“Watch it,” Brian rolls away, his slick skin makes it impossible for Justin to keep his grip.
“Brian,” Justin’s voice is low and husky, full of lust. It makes Brian’s insides do things he’d never admit to. Justin sighs and flops back on the bed, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
It’s late, or early (depending on when your day ends and begins) and they’ve been playing for hours. Brian just felt like kissing for what seemed like days. It took a six-pack of beer and two complete spins through the new Beck album for him to even slip his hand under Justin’s shirt.
It was a game and Justin knew it. It was exactly the kind of game they both liked to play. A battle of wills, their erections their weapons. Eventually they’d turned off the stereo and cleaned up the empty bottles, Brian’s hands flitting over Justin’s cotton-covered ass as he stood at the sink washing dishes.
Justin had taken to sighing out his frustrations, but continued to play along for hours. Brian orchestrated every new level. Off came their shirts, their socks, finally their pants. The sun would be coming up soon and they still had their underwear on. Brian congratulated himself on teaching Justin so much restraint, he had no idea the boy would last this long.
Brian watches as Justin’s eyes flutter and his stomach contracts. His erection tents the front of his little-boy briefs. The white cotton, soaked and clingy, forces Brian to reach down and run his fingers over it.
Justin’s hips come up and he bites his lip, but he doesn’t make a sound. Brian smiles, adds a little pressure, gets the same reaction.
“Brian,” Justin’s voice is still low and frustrated.
Brian takes his hand away; Justin rolls his head to the side and opens one eye.
“You’re gonna have to let me eventually.”
Brian rolls toward Justin and props himself up on one elbow. He smirks, “I have to do no such thing.”
Justin sighs again, looks like he might scream but simply flops back again, shutting his eyes tight this time.
Brian can appreciate Justin’s desire and is even a little impressed by his persistence of late, but he doesn’t think Justin’s ready. And he’s thought about it a lot, more than he’d care to.
He feels a pang of something and immediately feels the need to wash it away. He moves over between Justin’s legs and pulls his underwear down roughly. Justin stays still, but he twists up a handful of sheets in each sweaty palm. His legs fall apart the minute Brian pulls his briefs off his feet.
Brian takes Justin’s cock into his mouth quickly, sucking hard and moving fast. Justin comes in under two minutes.
Brian sits up, satisfied. Justin opens his eyes eventually, still pulling in air hard and fast. His orgasm was intense, nearly painful. He’d teetered on the edge for hours only to be thrown off in a single blinding moment.
Brian studies his face for a long minute and then leans down close, “Okay?”
Justin sees genuine concern on Brian’s face; he realizes Brian’s mistaking a bruised ego for something more. Justin nods and gives Brian a small smile.
Brian waits a beat, deciding to go a little easier this round. He gets a condom from the bowl and slicks his right hand with lube. He pushes at Justin’s thighs, kissing the insides of his knees as he does it. He pushes the first finger in and then another. Justin hisses and arches into him, moving down the bed immediately wanting more.
Brian bites at his own lower lip to stop the smile that’s trying to escape. “Ready?” He asks Justin after a few more minutes of fingering.
Justin nods, “Yes, now,” the words are barely puffs of air.
Brian slides in slowly, moving Justin’s legs gingerly to his shoulder. He doesn’t know why he’s being so careful. He’s never fucked anyone as insatiable as Justin. He doesn’t think he could hurt the boy if he tried, though he’d never.
A few minutes of deep, slow strokes and Brian’s brain stops factoring into the equation. He’s been hard for hours too and his body isn’t interested in slow or gentle. It’s just as well because Justin’s clenching down hard and murmuring for more, more, more and harder, harder, harder, so Brian complies.
He comes faster than he intends to, which is often the case when he’s fucking Justin.
**
He can tell the sun’s up before he opens his eyes. He wonders what time they finally got to sleep, figures it was after 4. He can’t believe he stayed up that late when he has an early meeting. Three hours of a sleep were enough once upon a time, when he was Justin’s age.
He sighs, feels Justin’s soft, warm hands moving down his back. He knows he doesn’t have time for much this morning, but it’s always interesting to see what Justin has planned.
