Wake Weekend – The Conclusion
Will Brian and Justin find “happily ever after” after all?
Justin and Brian’s POV
Rated NC-17
Justin
“You’re snoring.”
I shake my head to force the fog away. How long have I been asleep? Where the
fuck am I? Who’s talking to me? It’s dark and the ground is so cold beneath me.
Turning my head from side to side, I finally see him. “Brian.” I utter his name
just to say it. Just to hear myself form the word. Just to be sure that it’s
him and I’m me and we’re here. Just to make sure that what happened really
happened.
He smiles and pulls me close. “We’re going to be so fucking sore from sleeping
on this fucking concrete.”
“How long have we been out here?”
“No clue.”
With a big grunt, Brian stands up, turns, and holds out his hands to me. The
gesture is so simple and sweet that I have to bite my lip to keep from pointing
out the kindness that hides inside of him. He helps me up and then looks around
for the keys that he knocked out of my hand. It suddenly seems like that was a
lifetime ago.
When the door slides open, he doesn’t stalk inside like he normally would. He
turns to me and waits. Waits for ME to walk in first. It’s like this silent
offering. He’s inviting me in. I hope he hears me say ‘yes.’
The door has barely closed when he comes up behind me. I watch as he throws
some of our clothes that he’d collected in the hall onto the couch. His arms
snake around my middle and his lips find my neck.
“I’m not so tired anymore,” his whispers hungrily into my ear.
“I am,” I say as a shiver creeps down my spine. I lean back into his body,
knowing I don’t stand a chance. Within seconds I’m turning around to find his
mouth. I want to see it again and taste it again. I want to remember that it’s
all mine. At least, I hope it is.
We kiss and kiss and kiss until our breathing is labored and standing becomes
difficult. Then I tear myself away and smile. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
As our hands and mouths continue to roam, he drags me to the bedroom. We lose
our pants again and find ourselves rolling naked in the dark. Clutching and
sucking and grabbing and tearing…our actions are needy once again.
“The lights,” I whisper huskily, my voice full of unbridled passion. He furrows
his eyebrows and grunts a ‘huh?’ to let me know I was not understood.
I look up at the tubes above the bed, “The lights, turn them on.”
Unmoving, and with a look of confusion on his face, Brian continues to stare at
me. I sigh and then smile, “We always had them on. I want to remember what they
look like on your skin.”
He finally nods, finally gets what the hell I’m trying to say. His leg drags
across my already hard cock as he makes the slight movement to find the switch.
I gasp and he laughs as the blue light comes pouring down over us.
“Happy?” The word is drenched in sarcasm.
I grab both sides of his face and bring it close to mine, “Very.”
I hold his stare and keep a straight face. I want him to understand that we
aren’t talking about the lights anymore. A long moment passes of nothing but
our eyes locked in a trance. Finally he breathes, “Me too.” I sigh with relief.
There is no regret. He isn’t going to take back the words he said. He isn’t
going to run inside his fortress and pull up the bridge behind him. He’s
letting me in. He’s finally fucking letting me in.
He resumes exploring me with his mouth. His lips and tongue run trails all over
my chest and neck and arms. He takes my hand to his lips and kisses the palm.
Pulling my thumb into his mouth, he rolls it around inside the warmth and
wetness. He knows it makes me insane when he sucks on my fingers.
I start to arch up against his body, a sure sign that my body is ready for
more. He shakes his head as he stares at me. Those hazel eyes will be the death
of me. They hide everything he wants concealed. They reveal everything he wants
to show. He’s spent a lifetime training them well. And now they tell me he
wants to go slow this time. He wants it to last.
I sigh into his neck and then settle myself back on the bed. I’d let Brian
torture me for the rest of my days. You won’t hear any complaints escape these
lips. Moans and whimpers, yes…complaints, no. He licks my collarbone, runs his
tongue up and down that dip in my skin. He does it again and again until I
shiver beneath him.
He licks up my jaw line to just beside my ear. He sucks my earlobe into his
mouth, flicks it with the tip of his tongue. Then his warm tongue is replaced
by the coolness of his exhaled breath. My body shakes in response.
