany furniture that is surely all antique.
I walk into the attached private bathroom and marvel at the large claw foot tub
and separate toilet room. I smirk to myself when I think about the trouble
Justin and I will get into in that bathtub.
“Oh shit that’s cool,” he announces behind me. I answer his enthusiasm by
stripping off my clothes in record time and walking over to start the water
running.
I look over my shoulder and smirk at him, "Get your ass in the tub.
Now."
Justin
After an amazing round of fucking and sucking in the bathtub, Brian and I
barely make it into bed before drifting off, still damp and naked. Our plans to
stay awake all day in order to help us get through the jet lag were quickly
derailed.
I’m in the middle of a really crazy dream about Brian and I trying to find one
another in this freaky fun house when I suddenly open my eyes, sensing someone
staring at me. A pair of unfamiliar, deep brown eyes stare back into mine. I
immediately recoil, confused by the strange person and the strange
surroundings. I look around quickly and remember where I am, then I look back
to the smiling stranger, who for some reason doesn’t alarm me.
“You must be Justin,” I nod in response, a little creeped out.
“Me too,” his smile widens.
“You too what?” I’m so confused.
“I’m Justin too.” He reiterates.
“Of course, Ewan’s boyfriend. I forget we have the same name 'cause Brian
always calls you ‘Ewan’s boyfriend’ since the same-name thing is confusing.”
“Right,”
he smiles again. Then he extends a hand. I start to sit up and realize that I’m
naked under this thin sheet. I suddenly think about Brian sleeping next to me
and I look over to find that he’s lying face down, totally nude (which I
feared, he’s always warm when he sleeps).
Justin smirks at me as I cover Brian’s body, which makes him stir.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Justin whispers in his beautiful British accent
that makes me feel all warm. I just love it. “I just popped in to grab lunch
because Ewan hadn’t heard from you yet and asked me to check and see if you
might be here.”
“We fell asleep.” I say in an apologetic tone.
“No worries,” he smiles warmly as he makes his way toward the door, “sleep as
long as you like, just have Brian call Ewan when he wakes up. I’ll see you both
tonight.” He gives me a conspiratorial wink that goes straight to my gut. He’s
a hottie.
Justin walks out, closing the door behind him and at the same moment Brian
rolls over, eyes wide open. He gives his legs and arms a long, deep stretch
before he sits up and looks at me.
“Were you awake for all of that?” I ask, confused.
He nods, “Yeah, I was eavesdropping.” He just smiles at me.
I shake my head. That is such a Brian thing to do…fake sleep and listen to our
conversation for no apparent reason.
“Call Ewan,” I say exasperatedly as I get up and head to the bathroom to pee.
“Yeah, I got that,” he calls after me in an amused tone.
Brian
After Justin goes into the bathroom, I pick my discarded jeans up from the
floor and retrieve my cell phone from the pocket. I dial Ewan’s work number and
relay the whole story to him. He chuckles and tells me that Justin will surely
get me back. When I ask which one, he quickly replies “both.”
Justin exits the bathroom, naked and yawning. I lick my lips as I watch him
cross the room.
“Oh no,” he laughs, “Justin’s downstairs having lunch. We are not fucking with
him in the house.”
“Do you think we’re going to stay here for four nights and not touch each
other?” I ask, appalled.
“No. It’s different when they’re sleeping and together doing their own thing.
But not while he’s making lunch!”
Just as he finished his sentence, I reach up and grab him around the waist,
throwing him down on the bed and laying fully on top of him. I shove my tongue
in his mouth and grind my crotch into his until he starts to writhe under me.
“Bastard,” he hisses between short breaths.
I laugh at him as I bite down his neck and slide my tongue along his
collarbone.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you'll scream loud enough to wake the dead,” he
just moans in response.
I always get my way.
Justin
After another fabulous fuck and another long nap, Brian and I finally get up
and showered and dressed and on our way out the door. It’s mid-afternoon and
we’re supposed to meet Ewan and Justin back at the house at 7 for dinner and an
evening on the town. It’s Saturday, so they want to take advantage of the club
scene on a prime night. I can’t wait. In the meantime, Brian and I decide to
walk around their neighborhood and just soak in the different culture.
We head out the side door and Brian slips the borrowed key into his pocket.
When we get down to the street, I slip my hand into his and he laces our
fingers together, loosely linking us as we walk at a lazy pace.
Brian and I spend the whole afternoon just walking around the streets that
surround our host’s home and talking about the places we’d like to travel to
and the things we want to see. I have a list about a million miles long, of
course. Brian’s seen a lot more than I have and is also impressed by a lot
less, thus his list is much, much shorter. I’m really surprised when he tells
me that he’s always wanted to go on a road trip through the Australian Outback.
He says renting a Jeep and ripping up the dirt roads out west while getting
impossibly tan just sounds like a good time to him. I think about how beautiful
it would be to paint the fabulous sunsets and to party in Sydney. That's
definitely a trip I could take. When I tell Brian that it sounds amazing, he
looks at me earnestly and says, “Maybe for our next trip?” I want to jump into
his arms and scream, but I manage to just squeeze his hand and smile.