Justin’s tongue starts working down his spine, painting patterns in spit over the expanse of his back. As Justin gets down near his waist, sliding his tongue over Brian’s hips, the rich smell of brewing coffee fills the room. Brian sighs into his pillow, settling deeper, he hates that he could get used to this.
Justin’s tongue flits even lower, moving over each side of his ass. He traces the crack gently and cautiously dips inside. Brian knows this is probably headed into a danger zone, but right now it feels really good and he figures he should give a little back of everything he took last night.
Justin finally parts his cheeks, huffing hot air over his hole. Justin’s done this before; Brian knows he’s good at it.
Brian’s thighs part slightly, his hips rising from the mattress nearly imperceptibly (or so he hopes). Justin notices of course, Justin notices everything. He takes that as a sign to continue and finally presses his tongue flat against Brian’s hole, licking hard and fast before finally sticking it inside. A little swirling and lapping and jabbing in the right spot and Brian lets out a moan. He bites his tongue when he hears himself, nearly choking on the moan that follows.
Justin smiles with satisfaction, moves his tongue deeper and faster. His breath is pulling in and out of his nose hard and everything around his face feels warm and wet and smells like sex. He starts to rut against the mattress himself, nearly coming each time Brian sighs or moans or shifts his hips even an inch.
Justin adds a finger; he loves how dangerous it feels. His gut clenches and his eyes flutter when Brian pushes back against his hand, even if it’s only just a little. He works in a second and pulls out his tongue. He spits on his fingers and goes deeper, curling them and finding Brian’s prostate again and again. Justin knows how this feels, this is his territory. All he wants is for Brian to enjoy this half as much as he does.
When Justin adds a third finger Brian tries to roll over. Justin knows he’s at the end of his rope and Brian officially feels uncomfortable. He also knows if Brian would just give in a tiny bit, let Justin have this, it would feel amazing.
Brian gets onto his back and looks up at Justin. Justin grips his thigh hard and leans forward to kiss him. Brian turns his face away, “Get your fingers out of my ass.”
Justin moves them a bit deeper again, stroking Brian inside. Brian’s eyes fly shut, “Justin.” He sounds torn.
Justin pets his stomach, moves his fingers in and out a few more times. He licks his own lips and his jaw tenses. He’s moving slowly, so careful with each move.
There’s a lot he wants to say, but he’s afraid the sound of his voice will break the spell. So he just keeps petting with one hand and probing with the other and praying that Brian will just let himself have this.
Justin leans down and licks softly over the head of Brian’s cock, he gathers the pre-come collected there and holds it on his tongue. He loves the way Brian tastes, especially in the morning.
Some of the tension leaves Brian’s body and when he doesn’t open his eyes again Justin feels victory lurking around the corner. He starts to move faster now, he looks down to watch his fingers move in and out.
His own breathing is getting choppy and erratic, making him light headed. He spits on his fingers again and adds a fourth, curling his hand up slightly so they’ll all fit inside. Brian reaches down and grabs his wrist on the first in stroke. His muscles clench and Justin’s jaw drops open, he can nearly hear the bones in his fingers cracking. And then Brian takes a deep breath and releases, dropping Justin’s wrist at the same time. Justin pushes in a little further and waits. Then he starts moving in and out a moment later when Brian doesn’t try to stop him again.
Justin’s eyes shift back to watching his hand again. He thinks about fisting and what that must be like. His heart beats faster when he considers that he’s not that far off right now. He knows this has to be a sign that he’ll get to fuck Brian soon. It has to be.
Brian comes with a shout. Justin keeps his fingers inside, pressing against Brian’s prostate to keep the orgasm coming hard and fast. Brian’s body jerks and jumps and his hole clenches around Justin’s fingers like a vice, pulling his hand in a little deeper. Justin could come just from looking at that sight. That place where Brian ends and he begins.
He thinks about what it’ll be like when he finally does get to fuck Brian; when he gets to watch his own cock disappear in there instead of just his fingers. He takes his left hand and moves it lightly over the head of his cock, coming seconds later just from the thought.
In the shower Brian bitches him out for how late he’s going to be. Justin just hums and washes Brian’s back, sliding the soap gently over Brian’s ass.
The End
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