My eyes start to cloud over and I’m starting to get light-headed. Lust falls
over me like a blanket. It makes the world hazy and unimportant. I want to live
under its warmth forever. It’s almost funny that I thought I could find this
with anyone but Brian. There was never anyone but Brian.
Brian
My ass is sore from sleeping on that fucking concrete out there…and maybe from
what came before the sleep. It’s a good ache, though. With Justin beneath me,
both of us in a very familiar position, my life seems right. The world seems
right. God…I’d let him fuck me again right now. All he’d have to do is ask.
When did this kid become my Achilles’ heel?
He wanted the lights on and now I see why. I think he wanted me to remember
what his skin looked like bathed in cool blue. He knew it’d be all over after
that. He’s right.
I pin him down and press my body into his. I run my tongue over every inch of
him three times over. He fights it at first. Grinds his hips, licks his lips,
grits his jaw. Begs for it faster and harder and now. Then he settles. He gives
into the power of slow, shared passion. It overcomes us and for a moment I am
lost.
At first, the soft kiss is enough, the gentle caress is all I want. His warm
breath on my neck and my lips at his chest and our fingers entwined make
everything else so unimportant. It scares me that I didn’t know feelings like
this existed before him. It scares me more now that I know they do. But he
calms me…as long as he stays here I’ll be okay. I’ll do anything. I know that
now.
“Fuck me.” I snap out of my love-sick puppy trance. I have to smile to myself.
If he only knew what I’d been thinking in the seconds before he begged to be
fucked. Oh, the irony.
I kiss him hard and deep and run my tongue into the depths of his eager mouth.
Somewhere between the raised legs and cold lube and the condom I stop. I should
tell the kid what I was thinking. That was our problem…that is our problem. I
never mean what I say and never say what I mean. No time like the present to
start changing bad habits.
“I want to make love to you.” I whisper it in his ear, so soft and serious. His
body jerks. A physical reaction to my use of the “L” word twice in one night.
Granted, I’m not using the magical three-word phrase, but I’m using one of the
words, damn it. Gotta start somewhere. I have to show him I’m at least headed
in the right direction.
I lift my head to meet his wide, shocked eyes. I wink and I smile and then I
kiss him. He laughs into my lips and makes them vibrate in this amazing way. It
makes me laugh too. I think it’s all we can do. Trying to wrap our brains
around how this train wreck of a relationship is suddenly nothing but smooth
sailing is too difficult. It’s too much right now. We’ll do it soon enough…but
for now I just want to enjoy the moment.
Finally the giggles subside and we kiss and kiss until our body temperatures
rise and our hips start to push into one another. I have a fleeting curiosity
to find out the time, but then I decide it doesn’t really matter. Nothing else
matters really. He’s here…and it’s good.
“Brian?” The way he says my name…makes me want to scream at all of the ordinary
people that use it everyday. Doesn’t seem fair that I should have to hear them
say it. Doesn’t seem fair than anyone else should be allowed.
I release his nipple from between my lips and meet his eyes. I wait for the
question I assume he wants to ask.
“Seriously. Fuck me.” His smirk makes me want to kick his ass. The role
reversal that’s occurring is nauseating.
“It’s called ‘making love,’ little boy. Have some respect.” I smack his ass to
lighten the moment.
We both smile and I feel around to find the condom I had in my hand moments
ago. I pull it out from under his left ass cheek and we both smirk. This is so
comfortable again so quickly I should be worried. But, I’ve never been so calm.
I’m inside of him in seconds and after that first push, the rest of the night
is a blur of bliss. There is sweat and struggle and mind-bending orgasm. There
are sheets and lights and legs and arms. It’s all perfect. It’s all so fucking
perfect.
Justin
I’m shaking my ass and singing the new Shakira song, which has been obnoxiously
stuck in my head for days, when his hands snake around my waist. Thank God he
was ready to hold me up because I jumped ten feet and nearly knocked us both on
our asses.
“What the fuck are you doing?” We’re both already smiling.
“What the fuck are you doing, Shakira?”
“Don’t start. You know I sing in the shower. Hey, how did you know she sang
that?”
