Brian/George
Here's my third Brian fic. This one is George and Brian. It was really odd how this one just sort of fell out of my mind. It all came rather easily yet, it took me so long to write it. It's confusing. Anyways, huge thanks to my wonderfull and lovely beta
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Title: Dynamics of a Relationship
Word Count: 3,344
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Brian & George
Warning: Slight bondage.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Title: Dynamics of a Relationship
Word Count: 3,344
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Brian & George
Warning: Slight bondage.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Brian angrily pushed George into the room.
"Let me go!" George shouted.
"I'm not letting you leave until you calm down, and talk to me rationally." Brian locked the door and then turned fully onto George. His jaw was tight and his eyes stern. "Do you want to explain what the hell that was all about?" He asked.
George's chest heaved. His breath left him in quick, angry, bursts. "I don't want to talk about it." George spat out.
Brian looked at George closely. His eyes took in the heaving chest, tight jaw, and clenched fists. George looked like a rabid caged animal. Brian slowly reached out. His fingers were just mere inches away before George sneered and pulled back. George turned and stalked further into the room.
"I don't want to talk to you about it." George's shoulders sagged and he stared out the window as he spoke.
"You'll just take John's side anyway."
Brian chewed his lip. He pulled away from the door and walked to George. Placing his hand on George's shoulder, Brian whispered.
"I don't always take his side."
George made a snide laugh in his throat. "No, of course you don't, Brian."
"From what I saw you're the one who over reacted." Brian stated calmly.
George whipped around and glared at Brian. His shoulders squared, and his body tense.
"You don't have a fucking clue as to what was going on." George shouted. Brian looked over George's angry demeanor. He stayed where he was and folded his arms.
"Then tell me." He said.
George squinted. His mind started running through reasons as to why Brian had followed him from the other room. Why Brian was here now. And why Brian seemed so fucking interested all of the sudden. Brian stood and waited. George turned away and sat on the bed.
In all truth, Brian had always been interested. He had never failed to hunt one of the others down, whenever he felt they needed it, to talk to them. Brian never failed to extract the truth from them. And he would do it in such delicious ways. George shivered, as he remembered the first time Brian had kissed him. It had been hot and rough. Brian's tongue had plunged into his mouth over, and over.
George shook his head. Trying to rid his mind of the warm memories. He grasped for his anger. He struggled to keep it wrapped around him, as if it were a warm blanket. He would not give in this time. George was sure of it. Brian watched the anger fall, and then suddenly rise again on George's face. He mentally sighed and leaned back against the wall. Brian slowly began to undo his tie.
"I don't want to talk about it, I said." George moved further on to the bed and kicked his shoes off.
"George, it’ll do you good if you do." Brian's voice was soft.
George looked away. His fingers began playing with the coverlet on the bed. He didn't want to talk it would only make him angrier. George felt the heat from Brian's gaze and he shifted on the bed. "It's John, and Paul."
"What about them?" Brian asked. He placed his tie on the table next to him and undid his collar.
"They won't listen to anything I say. I thought by now it would've changed, but it hasn't."
Brian nodded. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed bringing his tie with him. George tried to ignore the mattress sagging under Brian's weight. He looked to the edge of the bed and chewed his lip.
"I understand. But, you should know that it isn't going to change."
George glared at Brian.
"This is what your relationship with them is built on." Brian turned to look at George. He stepped out of his shoes and slipped his jacket off his shoulders. George's anger flared a little. He crossed his arms and lay back against the pillows.
"It should change. I shouldn't constantly have to stand under them."
Brian's jacket was on the floor. He stood, and walked to George's side of the bed. He sat down beside him and reached out to stroke George's hair.
"If it did change, the dynamics of your relationship would change. You don't have any idea what that would then affect. You can't think that something else wouldn't happen that would bother you. It would be pointless to trade one evil for another." Brian leaned closer his breath falling warmly over George's cheek. George shuddered, and he pressed back into the bed separating himself a little from Brian.
"So you think its okay then?" George asked. His eyes widened as he took in Brian's features.
Brian moved his hand to George's wrist. He encircled it, and caressed the skin.
"No. I didn't say that." Brian whispered. His grip on George's wrist tightened and Brian pressed forward. He closed his lips over George's mouth. His tongue pushed past soft lips and delved into wet heat. Brian shivered as he felt George tensing under him. Brian quickly reached out and took hold of George's other wrist. George began to press against him. He wasn't sure if he was moving in acceptance of Brian's actions, or with defiance against them. Brian groaned and crawled farther on to the bed. He quickly straddled George's struggling body, and pulled the man's arms up. George bit onto Brian's lip and his hips jerked erratically. He was on the verge of giving in again-wasn't he? George felt caught between what his body wanted, and what his mind needed.
