End of season 2 (potential spoilers, just a little, based on what I’ve read
about Justin’s schoolmate encounter.)
Justin’s POV
Rating: NC-17
God he gets so pissed when I don’t call. Shit, he’s gonna be so...
My thoughts race and my heart pounds a little and I forget than I’m even in
the company of someone else until Daphne says, "Justin, don’t freak out,
Brian’s going to understand. I mean you were studying right?" She side
glances from behind the wheel of her atrocious Dodge Neon, which I should be
eternally grateful for at the moment.
"Yeah, of course. What the hell else would I have been doing?" I shoot
her a look that says I’m not so sure, but she’d better shut up about it. I get
a slight eye roll and little sigh from my best friend. Fuck, what was I doing?
Ethan and I were working on a school project this afternoon and I literally
felt like we entered a time warp. Suddenly it was 11 o’clock and I’d forgotten
to go home and fix Brian dinner and finish the laundry and fuck, fuck, fuck.
He is going to be so pissed and I hate that shit. I’ll be on the couch tonight
I just know it.
We turn the corner onto Brian’s block and my stomach turns a little knowing
what emotional turmoil lies ahead for me. I open the door onto the curb and
give Daph a quick kiss on the cheek, "Thank you, really. It was great of
you to pick me up…you know I couldn’t call…" I trail off not wanting to
say his name, as if he might hear me from six stories above the street where
I’m standing. She smiles empathetically and gives me a little push out of the
car.
In the elevator I listen to the wheels grind and the cables hiss and I think
of the things I could say to make him realize I didn’t do it to be a brat. I
could easily lie and say I’d been with Daphne, which under the circumstances
might make things a little better. But, Ethan and I weren’t really doing anything
but studying. Okay, so maybe I was studying his lower lip a little too much.
But, it’s natural right, attraction to other men. Brian and I fuck guys together
all the time and I think they’re hot and I get off doing it with them. Of course,
Ethan…well Ethan would be breaking the rules. I know Ethan. I have his name,
his number, I’ve been to his house, we talk about real things, not just the
music pounding through Babylon or what kind of party favors we’ve done that
evening. We talk about music and art and where we want our lives to go. Luxuries
that I can’t afford in conversations with Brian. It isn’t that I don’t love
Brian, I do. God, I really do. It is just different with him.
The elevator halts at the top floor and I slide the wooden grate upward and
extract myself from this safe cubbyhole. When I slide the cool metal door to
the loft open everything is dark and quiet. I can hear my shoes lift and fall
on the hardwood floor as I glance left and right to see where Brian could be.
His jeep was downstairs so I know he’s here or do I?
"Don’t bother calling anymore huh?" his voice comes from the bedroom
and I walk toward it in anticipation of my verbal beating.
"Brian…listen…I’m so sorry, I was just studying for school and…" before
I can even get a complete thought out he cuts me off, "Don’t worry about
it, come in here." I can’t see him yet, but I can sense he’s relaxed, probably
half-drunk and half-naked. There is a calm, lowness to his voice that says he
could care less where I’ve been, he’s just glad that I’m here. It is this moment,
and ones like it, that I am reminded of exactly why I pursued this man for a
year, even to my own detriment.
I walk up the three steps to the bed and run my eyes from the top of his head
to the tip of his toes. All right, he is only slight drunk, but completely naked,
just the way I like him. Brian is still, to date, the most magnificent creature
I’ve ever seen up close. I still get tingles in my gut when I look at his naked
body. A smile creeps across my face as I begin to crawl from the foot of the
bed up to his lips. It is a mix of relief and the stirring in my cock that is
making my lips turn up into a grin. I feel like I’ve gotten away with something,
and maybe I have. All I am getting as punishment, or so it appears, is a good
fuck.
