Brandi
For paddies
Fic of My Dreams Challenge
Thanks to crazydiamondsue
for the beta, any mistakes within are my own. Also, I don't own the characters.
Summary: Season 1, Episode 4. Emmett: “What about you Brian? What’d you do?”
Brian: “I made it an early evening.”
Justin couldn’t believe his luck. He’d plotted, begged, lied, cried, and given
Daphne his biggest anime eyes … and now he was exactly where he wanted to be;
naked, on his back in Brian Kinney’s bed, for the second time. He sighed, rolled
over onto his stomach, and buried his face in the highest thread count sheets
he’d ever encountered. Every few seconds, he’d get a mental flashback of Brian
fucking him from behind, his ass would twitch, dick would rise a little bit
more, and the butterflies dancing in his belly would start to tango. He’d just
become the exception to the “no repeats” rule and nothing could wipe the grin
from his face. Justin let out another dreamy sigh when he heard the toilet flush.
Seconds later as he felt Brian return to bed, Justin held himself still and
waited to see what Brian would do next.
Justin tensed in anticipation when Brian knelt behind him, kissed first one
shoulder then the other and breathed into his ear, “Ready for round two?”
Justin moaned and wriggled into the sheets in response. He arched into Brian’s
touch, body still sensitive from round one. He gasped when Brian bit his ass
and moaned when he felt Brian’s breath against his hole. Justin pushed back
onto Brian’s tongue for a full second before protesting, “Brian wait.”
Justin felt Brian’s lips twitch in a smirk before he asked, “What’s the matter?”
Justin looked back over his right shoulder and almost shot all over Brian’s
sheets again. Brian was crouched behind him, a cheek in each hand, spreading
Justin wide to reveal his hole. “N-nothing.” Justin stammered almost, but not-quite,
embarrassed at how deeply Brian affected him. “Its just … you make me feel …”
Justin felt himself blush and thought for a moment how ridiculous it was to
blush over talking about sex when he’d just had his ass fucked before he continued.
“You do this stuff to me, and it feels better than I ever imagined it could.
And I just, I don’t know, lay here and take it. I want to make you feel good,
too.”
Brian met Justin’s gaze and arched one eyebrow. “So what’s stopping you?”
Justin’s blush deepened and suddenly looking at Brian was much too embarrassing.
He buried his face back in the sheets before answering, “I don’t know what to
do.”
Brian released his grip on Justin’s ass and sat back on his heels, studying
the body spread wantonly on his bed. Brian chuckled quietly for a moment before
laying down beside Justin and spreading his body out into an X. “Do whatever
you want.” Brian waited a beat before sticking his tongue in his cheek and quantifying
his answer, “within reason.”
Justin went from lying down to kneeling so fast he was dizzy for a moment before
squeaking out, “Really?” Without waiting for his response, Justin quickly straddled
Brian and leaned down for a kiss. Justin had kissed one guy before Brian, Robbie
at summer camp two years ago, so he didn’t have a lot to compare, but Justin
was sure that Brian Kinney was the greatest kisser on earth. In fact, he was
certain that Brian was the greatest lover on earth, and he was being given a
chance to learn at the Master’s feet. Justin emulated Brian’s technique as best
he could. Mouths wide, tongues tangled, lips sucked, he exchanged his breath
for Brian’s until Justin had to pull away gasping.
He paused for one second before diving for Brian’s neck, again copying Brian’s
style as much as possible. He nibbled, licked, sucked, kissed, and used his
breath to turn Brian on. Justin felt a surge of triumph when he felt Brian’s
dick stiffen between his legs. Encouraged, he nibbled a little harder at the
junction of Brian’s neck and collar bone. Justin savored the taste of Brian’s
skin and the pulse he could feel against his temple when his head was wrenched
backwards by his hair. “Watch it Junior, no marks.”
Justin blushed again and stammered out, “s-sorry,” before pressing on to Brian’s
chest. Justin studied the difference between the textures of the nipples versus
the chest, trailing wet, sloppy kisses and tiny, nibbling bites back and forth
between Brian’s nipples and all the gorgeous skin between when he heard the
click of a lighter.
He jerked away from Brian’s chest in time to see Brian’s first toke on the joint.
Humiliation and anger waged a war through Justin’s emotions. Justin slapped
Brian’s chest before putting his hands on his hips and demanding, “What the
hell are you doing?”
Brian spoke before exhaling, “Laying here, smoking a joint, and enjoying myself.”
He exhaled forcefully and handed Justin the joint. “Here, relax, you’re trying
too hard.”
Brian’s answer confused Justin, which wasn’t anything new, the man was an enigma.
He wasn’t any good, so Brian gave him drugs? He didn’t know whether to be embarrassed,
grateful, or pissed off. Justin finally settled on curious and took the proffered
joint.
“What do you mean?” He asked before he took his first hit. His eyes widened
at the taste and the smoothness of the smoke. “That’s good shit,” Justin said
without exhaling and handed the joint back to Brian.
Brian inhaled and exhaled again before responding, “I only smoke the best.”
They didn’t speak again until Brian was fairly certain Justin was heading past
a little buzzed and just short of stoned. He crushed out the joint in the ashtray
on the nightstand and pulled Justin down until he was once again lying on top
of him. His fingers idly played with the hairs on the back of Justin’s neck
as he answered. “You were like a robot, lick, nip, and suck. Its not about what
you’re doing.” Brian paused in his lecture and tilted Justin’s face up until
their eyes met. He noted Justin’s eyes were slightly glassy and nodded in approval.
“Its about feeling what you do.” Brian held Justin’s gaze until he thought Justin
understood. “Now, try again.”
Justin pressed his forehead to Brian’s breastbone, slid his legs to the inside
of Brian’s and straightened them out. He wiggled around until their dicks were
aligned but not touching and then Justin did exactly what Brian told him to.
He relaxed. His body melted on top of Brian’s, Justin breathed deeply in and
out, head spinning a little from the pot, body tingling from Brian. Justin contemplated
the words “feel what you do” and then he got it.
He trailed his tongue along the underside of Brian’s pec and felt the muscle
twitch. Justin nibbled along the top of Brian’s abs and felt his hip jerk in
response. Justin did it again, harder this time and felt Brian’s dick twitch.
He lost himself exploring Brian’s body, each twitch of Brian’s body, every hitch
of breath, drew Justin further into Brian’s pleasure and away from his own awareness.
Justin was drowning in Brian; he’d licked from the root of Brian’s dick to the
tip without even realizing it. Brian’s gasp and the jerk of his hips brought
Justin’s awareness back to his actions and he stared transfixed at the cock
pressing lightly against his lips.
Justin nervously licked his lips and inadvertently the tip of Brian’s dick.
He heard Brian’s moan and felt one of Brian’s hands cup the back of his head.
Justin paused, staring at Brian’s dick a little confused, excited, nervous,
and very, very, high. “Feel what you do,” echoed in his head again, so he closed
his eyes and wrapped his lips around Brian’s dick. One flick of his tongue and
Justin was lost yet again.
It wasn’t about what to do with lips, or tongue, or teeth, or throat, it was
about the flex of Brian’s hips, the groan in the back of his throat, his balls
drawing ever closer to his body. It was about the sudden thrust of his hips,
that pushed him in farther than he’d been before, how his body arched and then
the sudden rush of hot, salty, bitter-sweet fluid in Justin’s mouth. It was
about how Brian didn’t get soft when Justin swallowed. It was about how Brian’s
eyes crinkled up when he said, “Not bad.”
It was about how Justin didn’t even know what had happened when he found himself
on his back, knees up to his ears, and Brian buried to the hilt inside him again.