George broke the kiss with a moan and tried to pull his hands free.
"Brian, no!" George gasped.
Brian chuckled and moved his mouth to George's neck. He bit into the sensitive skin and sucked. George whimpered and melted into the cushions.
"I told you I didn't want to do this anymore!" George said.
Brian laid all of his weight into George. Keeping him firmly pinned into the bed.
"If we didn't do this every now, and then, George, the dynamics of our relationship would change. And I like our relationship." Brian scraped his teeth over skin and George cried out. His pants were becoming suffocatingly tight and the cloth was visibly outlining his hardened dick. Brian brought George's wrists together closing them into one firm grip. He reached out and picked up his seemingly abandoned tie. Brian detached his lips and moved further up George's body. His groin rubbed harshly over George's chest as he moved. Brian bit back a groan and tied George's wrists together.
"Brian!" George shouted. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Brian ignored the shouts, and strapped George's wrists to the headboard. He then slowly backed up, and climbed off of the bed. Brian slightly smiled, as he surveyed his handiwork. George's face was flushed. His arms outstretched, and he was frantically pulling at his bonds.
"I said I didn't want it like this!" George yelled. His body fell back into the bed and George released a strangled cry. He stared angrily up at Brian, as Brian began to undo his shirt.
"No. A second ago you were saying you didn't want it at all. I assumed you would need a little-persuasion." Brian let his shirt fall from his shoulders, before slowly taking steps towards the bed again. Brian grinned and slowly slipped out of his pants, as George continued to glare. He ran his hand down George's cheek, his chest, and finally settled on George's waist. His fingers began to play with the hem of George's shirt. He brought his other hand up and began to unbutton the item.
"No. I...I didn't say...I mean, I didn't mean it..." George squirmed under Brian's hands. His words fell in broken spurts. Brian pulled open George's shirt. Reveling at the flushed skin and hardened nipples. He slowly ran his fingertips over the skin.
"Oh, so you were pretending for my benefit then? I see. I do like that. Don't I, George?" Brian asked lifting an eyebrow, as George looked away.
His fingers moved to a nipple. He drew small circles over the nub. Watching as George's face tightened in concentration. Brian took the sensitive skin between his fingers and pinched it. George gasped, and arched into his hand. Brian smiled. George was going to try and stay as quiet and unresponsive as long as possible. Brian moved down farther. His mouth connected with George's chest and hot lips slowly enveloped a neglected nipple. Brian tongued the hardened nub, while twisting the other. His teeth sank in, and George arched forward again. His breath hitched in his throat, as Brian's hand slowly slid downwards. Nails scraping as they went. He sucked harshly, and pulled back with a pop. Brian watched the reddened trail he'd made on George's stomach.
George looked at Brian, his dark eyes heated with lust had turned into large brown pools. Brian's fingers played over the waist band of George's pants and fingers left tiny angry fires in their wake. George's stomach tightened in anticipation, as Brian moved both of his hands to George's sides scratching over the skin once more. George bit down on his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Fingers traced the injured skin and his body trembled under the light touch. George turned his head away, and felt fingers back at his groin playing over the tightened area of cloth. George fought with everything he had to keep his hips in place.
"You've been so tense lately. I'm not really surprised that you finally broke down in front of the others." Brian began to unzip George's pants. "I've noticed you haven't been transitioning well." The pants were pulled open and slid down firm legs. George breathed slowly, as the cool air moved over his limbs.
"The bigger crowds; the lack of attention to detail. The four of you being holed up together all the time. And now, you're beginning to have an identity crisis."
George glared at Brian. His cheeks flushed and his mouth set in a tight line. Brian looked down on him with a sympathetic look. “You’re wondering if this is all really worth it. You want to know why you aren't as important as John, and Paul. And you also want to know why no one, especially those two, have admitted to you're brilliance yet." Brian pushed George's thighs open, and settled himself in between them. His fingers massaged at the skin. Every now and then he would lower his head. Sucking, and biting along the tender thighs. George was straining against his bound wrists. His arms pulled tight, muscles raging under the skin. "And the truth is George," Brian lowered, hovering his mouth just over George's covered cock. "You haven't done anything brilliant, yet."
George shot up. His mouth opened in protest, but his voice broke off into a gasp, as he felt Brian's mouth close over his bulge. George's fingers clenched over the cloth of the tie. He gasped and moaned. Brian roughly took hold of George's thighs and pressed them open further. He sucked wetting the cloth of George's underwear. The heat from his mouth sent pleasure waves crawling up George's body.
"God Brian, no." George said.
"George." Brian moaned.