Brian
I look down at my watch as I wait outside of a little bakery for Justin. He
said he was getting sleepy again so he went in to get us both coffees so we
could stay up late tonight. I’m not tired at all, but a latte always sounds
good.
He comes out clutching a cup of coffee and each hand and smiling around some
big, sugary monstrosity that's hanging out of his mouth. When I take my coffee
and give him a free hand, he bites the pastry and then offers me the other
half.
“It’s good,” he declares as if that will change my mind.
“No thanks,” I shake my head and look at him in mock disgust.
“Come on Brian! We’re on vacation.” He rolls his eyes at me, taking another
bite. I watch him and before he can finish licking his sugar-coated lips I lean
down and swipe the last bit away with my tongue before pulling him into a deep
kiss.
He smiles like a happy child when I finally release him. We walk on, headed
back to Ewan’s place to get cleaned up for dinner. While I watch him, he hums
and finishes his treat while I sip my latte. I wonder what I did before he came
along.
Justin
I’m pulling on this new baby blue cashmere sweater that Brian got me last month.
He came home with like four new outfits for me one weekend, and while I was
delighted, I really didn’t get it. When he finally told me about the trip it
made perfect sense. He needed his young lover to look presentable for his highbrow
friends. Not that I really think Ewan and Justin are highbrow…but they’re older
than me and they're rich. Needless to say, my usual outfit of khaki pants and
long-sleeve pullover weren’t going to cut it. Either way, I got some kick-ass
sweaters and some beautiful wool pants, so I’m happy.
Brian smiles at me as he sits on the edge of the bed watching me get dressed.
“What?” I ask with mock shyness.
“That color looks great on you,” he says honestly. I love that he says stuff
like that to me now. I just love it.
“Thanks,” I blush a little as I finish getting ready. For once, Brian was done
primping before me. I think it’s 'cause he isn’t nervous about making a good
impression.
The second I pull on my right shoe, we hear the front door open and shut. Laughter
immediately fills the air. Brian and I just look at one another as we listen
to feet ascending the stairs, catching the tail end of what was apparently a
funny conversation.
“So he was awake the whole time?” I recognize Justin’s voice and it doesn’t
take me long to realize what he's telling Ewan about.
“Says he was.”
“Cheeky bastard.”
“I told him you’d both get him back for eavesdropping on your conversation.”
“Oh we will,” and then the laughter picks up again just as Ewan and Justin come
to stand in our doorway.
I blush for no apparent reason as Brian gets up to cross the room. He opens
the door the remainder of the way and pulls Ewan into a deep hug. They smile
and exchange pleasantries before Brian turns to Justin.
Shaking his hand pleasantly, he smiles at the man I’ve already met, “Hope you’re
not mad.” I know Brian couldn’t give a shit less if he was.
He shakes his head. “Not at all. Gave me time to chat with your lovely boyfriend.”
Then all eyes turn to me. I walk up behind Brian and smile at both men. Justin
and I nod at each other and I extend my hand to Ewan.
“Thank you so much for having us. I already love London.”
“Well you haven’t seen anything good yet. Just wait, you won’t ever want to
leave.”
We all smile and Ewan announces they need to change before going out. Suddenly
it occurs to me that it’s Saturday and I wonder why on earth both men were at
work.
After they leave the room I ask Brian what was up with that. Maybe the British
have a six-day workweek and I’ve just never heard about it.
When I ask Brian he gives me a blank stare, “How many times have I gone in to
work on a Saturday, Justin?”
“All the time,” I answer sadly 'cause he knows how much I hate how hard he works.
But of course I’ve grown to understand why he does it.
When he just nods, I realize I've answered my own question.
“Is Justin a business exec too, then?”
“Actually, he’s a journalist and from what I’ve heard it’s his vocation and
his avocation, he works constantly.”
“Kind of like my art.”
“Exactly,” Brian smiles sweetly at me. Guess Justin and I share more than just
a name.
“Come on, we’ll wait for them downstairs,” he adds, touching the small of my
back and ushering me out of the room.
We sit out on the front steps and share a cigarette until we’re joined by the
freshly showered men. They both have more red in their cheeks than before and
a glow I recognize instantly. I side glance Brian as we get up to greet them.
He raises his eyebrow at me and licks his bottom lip. I have a feeling this
is going to be the best week of my life.
May 16th, 2004
Justin
After one of the most fabulous meals of my short life, we head down to Soho
–apparently London’s hottest gay district– to hit some of Ewan and Justin’s
favorite bars. Brian and I trail behind them, hand in hand, smiling at one another
as we listen to Justin tell the story about how the district got its name and
how it used to be the seedy sex center of London, but has cleaned up considerably
in the last few decades. I laugh to myself about the fact I wasn’t born yet.
As we turn the corner, I giggle and point to the street sign that reads ‘Shaftesbury
Avenue’. Brian just rolls his eyes at me, but I know he thinks it’s funny that
the street name in a gay district has the word “shaft” in it. Coincidence? I
think not.