Brian rolls onto his side to let me close to him and I can feel the heat from
his body radiating on to mine. He slips my shirt over my head and starts to
kiss me. There is one soft, hello-how-are-you kiss and then they are deeper
and more needy. Kissing is something we do so well. Some nights I think I might
come just kissing Brian. His lips are naturally red and plush and perfect and
there have been times, at the diner, in the grocery store that I just look at
them and get hard. To think that they are mine, all mine, is too much. I reach
down and grab my cock through my cargo pants as we kiss, but Brian promptly
sweeps his hand down and removes mine. In control, as always he rolls me on
to my back and slides on top of me. My lips feel scorched from the attention
he’s paying them, but when he starts to trail down my neck and lick my collarbone
I let out a little moan of disapproval. I hate when the kissing stops and I
feel abandoned and lonely and always wanting more. But, knowing where he is
going with his lips makes me happy and I don’t protest.
Flutters of kisses fill my skin and I can feel my temperature rising. Brian’s
hands are hooked in my pants and he is gently stroking my hipbones with his
fingers. He tugs on my nipple ring with his front teeth, just a little, and
I arch my back in approval. I love when he makes it ache, it reminds me why
I went through the damn pain in the first place. My belly button gets a quick
lick before my pants and briefs come flying off. In one hard, quick swoop he
has them off of me and onto the floor. I smile and sit up as he bites my inner
thigh, just a little, enough so that I flinch in reaction. I giggle and so does
he and suddenly his lips find mine again and we roll around on this soft bed
that I’ve come to know so intimately and he starts to rub against me in a grinding,
I want you now, sort of way. I let the kissing and the necking and sucking go
on as long as I can stand.
Brian can take the agony leading up the ecstasy, or the plateau as he calls
it, a lot longer than I can. I fully understand the concept of prolonging that
pleasure, but really, when it comes down to it, I want his dick inside me…always.
I arch my back into him as he lies between my open legs. I lock my ankles behind
his back and I lift his chin from where he is sucking my left nipple. "Fuck
me, now." It is much more of a demand than anything else, but he likes
it when I tell him what I want him to do. As evidence he replies, "Oh,
did you want to fuck? I thought we’d just make out a little," his legendary
devilish grin spreads over his perfect face. "Brian…" I say it in
a horse whisper now as he rocks on top of me creating friction between my aching
cock and his lower belly. "Fuck me." Now I’m more pleading than demanding,
realizing that he wants me to beg tonight. I can generally tell, based on his
mood, what he needs from me.
"Roll
over," he says quickly and sharply. I eagerly do, gripping a pillow under
my chin and sticking my ass in to the air. When I see that he isn’t going for a
condom, not yet anyway, I don’t hesitate to whine, "Brian,
pllleeeeease!" He runs his hands down the length of my back and leaves
them to rest on my ass cheeks. Slowly spreading my mounds apart I can feel his
warm breath nearing my hole. I rock back toward his face in the hopes he’ll do
something to end my yearning. He hesitates, as I’ve come to expect him to.
Everything in Brian’s time, I never get exactly what I want when I want it but
that is all part of the game, and I like it.
"I’m sorry, did you want me to do something down here?" Brian’s voice
is low and sultry and just the sound of it makes me moan and collapse on the
bed. He laughs as he lowers himself to me, his tongue slowly slides down my
crack toward the soft spot of skin that he feels partial ownership of. His
tongue lightly darts around my hole and I let out a groan that says I need
more. He obliges this time and his tongue starts to work its way in and out of
me, touching all the right places, making me lost in ecstasy.
I try to rub my aching cock against the velvet bedcover to get give it some
much needed relief, but Brian quickly rolls me over and insists he attend to
it. My mouth drops open as words I can barely make out escape from deep within
me. Brian’s warm, wet mouth on my dick is more than I can stand. I breathe
deeply concentrating on just this moment, hoping to god I don’t come too soon.
When his hands lift my ass and his index finger finds its way into my hole I
jump and yelp pulling away from him. "Easy sonny boy," he laughs a
little as his eyes hold mine. Breathlessly I reply, "I don’t want to cum
yet, it’s too soon. I want to make it last." I go to sit up, but Brian
falls on top of me pressing hard kisses in to my mouth as he holds me still. In
a moment I am calm and have regained control, he always knows exactly what to
do.
