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Gradiva
Warnings:
Some chapters are heavy on smut, others are not. Overall, NC-17.
A fair amount of angst.
A little S&M, but nothing major at all.
Not beta-ed and written between midnight and 5 AM b/c of lack of sleep.
Random Meta:
lenajill
wanted Biblical references. Blame her.
I didn't put too many otherwise it would be a philosophy paper. If you really
want me to do that, I will, but not in a fic. I found my old notes on the Bible
and Nietzsche, so ... yeah, you REALLY don't want that.
viola69 and lenajill better be satisfied b/c I ain't rewriting this again. Also, they gave me the plot... or some of it. And pointed out stuff wrong with the original.
I didn't do the thing where Justin confronts Joanie, because:
(a) Justin is far too WASPY for a real smackdown with a woman, IMHO.
(b) Justin is fairly non-confrontational unlike, for instance, Craig.
(c) Randall and Cael are doing a fair amount of drama and smackdown, so not
going to steal their thunder.
I didn't want to RESOLVE the ending, so it's as Myrna would say "Hopeful,
if not happy."
References are from Nietzsche's "The wanderer and his shadow," "The Birth of Tragedy," and the "Antichrist." And of course, the Bible. And Ayn Rand's "The Fountainhead."
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He kisses Justin hesitantly. He thinks he might be able to fix things... at the very least, he's going to try. He holds Justin's neck, cups his face and kisses his lips, his cheek, his forehead.
He holds Justin's fingers in his own and brings them to his lips. Justin undoes his jeans and fly and shoves his pants and underwear down, then turns to face the wall. Brian turns him around and kisses him again, then removes Justin's shirt. He holds the hem of Justin's jeans and drags them down as he drops to his knees. He helps take them off; Justin places a hand on his shoulder for support while disentangling his shoes from the clothes. Finally Justin is naked, except for his sneakers. Brian stops him from taking those off, smiling as he discovers he might have a shoe fetish.
Brian sits down on a chair and Justin straddles him. He runs his fingers through Justin's hair and strokes his chest and belly, and Justin bites his lip to keep from laughing and chanting, You like to pet me, you like to pet me! Brian catches the smirk and laughs.
Justin attempts to unbutton Brian's shirt but Brian shakes his head, and asks him to get up. He does, and Brian follows suit, only to drop to his knees and take Justin's cock into his mouth, causing him to gasp in surprise. It's the first time Brian's ever been on his knees in the backroom, and he's kissing the insides of Justin's thighs, grabbing his ass and licking his cock with small grunts of pleasure, and it makes Justin impossibly hard.
Brian licks along the length of the shaft, then swallows around the head; with one hand he jerks off the base and with the other he reaches back to find Justin's hole. He opens his eyes for a moment and sees everyone staring at them, slack-jawed; at Justin's smooth Apollinian frame writhing in pleasure; at him, fully-clothed, on his knees, sucking his cock like a love-struck schoolboy.
Justin comes with a shout, and Brian holds him steady and swallows, then stands up and leans in for a kiss. This time, when Justin's lips meet his, they don't pull away until Brian needs to take a breath, and when he does, he sees Justin flash a blinding smile at him with shining eyes.