We pass some beautiful old theaters on our little trek and I whisper to Brian
that it would be fun to see a show. He nods absentmindedly and I marvel at how
agreeable he’s been during this trip. At dinner, he let me feed him from my
plate and didn’t roll his eyes once when I told Ewan and Justin how he left
the note on my pillow about the trip. He just watched me go on and on about
how amazing that morning was and didn’t interject a single bitchy comment.
I drink in the beautiful men milling about the entrance of our destination.
The club is called Limelight and I smile widely at Brian as we both remember
visiting a club by the same name in New York City when I joined him for a business
trip one weekend late last year. I imagine the regulars of that club are still
talking about the show two boys from Pittsburgh gave them one cold December
night. We had the whole place sweating, despite the bitter freeze settling in
over the city.
As soon as we enter the bar, Ewan rushes off to order our drinks. Brian backs
me up against the nearest wall and kisses me, hard. Justin stands by, watching
unapologetically. While Brian slips his tongue in and out of my mouth, I watch
Justin and wonder what's going through his mind. I had no idea I'd get along
so well with both men. I did most of the talking at dinner, but I was careful
to observe the way Brian communicated without saying a word.
I was a little shocked when I found out that Brian actually had a friend, a
real friend, outside of our little family. He doesn’t like or trust people very
easily. One night I came home and heard him talking on the phone in the bedroom;
he was talking about me and I could tell he didn’t hear me come in. I stood
quietly just inside of the loft door and listened. It was horrible of me, but
curiosity took away my better judgment. He was talking about how much I’d turned
his life upside down. In a way, it sounded as if he was exchanging war stories
with someone. He was talking quietly and laughing a little, and while some of
what he was saying wasn’t so nice, it was all said with an affection that I’d
never heard before. After he finished his conversation, I stood up and walked
into the room. He was startled by my presence, but recovered quickly. I immediately
admitted I’d been there for a while and that I’d heard a lot. Amazingly, he
wasn’t that angry with me.
That was the night he told me about how Ewan helped him figure out a lot of
things about himself, and specifically about our relationship. I started to
really understand their relationship after that and I’ve been okay with it ever
since.
Seeing him interact with both men today has been an interesting study in the
psyche of Brian Kinney. He clearly wants me to like them and wants them to like
me. As far as I can tell, we’re going to get along marvelously.
Brian
Dinner was great. Justin rambled all night about his art and our life and a
million other things. Ewan and Justin probed him about living with me and his
answers were all very interesting. It’s one thing to be in a relationship with
Justin, it’s another to hear him talk about it to a third party. It was pretty
comforting to hear him talk about me and how happy he is with the way things
are. Maybe I needed a little reassurance or something, but it’s just good to
know he’s not getting bored.
Now we’re at some posh Soho club. My first instinct is to get a taste of Justin
once we’re inside the dark confines of the bar. Ewan goes off to get drinks
and his boyfriend stands by watching us intently, but I don’t mind because I
like him. Even though he’s my age, he reminds me of my Justin: bright-eyed and
in love with life. The complete opposite of me in many respects. In hindsight,
it's so easy to see why Kane always felt like he knew a lot about my life and
my relationship – the similarities to his are eerie.
I slide my tongue in and out of Justin’s mouth, biting at his lips and lapping
at his tongue. I somehow sense that I don't have his full attention, that his
eyes are open, and after a moment, I open mine as well. As I glance in the direction
of his gaze, I have a gut feeling that he’s looking at our younger host.
Boy wonder may be living with me, and I may be in a relationship with him, but
I’m still an exhibitionist slut and this crowd is about to get a show. Forcefully,
I press Justin against the wall. His eyes fly back to mine and I give him an
intimidating look to tell him that for the next few minutes, I’d better be the
only person he’s looking at. I put my palms flat against his chest, slowly moving
my hands down to the waistband of his pants. I lift his sweater and run my fingers
over the trail of baby soft, blond hairs that lead to my favorite (Okay - maybe
second favorite) place on earth. He starts to breathe deeply as he pushes his
nose into my neck. I love when he does that, like he’s trying to inhale nothing
but my scent.
Sliding my hands around to the small of his back, I roughly pull him toward
me as I run my tongue over his jaw and start trailing small bites down his neck
behind his ear, increasing the pressure of my teeth with each nip. By the time
I get down to his collarbone, he’s whimpering in my ear.
I press my mouth against his again, kissing him so hard our lips will be sore
for days. Then I ease my hands down the back of his pants until I'm holding
a firm ass cheek in each palm. I give him a squeeze that forces our dicks together
and he moans louder. I know we surely have an audience by now, which was originally
the point of this little display, but I’ve forgotten about anything but him.
I
let the fingers on my right hand glide over his crack, insinuating that I might
soon grant him a little pleasure. Tilting his hips toward me, he starts
aggressively kissing me back. He grabs at my neck and tugs at my hair, silently
begging me for more. I love when he gets past his inhibitions. I learned a long
time ago that if I can get him to the point where getting off becomes the only
thing going through his head, I own him.
I finally snake a finger between his cheeks and start tracing circles around
his hole. It puckers in response, blindly clutching for me. I laugh into the
kiss as I hear him beg. I trail my lips to his ear, “What do you want,
Sunshine?”