Grabbing a condom from the bedside table, Brian rolls on his back and waits for
me to slide it on. He watches so intently as I throw the wrapper aside and use
both hands to guide his cock into our safety net. I start to roll over, but he
grabs my shoulder, shoving me hard onto the bed. I smile so wide it almost
hurts. There is something so undeniably sexy about his need to fuck me face to
face. He doesn’t do it all the time, but when he does I can see his want for a
connection. Something more than just an orgasm, or three. He wants to look at
me and talk to me and feel the connection between us, sometimes it is more than
I can bear. He puts my legs over his shoulders and starts to slide into me
slowly. My head rolls back onto the bed as air escapes my lungs. That first
push, as his slick cock passes all the places it has come to know inside of me,
is so undeniably tantalizing that I silently pray for it to last forever. But,
as always he pulls out and begins a rhythm in me and that is good, so good. And
as always I forget which moment I am trying to hold on to, because they are all
more amazing than the one before.
I look at Brian, rocking in and out of me, moaning and breathing deep and
staring into my eyes and kissing me hard and I think, Why would you want more
than this? How could you need more than this? This perfection, this pleasure,
this love. I push the thoughts out of my mind and remember to be thankful for
what I have. I do get to come home to Brian each night, to live in this loft,
to share his life as much as anyone ever could. I’m breaking new ground
everyday, paving paths to Brian’s heart. And it is a mixture of pleasure and
pain, much like sex, being the first to go there.
Brian’s thrusts become more frantic and I know he is getting closer. I go to
reach for my cock and stop, deciding to have Brian do it would be much, much
better. He lets out an animal-like moan that makes me smile. I get off on those
moans, knowing my body is what is making him feel that way. "Brian…,"
I whisper at first and he doesn’t know I’m trying to get his attention.
"Brian," I’m louder this time, more assertive, "my cock, please."
Our eyes meet and mine tell his to do something about the ache in my groin. He
complies immediately and moves just enough to put his hand between our bodies.
He tugs, gently at first, and then harder on my dick. I let out an exasperated
gasp. Something about Brian touching is so much more erotic than anyone else
I’ve ever been with.
I whimper a little as his strokes become quicker and more deliberate. He is
using my precum as a lubricant to slide his hand up and down the shaft of my
cock. He beats me off and bites my neck and never stops the amazingly deep
thrusts inside of me and I marvel at how good one person can be at every aspect
of fucking. Then I cum, hard and fast, and the convulsions begin. Exactly what
Brian has been waiting for, and I can see the look of satisfaction on his face.
The muscles in my hole begin to grip his dick and as they attempt to force it
out he shoves it back in and we both moan, loud and deep. My eyes are glazed
over and my body is out of my control and the waves of my orgasm begin to
diminish. Just then Brian cums, it is always this way, this impeccable timing
that we have. Neither of us is ever left unsatisfied. We are always elated and
out of breath, two wonderful things for the moments post-sex. Brian’s back
arches and his dick thrusts forward in me one last time as he screams out my
name. I love that, his recognition of who I am, who he’s with. It makes me
smile as I wrap my arms around his back as he falls onto me. The weight of his
body is heavy on mine, but I clutch to it like a blanket and I hold him there
for a long moment before he rolls off of me, and out of me.
"I hate that," I say very matter-of-factly.
"WHAT?" Brian rolls off his back and onto his side to stare at me, I
can tell by the alarm on his face that he hasn’t understood me at all. I lean
over, and give him a light kiss, "No, I LOVE that, I hate when your dick
slides out of me at the end. For a moment I feel so empty and lonely." I
drop my eyes to the bed, knowing I’ve revealed too much to Brian. I wait for
his sarcastic retort, but instead he lifts my chin with his soft hand.
"Well, don’t fret, I’m sure your hole won’t be lonely for too long."
And with that Brian rolls on top of me, and the deep frantic kissing begins
again. I grip his head in my hands and feel my eyes well up with tears,
squeezing them shut I will the tears away. Tears of joy, now that is something
Brian does not understand.
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