He gripped the waist band of George's boxers and unceremoniously pulled them off. He spread George's legs. Watching as George's hardened flesh twitched angrily. Brian licked his lips, and pulled George's legs up and over his shoulders.
"Brian, fuck!" George cried out.
Brian's mouth slowly bit over soft skin. He flattened his tongue and rolled it over the tip of George's cock. He tasted the slightly bitter fluid and opened his mouth wider. Sucking George in deeper. Brian relaxed his throat and began to move his head. He bobbed quickly over George's cock as his fingers played over tense thighs. Brian moved until he felt the tip of George's dick brushing against the back of his throat. Brian smiled around his mouthful. He was thoroughly enjoying the tortured noises coming from George. The man was totally unhinged, yet he was trying to fight for some kind of control. This was what Brian found so interesting. This tiring need of George's to keep himself tamped down. Brian slid off of George's engorged cock and sat back staring down at the man's flushed face, and chest. A fine sheen of sweat had broken out over George's skin. Brian pulled on George’s waist bringing him closer and stretching George's arms more. The muscles tightened and George's breath came out in heavy gasps. The sound filling the room as Brian's fingers stroked and pinched their way over George's thighs, chest; and arms.
"You're so good sometimes, George." Brian whispered.
Brian moved off the bed and went to the bedside table. He removed a small tube from the drawer and came back to the bed. He relieved himself of his boxers as he reached the bed. George watched Brian with hungry, wild eyes. His gaze fell immediately to Brian's cock; grinning as the angry red organ facing him demandingly. Brian stroked George's ribcage. His fingers memorizing every dip, and curve of George's chest. His mouth moved to George's nipples catching one small nub in between his teeth. George whimpered and pressed into the biting caress.
"Brian, please. Do it now." George whispered. His body rose and fell, as if it had been thrown out into a rapidly rising storm.
Brian set himself again between George's legs. Thighs going over his shoulders, and he felt the backs of George's calves brushing his shoulder blades. His fingers moved to open the tube. The small click sounded in the room. George's skin broke out into goose bumps at the sound knowing exactly what it meant. It had been awhile since the last time Brian had been inside him and he'd forgotten how much he had loved this. His body ached to be filled, stretched; pummeled open with Brian's rough movements. Soon slicked fingers were sliding over his skin; creeping in between his ass cheeks-searching in the cleft till they found George's entrance. George held his breath as he felt two of Brian's fingers push past tight muscle. The stinging sensation caused George to arch up. The grip of his thighs on Brian's shoulder's tightened-his arms stretched, and his vision began to blur. Brian pressed forward burying his fingers into George's ass as far as he could. Brian stroked the soft inner walls of George's passage and groaned as he felt George hitch up under him. George moaned and pressed back onto those fingers wanting more. He couldn't wait anymore. George wanted to be fucked-hard.
"Brian! Now! Fuck me now, dammit!" George half shouted, half gasped. His voice was getting caught up with his breath and falling out over his lips. Brian grunted in compliance and removed his fingers. George sighed at the loss and then took a breath waiting for the smooth head of Brian's cock. Brian slowly teased George's entrance pushing the tip of his dick into George, and then slowly removing it. Doing this over and over, until Brian's breathing became harsh, and tense.
"Stop it. Stop toying with me." George snarled. His hands clamored against the tie holding him captive. George found himself wishing that he could simply turn Brian onto his back and impale himself onto the heated organ. Brian tightened his grip on George's waist. Within a hour, there would be finger shaped bruises along the plae skin. Brian gasped and fully pushed his length into George. The tight heat pulling at his skin as he pushed passed the minimally stretched barrier. George cried out in shock and moaned, as Brian began to move. Heavy breathing and muffled moans filled the room as Brian's thrusts became hurried, and deep. George arched up to meet Brian's hips matching the older man's rhythm perfectly. The sound of skin hitting skin rang out through the entire room. George's eye lids fell heavy with raw lust, and need. Brian bent George's body. Bringing them closer together he buried his face in George's neck. Brian tasted skin made saltier with sweat. George's legs tightened invitingly over Brian's shoulders as he was pressed ever closer. His weeping cock was trapped snugly in between their two bodies.
"Brian, fuck me harder." George gasped. His mind released itself and he could only feel. He could only feel the sweet intensity of being stretched, and opened. His muscles contracting over Brian's cock as George pulled him closer with his legs. The air around them smelled musky, and wet. Brian groaned in his ear and bit the tender lobe as he pushed into George even harder. The thrusts were now erratic, and based solely on instinct. Brian's mouth sucked and bit, as his hips moved. His cock pulsed inside of George's body, and he hit against a tender spot. Brian gasped as George whimpered-pulling more on the tie. George's arms burned, and his wrists were sore. The pain brought another dense level to his pleasure. Brian's cock was against his prostate hitting it over, and over, and more rapidly with each harsh thrust. George felt each muscle spasm with the strain of the intense pleasure that racked his body.