“Fuck!” He huffs out a few short breaths. “You know what I want.”
“Come on,” I whisper as I ease away from him, reluctantly removing my lips from
his face and my hands from his pants. I turn to where I’m certain Justin and
Kane are watching in awe and find them smiling at us.
“Told you they’d be fun,” Kane says to his boyfriend as he extends a drink to
me.
I down it in one slug and give him a wicked grin, “This place have a back
room?”
They both laugh as I snake my arm around Justin’s waist and look into his eyes
with my best ‘you’re about to get fucked’ look.
Kane nods in the direction of a staircase. “Not really a backroom, but there
are less people upstairs.”
“Better than the front entrance,” his boyfriend laughs as he watches me pull my
lover through the crowded club.
Ewan Kane
Brian and Justin make their retreat up the stairs to a slightly more private
venue. I doubt they've noticed the size of the crowd that follows them.
After a show like that it's not likely that they’ll get any alone time.
Something tells me that isn’t a concern.
I smile at my boyfriend and he smiles back. The smile that he saves just for
me.
“Fancy a dance?” He asks so sweetly I can’t resist. Though I often feel I’m too
old to shake my ass with the pretty young things who frequent the clubs, I can
still party with the best of them. But putting myself on display in the middle
of a dance floor has somehow lost its appeal for me. Fuck, maybe I really am
getting old?!
When Justin takes my hand to pull me toward the dance floor, I know I’m done
for. Ever since he’s come back into my life, I feel like a goofy, grinning
schoolgirl all the time, and I can’t deny him a thing any more. My days are
better, my nights are better and my life is better with him in it. This time
around, I’ve made sure he knows that.
He gives me a wicked little smile as he starts to move with the music. He's so
beautiful it still sends a chill down my spine. Small and taut, but soft at the
same time. He has these impossibly dark eyes that are as endearing as they are
alarming. Curly chestnut hair that always looks just messy enough, though he
never does a thing to it. And then there’s his smile. It’s funny to me how it’s
his trademark, just like Brian’s Justin. They both have these light-up-a-room
grins that turn strangers to putty in their hands.
My reluctance falls away, and in no time I’m 25 again, swaying my hips and
groping my boyfriend on a crowded dance floor.
After two songs, he leans into me urgently and starts kissing me like mad. “The
shower wasn’t enough,” his says in a husky tone that makes me bloody horny as
hell. Earlier, we'd had a quick wank before we took the boys to dinner.
When we jumped in the shower together, he started telling me about finding
Justin and Brian naked and sleeping. I can tell he fancies them both. Who
wouldn’t, they're both so beautiful it’s a crime. The four of us make quite a
quartet. Can’t say I wasn’t a little worried about being under the same roof as
those beautiful men, but at the same time I'm sure I was subconsciously hoping
that something would happen.
Brian and I have become really good and true friends in the last year. I'd say
he's my best mate, after Justin. It’s odd really, sometimes we don’t talk for a
month, but when we finally talk on the phone, we pick up right where we left
off. My whole point is, while I’m very happy I’ve become close to Brian in a
platonic way, and I think that has been very good for us both, I still remember
that fated night under those tubes of blue light in his beautiful bed and the
way he made me feel. I wouldn’t change what I have with Justin now for the
world, nor would I wreck what Brian’s built with his lover. But I can’t say
that I wasn’t hoping that something might…transpire. If we were all willing and
all wanting…then what could it hurt?
UK Justin
I drag my beautiful boyfriend onto the dance floor and start grinding against
him like there's no tomorrow. I know once he gets turned on and loses himself
in the rhythm, he’ll forget that he doesn’t much like dancing anymore.
I remember when we first met, good God it was nearly a decade ago, he fucking
loved to dance. Dancing was as good as shagging for him. I picked him up in
this very club —it’s why we still like it after all this time— one night after
I'd ogled him for hours on the dance floor. Or rather, he picked me up. I was a
lot more shy, less self-assured back then.
My on-again, off-again relationship with him over the three years that followed
taught me a lot about life and even more about myself. But mostly it taught me
about love. How much it can lift you up and how much it can tear you down. When
I finally called it quits and took a job offer away from London, he acted like
he didn’t give a shit. We’d been having problems for months. Well really, we'd
had nothing but problems for the three years we were together. He was just too
wild and I was too tired to try to tame him anymore. I needed stability and I
needed to settle down. So I called it quits even though I was sure it would
kill me, moved away and started all over again. But I started over as an entirely
different person, a better person, thanks to him.
Last
year when I got his phone call, I thought I was dreaming. I mean I literally
thought I was dreaming. It was the middle of the night and I was in a dead
sleep. Phone calls in the middle of the night are always either one of two
things – a wrong number or an emergency. In a way, this was the latter. Ewan
had finally come to his bloody senses and was ready for a real relationship.
Lucky for that bastard our timing was dead on for once. I was nearly a year out
of a serious relationship that ended amicably and ready to give it a go with
him again. The rest, as they say, is history.