“I missed it.” His voice is suddenly so soft and sincere, all I can do is kiss
him. I let us gloss over the Shakira question. The soap on my body makes us
slippery as we slide together under the steaming-hot water. You really don’t
know what you’ve got until it’s gone.
He finally takes his lips away and I miss them so much. I’m not sure how I’ll
get through my day away from him. I start to wonder if I’ll be back here
tonight. How this is all going to work and what we’re going to do. I don’t want
to think about all of that now, but somehow I can’t stop myself.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
I smile at the sweet question, “You were sleeping so soundly. I didn’t dare.” I
have a little smirk on my face when I say it.
He dips his head and growls in my ear, “You wouldn’t want me to miss this,
would you?” Then he reaches behind me and turns the knob further to the left,
making the water even hotter than it already is. He turns me around to face the
stream of water and holds my body tight to his. He kisses my neck and my ear
and the back of my head. I can feel his cock spring to attention in the small
of my back. It feels so good there, he’s the perfect height.
Brian
moves my head, placing my face partially under the jets of water coming from
his overpriced showerhead. My natural inclination is to fight what he’s doing,
but he won’t let me. “No.” He whispers it in my ear and it makes me succumb to
whatever pleasure-filled torture he has in store. If I do what he wants, I
won’t regret it. He’s yet to prove me wrong on that account.
He positions me so that two hard streams of steaming hot water are attacking my
lips. I want to jerk away, the sensitive pieces of skin don’t like it much, but
Brian won’t let me. “Give it a second,” he says calmly. So I do and sure
enough, after a second it goes from being unbearable to being fantastic. It’s
that strange place between pleasure and pain. The water’s a little too hot and
beating down a little too hard, but that’s what makes it feel so good on my
lips. He molds himself against my body and bites my neck a little. I let my
head fall back onto his shoulder, but make sure the water stays on my lips. He
runs the bar of soap up my torso and tickles my nipples with the corner of it.
I breathe in deep the smell of French luxury and realize how much I missed it.
He lathers the soap in the neatly trimmed hair around my cock, circling it over
and over until I move from semi-hard to ready-to-explode. My breath is shaky
and my knees are a little weak. I stretch my arms out in front of me, trying to
feel for the wall, but I can’t reach it. “It’s okay.” He tells me as his hands
start to work my dick over. I let out a deep moan and feel myself transfer the
burden of my body weight to Brian. He doesn’t seem to mind. Of course, I’m
putty in his hands and letting him have that control is worth the extra weight
he has to carry. I think he knows that by now.
Brian
I sneak up on him in the shower as he’s fucking singing the new Shakira song
that I can’t get out of my fucking head. The DJs at Babylon have had a field
day remixing it and I want to kill every last one of them.
I ask him why he didn’t wake me and he says I was sleeping soundly. I resist
the urge to tell him that it was the best sleep I’d gotten in my whole fucking
life. We’re being all open and communicating and shit, but he doesn’t need to
know every fucking thing.
I tell him I miss his singing in the shower and I think that’s enough to
satisfy him this morning. He smiles and kisses me and this little light in his
eye makes butterflies swirl in my gut. I feel like some ridiculous teenager all
over again. I didn’t expect to ever feel this shit again…I thought I was too
old and too jaded and too set in my ways. Guess he’s proved me wrong on all
accounts. Good for him.
I want to give him something in return for what he’s given me. I want to show
him that this will be good every goddamned day if he’ll just stay with me. I
wonder if he’s thought about what happens after this shower, after we get
dressed and go back to our lives. What happens then? Where do we go from here?
The thought makes me light-headed.
Coping with stress as I always do, I spin him around and angle his face under
the hot water. He resists my strange positioning at first, but gives in. I let
his full red lips fall prey to the steaming, beating water. I can see when it
starts to feel good to him and I wrap my arms around him.
I soap his body until it’s covered in white foam. I circle his cock a million
times, never actually touching it. I finally watch him reach for the walls for
some support, and then I know I’ve got him. I let him lean into me and I take
his engorged cock into my hands. I lick and suck and bite his neck as I look
down over his shoulder to watch my own hands caress him. His eyes flutter and
his mouth falls open, but when the hot water sneaks inside he’s quickly
reminded to shut it again. I run a finger over his lips and he smiles. The once
painful streams of water feel amazing now.