Now I’m pushing into him, biting his lips as I run my hands through his silky
black hair. I’m just as mad for him as that first night we met, and that’s how
I know this is it for me. I think this is it for him too, I have to believe
that. This time around our relationship has been so different. It’s as if we
aren’t the same people. And in a way I guess we’re not.
I watch his pupils dilate and feel his heart race under his skin. I slide my
tongue down his neck and bite his skin lightly, then with more force. He moans
as I whisper in his ear, “Maybe we should be the ones upstairs?”
He just pulls his head back and slicks his lips while he stares at me. “It’s
been a long time.” He says matter-of-factly.
He's right, it has been. I don’t know if it’s our age or what, but that isn’t
the type of thing we often do anymore. Yet, at this moment it’s the only thing
I want.
He grabs my hand and starts pulling me towards the stairs. I just throw my head
back and laugh as he slips back into his old, wicked ways.
When we stop at the top of the landing we instantly know where Brian and Justin
are, a little crowd has gathered to enjoy the show.
Ewan pulls me roughly in that direction and it makes my cock jump in my pants
as I think about those two lovely men and the fact that they’re sleeping in our
flat.
Ewan Kane
I have no fucking clue how we got here, but Justin and I are standing behind a
crowd of men who are watching Brian and his little blond boy go at it. I peek
between two large men standing right in front of us to catch a glimpse of the
action.
Justin’s down on his knees in front of Brian, whose glorious dick is out for
all to see. I can tell he loves every second of this.
That the kid has complete control of the situation is glaringly obvious when
you look at Brian: the way his hands are clenched tightly in Justin’s golden
hair, the way his eyes are glazed over, the constant moans coming from his open
mouth.
I slide my arm around my lover and start to stroke his side as he leans in to
kiss my neck, our eyes trained on the sexy sight before us.
He starts murmuring in my ear about how beautiful both men are and all I can do
is moan in response as he nips my earlobe.
My pulse starts to race and my body heat rises. Watching them go to town is
even hotter than I imagined. I’m starting to think about all of the
possibilities and it’s making me so hard I could scream.
Justin starts stroking me through my gray slacks and I arch into his touch,
meeting his eyes for the first time since we’ve come upstairs.
“What are you thinking?” he whispers in my ear as he increases the pressure of
his hand on my cock.
I suck in a ragged breath, “You know what I’m thinking.” I bite my bottom lip
as his hand changes direction. “What are you thinking is the better
question?”
Since Justin and I’ve been a couple we’ve been almost completely monogamous,
well he's actually been totally monogamous as far as I know. About a month
after he moved in he had a story to cover that took him away from me for a week
and I got a little freaked out. Realizing how much I needed him made me angry
and my natural inclination was to go out and fuck someone until I wasn’t angry
anymore. And I did…a few times. I ended up telling him a while later what I’d
done. He wasn’t happy, but he didn’t run away either. He told me that he was
happy I’d told him and that it was something he knew would take time. Me not
fucking up and fucking around, that is.
Since then we’ve taken a bloke or two home and had him together, but neither of
us have run off alone. Having Brian or Justin, or Brian and Justin would sort
of be like the three-ways we’ve agreed on before, but of course I’m aware that
this is a horse of a different color. Justin knows I slept with Brian, and
because it was a long time ago before he came back into my life, it hasn’t been
an issue. Sleeping with him now though…that would be something else entirely.
He holds my questioning gaze for a long time, “No.” It’s all he says and it’s
all he has to say. I’m sorry to hear it and suddenly my heart feels heavy.
Until that moment, I didn’t realize how badly I wanted Brian again. I want the
new Brian, the one I helped build. The one that loves his boyfriend and is
trying to be monogamous and calls me on a Wednesday afternoon just to say
hello. And that makes it so much more wrong. It makes it easy for me to
understand why my lover would never let it happen. Suddenly I feel bad for even
asking for it.
I look at him with sad eyes, hoping he understands my apology. As far as we’ve
come, he still has to help me along most of the time. I hope he never grows
weary of reading between the lines and listening to all of the things I don’t
say. If he ever does, I’m in deep-shit trouble.
He just smiles at me, my smile – the one that belongs only to me, and
then I know that everything will be right as rain.
Brian
Oh, fuck. Justin has pulled out all the stops and is giving me the slowest,
most amazing blowjob of my very experienced life. I’ve always said the kid had
a magic mouth. That combined with my very close, very intense tutelage for all
of these years has made him a master cock-sucker, but this – well, this goes
beyond.
He’s making these lazy circles around the swollen head, grazing his teeth ever
so lightly along the sensitive underside. Then he takes me all the way in,
letting me barely bump the back of his throat just before he swallows and I
feel the ripple go through my entire body. I could die like this. I might die
like this.
I weave my hands into his hair, not to control him – he doesn’t need me to
drive – but just to be connected to him. His hands are busy cupping my balls
and jacking my dick, so I can’t intertwine my fingers with his like we
sometimes do at home.
Every few moments my eyes flutter open and I drink in the group of men that are
watching my little innocent looking Sunshine as he out-sucks the most talented
men in the world. My gut flutters when I catch the looks on their faces. They
lick their lips, they take in deep breaths, they stroke their cocks, they
struggle to keep their heavy lidded eyes open.
In one such moment, I open my eyes to find Ewan and Justin in the back of our
little audience. They’re touching and talking, looks like they’re enjoying
this. I bite my bottom lip when I think about how fucking hot the four of us
would be in bed together.
Justin
I’ve literally got Brian in a fucking frenzy. It’s payback for that shit he
pulled downstairs when we first came in. Not that I didn’t love every hot
second of it, but now he can be the one writhing and on display for all to see.
I have his dick so far down my throat I can’t breathe and his hands grip my
hair so hard I think he might pull it out, but every moment that passes is pure
bliss. I can hear him moan and I feel his body vibrate with every lick and
every nip and every long, deep suck I take on his gorgeous cock.
I keep bringing him so close that I can feel his balls rise and ready
themselves in the palm of my hand, but then I back way down and let his high
diminish before getting him all worked up again. If we were at home, he’d
scream “cock tease” and other choice phrases, snarling at me until I let him
come. But even then, just like now, I know he loves every torturous second of
my world-class blowjobs.
Finally, my jaw is getting tired so I think it’s time I let the poor guy shoot.
A few long, hard sucks and he’s gone, arching his back and growling deeply as
he releases into my waiting mouth. I drink him down, cleaning the tip of his
dick with my tongue when he’s done. When I start to zip him up, he grabs me and
pulls me to my feet, crushing our mouths together and licking at every inch of
my tongue so he can taste himself on me.
When he's done, he bites my earlobe and says, “I’m gonna fuck you so goddamned
hard.”
I just sigh into him and feel my dick pulse against the zipper of my pants.
“Now,” I demand.
“Maybe our hosts are ready to take us home,” he whispers as he pulls away from
me and takes my hand, starting to move through our dazed audience. At that
moment I know, I know without a doubt what Brian was up to all night.
The sweetness at dinner, the teasing and torturing the second we got into the
club, letting me get this fucking worked up and horny without any release. He
wants so turned on that I’ll say it’s cool for us to have a jolly old orgy with
his friends. He thinks he can play me after all this time? Please.
I won’t deny that when I met Justin my interest in him was immediate. Frankly, Ewan
is older than I’d like. He’s a beautiful man, don’t get me wrong, but he has to
be about 20 years my senior and I don’t dig that. More to the point, Brian and
I have been nearly monogamous in the last year we’ve been living together and
I'd like to stay headed down that road. A small part of me still hopes that one
day it will be just the two of us, no barriers in between. He's the only one
I've ever wanted, and while I understand that I'll never be the only one he
wants, I’d like to come close. Fucking a stranger now and then in the backroom
of some club is fine, but rolling around with someone he considers a friend is
not. Watching him lick his lips and eye his prey, I wonder if I’ll ever be able
to tame the beast.
Brian
When I suggest to Justin that we ask Ewan and Justin to take us home I see a
million emotions play over his face. As usual, he read right into a simple
statement, instantly cutting to its core. He knows I’m hoping he’ll let me have
some fun. I can tell by the look on his face that he’s disappointed in me. The
fact that he expected more and needs more actually makes me feel…I’m not sure?
Sad, guilty, bad…I don’t know what it is.
I look down as his hand slips from mine; he’s just staring at me. He doesn’t
really look upset, just…I don’t know, distant. If this were any other time in
my life, if he were any other person, I know exactly what I’d do. I’d walk away
from him, grab the closest hot, willing stranger and be done with it. I’d fuck
someone right in his face to prove a point. But that’s not who I am anymore and
that’s not how I want him to see me.
I reach out for his hand just seconds before it drops from mine, “Justin.”
He lets me hold his hand but won’t look at me. I say it louder, “Justin.”
Finally, he turns so I can see the pain on his face. The dread creeping up his
spine and wrapping itself around his body, strangling him as it tells him I’ll
never change. But fuck that…I have changed. I still don’t want to dance
down the isle and slip a ring on his goddamned finger, but I’m his. He needs to
understand that if nothing else, we are together.
I grab him and kiss him deeply. I push into him, wrapping my arms around him
until he understands. Finally, his body goes slack and he lets me take him.
When we pull away he smiles at me and despite myself, I smile back. Life is so
much better when he’s smiling.
May 17th, 2004
Justin
I smack my lips and slowly open my eyes, vaguely aware that I’m actually being
touched – that it isn’t just a dream.
I try to fight the haze of sleep so I can figure out what’s going on.
Okay, this is not my bed.
I am not at home.
Who the fuck is touching me?
I roll over into the warm hands roaming all over my back. My sleepy eyes meet
Brian’s dazzling, lust-filled gaze. It makes me grin, just before I yawn.
He leans down, brushing his lips against mine before he rolls me onto my back
and slides on top of me. He kisses and licks my jaw, then continues to my neck
and on down to my collarbone. Finally, his lips move to my left ear, “Hear
that?”
I listen for a long moment, waiting for something obvious to fill the night
air…and then it does.
A needy, loud moan comes from the far end of the hall, making my dick stir
instantly. Brian laughs.
“I’ve been trying to ignore it for half an hour.” He starts to lick my chest
again.