He starts to pump his cock through my hands, grinding his ass into my hard
dick. I know he wants me inside, I know he’s thinking of asking. But, it’s not what
he’s getting right now.
I keep slowly running my hands up and down his shaft, changing the strokes,
changing the rhythm, changing the intensity. I can feel his heart beating
through the thick vein that runs along the underside of his cock. I press my
index finger against the pulse to torture him a little more.
Suddenly I move my left hand between our bodies and let my fingers slide down
his gorgeous ass. This time his hands move to find the wall and he practically
falls into it. His head, completely under the falling water, falls forward as
he gasps for breath. Knowing I can make him this crazy, knowing I’ll always be
able to…it fills me up and makes my body buzz.
I slide a finger inside of him. Let it play a little as it stretches that first
ring of muscle. Then I start a little rhythm as it delves deeper. I add another
finger and then another. When I’ve got three inside of him I reach for his
prostate. Find it on the first try. His hips jerk like a bolt of lightening has
found its way into my bathroom and struck him. I laugh a little and watch his
legs to make sure he isn’t going to fall over. He’s working so hard to stay
standing; it makes me wish he could float.
I match the thrust of my fingers with the pump of my hand on his dick. They
move together fluidly as I kiss his back and bite at his shoulder blades. I
feel my own raging hard on bounce around near his ass. My desire to halt
everything and shove it inside of him is strong, but I exercise what little
restraint I have when I’m with him.
When he finally comes, he moans so loudly it momentarily deafens me. I’m almost
shocked by how much come covers the wall and how many inaudible noises escape
his lips. I love that feeling I get when he comes like this. The reward for
knowing someone so well. The payoff for learning their sweet spots and their
turn-ons and their limits. Who knew couple-hood could work so well?
Justin
When I come it’s blinding. I’ve said it a thousand times after particularly
mind-bending sessions with Brian, but I swear it’s the hardest I’ve ever come.
He wasn’t even inside of me. Well he’s always inside of me. But, I mean
literally. It was just his hands. Just his calm breathing and his slow rhythm
and the hot water. I could hardly stand up long enough to see it through.
By the end I was gasping for air and praying I didn’t fall to my knees. But he
held me up, he always holds me up.
When it was over, I just stood completely still in the center of the shower,
realizing that the water had nearly started to run cool. I sensed him reaching
around me to shut the water off. He slipped his hand into mine and led me out
of the shower, wrapped me in a warm towel and dried me. I stood there not
knowing what to do or say or how to act. I want to hug him and thank him for
loving me. I want to apologize for ever doubting that he did. I want to scream
from the rooftops of every building in this city that I’ve found what most
people search for their whole lives. But, first…first I have to ask him one
simple question.
“What’s going to happen now?”
He looks startled by my sudden ability to speak. After a quizzical glance, he
goes back to rubbing beads of water from my skin with an incredibly soft, white
towel. I missed this too.
“You’re going to get dressed and I’m going to get dressed and then maybe I’ll
make coffee…” I grab his wrist to stop his sarcastic banter and when our eyes
meet I shake my head a little. It’s all I have to do.
“We’re going to work it out.” He sucks his lips into his mouth and waits for me
to agree.
“Are we?”
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“I’m asking if that’s what you want.”
“Can’t you tell?”
”Just needed to hear it.” My voice gets softer and softer by the second and my
gaze sinks to the floor.
He nods and slides his hands up my arms and onto my neck. He makes me look
right at him and then says, “I want you. I want this. I want us to work. Move
back in. Live here with me. Get in my way and clutter up my loft. Shower with
me, sleep with me, love me. You’re good at it.”
“And you’ll love me?”
He nods a little and whispers, “I do.” I know what it cost him. But he knows
what it means to me.
I lock my eyes on him and I concentrate hard on not crying. It’s so hard to
function when you finally get everything you ever wanted. But somehow I know
that I’ll manage.
The end
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