“You lasted a half an hour?” I chuckle.
Laughing, he takes my right nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard so that my
arousal will catch up to his.
“Sorry to wake you.” He says sweetly, but obviously doesn’t mean it.
I force him over, straddling his hips, changing the power position.
“No, you’re not,” I smirk.
“No, I’m not,” he laughs.
I watch Brian for a minute, taking in how turned on he is. I bite my bottom lip
as I grind our crotches together. Hearing Ewan and Justin moan and whimper is
almost like having them in bed with us (okay, well not really…but it’s
something). And I can let Brian have this.
I lean down close to his face, “You know what they’re thinking about?”
He raises an eyebrow.
“Us,” I say as my voice deepens with lust. “They’re in there fucking their
brains out thinking about us.”
He smiles at me, just smiles. He knows I get him, really get him.
I lean down and sink my tongue into his mouth, pressing our lips together hard
enough to make him whimper. Then I pull back and look at him intently, “I’m
gonna fuck you.”
He lets out a small laugh. “Guess I have no choice.” He reaches over to the
little table beside the bed to retrieve the necessary accessories.
I bite and then suck his earlobe, “You always have a choice.” I pull back to
look at him again. I hold his gaze until he understands. My eyes make him
understand. When I say he has a choice I mean that. He always has a choice. The
one constant in our relationship is that there have never, ever been locks on
our doors. If he wanted to go down this hall right now and fuck the two
caterwauling men at the other end of it, he could. And it’s that freedom that
keeps him in this bed, with me.
He finally slips a condom into my hand and leans up to capture my lips again.
I roll him over into the middle of this impossibly big, fluffy king-size bed.
Sliding a pillow under his hips, I let my tongue trail down the center of his
back, tracing each vertebra on the way down.
I lap between his cheeks, only teasing him a little before I hit my mark. He
gasps and I find my way inside. Twisting my tongue from side to side, I feel
his legs part further, granting me as much access as I need.
I settle between his legs and get comfortable – if Ewan and Justin want a
long-distance fuck, they’re gonna get one.
Brian
God, his tongue hits all the right places. It fits inside me just right. Of
course, a few more minutes of this and I’ll be begging for his cock. But until
then, this is all I need.
My back arches and my arms stretch out as my hands seek something to clutch.
When Justin rims me my body goes on autopilot. I can’t stop moving or shaking
or moaning, as much as I try.
He hits the sweet spot, the really sweet one, and a guttural moan erupts from
my throat. It’s answered in kind from the other end of the hall. I laugh and I
hear Justin do the same. The chorus of sounds filling the air in this house is
enough to get a nun hot.
Just as I predicted, a few minutes of tongue magic and I need his dick. When he
clenches my hips and shifts the angle of his probing...playtime is over.
“Fuck
me.” I demand in a low, shaky voice. His lips move up my spine and slide across
my neck.
We sigh simultaneously when we hear another series of deep, soul-shaking moans
come from Ewan and Justin’s room.
Justin starts rocking his leaking dick back and forth between my cheeks as he
leans down to whisper to me, “Ask me again.”
“I wasn’t asking, fuck me,” I hiss sharply.
“Say please,” he barely whispers into my ear as his dick pumps faster against
my ass.
“Justin,” I warn as I buck back into him, hoping to force his hand (or rather
his dick).
His fingers glide down my sides, setting fires in their wake. I hear the tear
of the condom wrapper, the slide of the latex as it unrolls, the flip of the
lube cap, the squirt of the liquid and ahhhhh…his fingers fill me up and finish
stretching the parts of me that no one else knows. If anyone ever knew that
this little blond cherub gets Brian Kinney to beg for his dick…
Then he sinks in, slow and smooth. He’s so damn good at this. I gasp when the
tip of my cock hits the sheets as my hips sink into the bed, but it’s a good
hurt.
He reaches around me, taking my dick in his hand. He just holds it there,
protecting me, mixing the heat from his palm with the heat from my cock. My ass
burns in a different, more delicious way. He’s got our rhythm down, slow and
deep, and I’m already panting. I listen to the finale of Ewan and Justin’s
fuck-o-rama down the hall and I know I won’t be far behind. Dick up my ass, hand
on my cock, lips on my back – no matter how much self-control I exercise,
Justin will have me coming in no time. But I like that he can get me there
fast. I love that he’s learned all of my secrets, the myriad of ways to get me
off. I finally get to fucking relax around someone and just be me.
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The sun creeps through the big bay window, warming my face and waking me
slowly. I turn my head to find Justin still sleeping soundly. I carefully pull
myself out of our tangle of limbs and reach down to pull on the jeans I
discarded on the floor on the way to bed last night. I wince at the pain in my
hamstrings, ass, hips and just about everywhere else. I haven’t been fucked
like that in a while. The morning after is always a little rough, but it’s a
pleasant reminder of what came before.
I walk downstairs to raid the kitchen for some potential breakfast. I find
scones and jam (how very British) and fresh coffee beans in the freezer. I make
a tray and take it up to the room. When I walk in, the aroma of the food takes
all of three seconds to wake the bottomless pit.
He rolls over and our eyes meet as I stand at the foot of the bed, waiting for
him to wake up a little.
“Sit up so I can set this fucker down. It’s heavy.” He scrambles to move and
just watches, with wide eyes, as I put the tray down by his feet.
“Wow,” he mutters reaching for the lighter cup of coffee – he likes cream and
sugar so it’s easy to tell which cup I made for him.
He takes a deep sip, wincing a little at the heat. Then he settles back against
the pillow and I watch the sheet that was covering him slide down to this
thighs. I smile as I lean over to kiss his stomach.
“Who are you?” He laughs after I pull away.
I just raise my eyebrows.
“Last night was…wow. And now breakfast in bed? Clearly I’m dealing with an Invasion
of the Body Snatchers situation here.”
“Give me a little credit,” I say as nonchalantly as I can, though I know I am
being uncharacteristically sappy. Must be the air over here.
He sips his coffee again and reaches for a blueberry scone.
“Oh I give you plenty of credit, this is just a little above and beyond, don’t
you think?”
I shake my head at him, amazed that I can still shock him after all this time.
It’s probably a good thing.
“You always wanted me to be ridiculously romantic.” I roll my eyes.
He nods knowingly “And you are, Brian. Every time you look at me, you are.”
I just nod, dropping my eyes to my own cup of coffee. Fucker can still make me
a little weak in the knees.
He reaches over to pet my stomach softly, “Breakfast in bed is really, really
nice though.”
“Yeah well, don’t expect it every day.”
He laughs at that and pulls me into a deep, warm kiss. I just sigh and let the
moment play out. It’s funny how I find myself doing all the things I swore I’d
never do, and he doesn’t even care about them anymore – and that’s exactly why
I do them. It’s easy to deliver what he doesn’t expect or need. I can just do
things like this for the hell of it, not because I’m under some decree to
please him. One day I just found myself wanting to make him happy. And I hope I
always do.
Justin
When Brian surprises me with breakfast in bed I don't know whether to cry…or
laugh, I haven’t decided. He’s being so nonchalant about it. Like bringing me
fucking breakfast in bed while we’re on a fabulous vacation in London is not
the most romantic thing ever. He is so wrapped around my little finger that
it’s laughable. What's that old saying? ‘In like a lion, out like a lamb.’
Yeah, I’d say that fits.
He
fixed my coffee just the way I like – lots of cream and sugar. He drinks his
black with a little sugar; he can’t stand the way I like mine. I sip it happily
as I reach for a yummy-looking biscuit.
I tease Brian about the breakfast and tell him that aliens must have taken over
his body. I’m just being sarcastic, but of course Mr. Sensitive takes offense
and tells me to give him a little credit. I give him plenty of credit, often
more than he deserves – so I scoff at that.
He cocks his head at me, “You always wanted me to be ridiculously romantic.”
I let a small smile play across my face, but I remain serious. I look at him
intently, “And you are, Brian. Every time you look at me, you are.” I don’t
know if my meaning was well communicated. I want to tell him that I see it in
his eyes and I feel in his touch and it radiates with every action. I know
Brian loves me. I’ve always known and yet somehow I know it more and more
everyday I live my life with him.
He returns my gaze for a moment and then bites his bottom lip as his eyes drop
down to his coffee cup. I wonder what he’s thinking about.
I reach over to touch him, because I just have to. And I lighten the moment by
saying, “Breakfast in bed is really, really nice though.”
“Yeah well, don’t expect it every day.” He laughs a little and looks at me
again because it’s safe now.
I laugh back at him and then hastily pull him into a kiss. It isn’t needy or
hungry, just very nice. We linger with our lips touching for a long moment
before I lean back and sip my coffee again.
Brian drinks his too and then sighs loudly. He moves to sit at the top of the
bed with me, his upper body resting on the headboard.
He peers at me as I reach for another biscuit, they’re blueberry and they’re
really good. “I could do this forever, you know.” I say without thinking about
it first.
“Me too,” he answers quickly.
I think about my statement for a minute and decide that the time is right for
pushing the envelope a little, “I don’t mean breakfast in bed,” I turn to stare
at him, my eyes telling him everything.
“I know,” he says softly as he leans down to kiss me again. This time the kiss
grows deeper, lasting until I'm lightheaded. I feel Brian take the coffee cup
out of my hand and set it aside. He moves everything off the bed without ever
breaking our connection. He lays me out in the middle of the bed and stretches
out beside me. He pulls away from our kiss and looks me up and down with an
unapologetic stare until I blush. I can’t believe he can still make me blush.
He finally leans over and starts kissing my ribs, working his way across my
middle.
Finally he’s completely on top of me, licking and lapping and biting every inch
of my skin. I writhe under him and murmur about all of the things I want him to
do to me in this wonderful bed on this beautiful morning.
His lips slide up my neck and stop beside my ear, “I could definitely do this
forever.” His whisper floats on the air and sends an inexplicable jolt through
me. He uses sex to speak for him but we both know what he really means. I grab
his face in my hands and force his eyes to meet mine. “Me too,” I whisper and
then I just smile.
Fin
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