"Brian!" He moaned. "So close. I'm so fucking close."
"Cum for me, George." Brian said, while breathing heavily into George's ear. Brian reached out and harshly slapped the now highly sensitive skin of George's thigh. George's eyes widened, as the cracking sound of the slap rippled over them and George yelled in surprise, as he came. The warm, sticky liquid spread out over their stomachs and chest. Brian moaned and slapped George's thigh again. This time his cock twitched; his stomach tightened, and he emptied himself inside of George before collapsing on top of him. The laid still. Breathing as the affect of their orgasms rippled through their bodies leaving them, for the moment, completely affected and unable to move.
George breathed slowly and looked up to the ceiling. His eyes gathered nothing but white plaster. The wrinkled look of it seemed to him, to be nothing but enormous cracks that waited only to swallow him, and Brian whole. Finally, George tore his eyes away from the ceiling and looked at the tie that was still holding him captive. A simple piece of material and yet, it was doing so much. George almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Brian moved slowly at first, but soon he regained his composure and moved to a sitting position at the edge of the bed.
George watched as Brian reached for his jacket. He removed a packet of cigarettes and lit one. Brian sat there quietly looking off into the air as he inhaled and exhaled.
"Are you going to let me go now?" George asked slowly. His throat felt dry, and raw. His arm muscles stung from the misuse, and there was no circulation in his arms whatsoever. Brian slowly turned and leaned in close.
"Are you feeling better?”
George looked away. He didn't know if he should be feeling ashamed, but he did. He felt as if his father had just sat him down and given him a good tongue lashing, or some other form of degrading punishment, and now he was meant to behave. Yet, after what Brian and he had just done-that analogy was quite disturbing.
"Yes." George softly answered.
Brian gave him a short nod and then untied him. Letting his arms fall to the bed. Brian then stood and dressed himself. He did not pick up the tie as he headed to the door, but he stopped with hand on the doorknob.
"I'm glad I've been able to help you then." Brian looked back at George. Their eyes met and there was the smallest hint of a blush on Brian's face. "You may keep the tie. As a reminder." Brian left the room quietly shutting the door behind him and George fell deeper into the soft pillows. He turned on his side and fingered the wrinkled material.
windowscreen. Comments are love people.
Title: Dynamics of a Relationship
Word Count: 3,344
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Brian & George
Warning: Slight bondage.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Title: Dynamics of a Relationship
Word Count: 3,344
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Brian & George
Warning: Slight bondage.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Brian angrily pushed George into the room.
"Let me go!" George shouted.
"I'm not letting you leave until you calm down, and talk to me rationally." Brian locked the door and then turned fully onto George. His jaw was tight and his eyes stern. "Do you want to explain what the hell that was all about?" He asked.
George's chest heaved. His breath left him in quick, angry, bursts. "I don't want to talk about it." George spat out.
Brian looked at George closely. His eyes took in the heaving chest, tight jaw, and clenched fists. George looked like a rabid caged animal. Brian slowly reached out. His fingers were just mere inches away before George sneered and pulled back. George turned and stalked further into the room.
"I don't want to talk to you about it." George's shoulders sagged and he stared out the window as he spoke.
"You'll just take John's side anyway."
Brian chewed his lip. He pulled away from the door and walked to George. Placing his hand on George's shoulder, Brian whispered.
"I don't always take his side."
George made a snide laugh in his throat. "No, of course you don't, Brian."
"From what I saw you're the one who over reacted." Brian stated calmly.
George whipped around and glared at Brian. His shoulders squared, and his body tense.
"You don't have a fucking clue as to what was going on." George shouted. Brian looked over George's angry demeanor. He stayed where he was and folded his arms.
"Then tell me." He said.
George squinted. His mind started running through reasons as to why Brian had followed him from the other room. Why Brian was here now. And why Brian seemed so fucking interested all of the sudden. Brian stood and waited. George turned away and sat on the bed.
In all truth, Brian had always been interested. He had never failed to hunt one of the others down, whenever he felt they needed it, to talk to them. Brian never failed to extract the truth from them. And he would do it in such delicious ways. George shivered, as he remembered the first time Brian had kissed him. It had been hot and rough. Brian's tongue had plunged into his mouth over, and over.
George shook his head. Trying to rid his mind of the warm memories. He grasped for his anger. He struggled to keep it wrapped around him, as if it were a warm blanket. He would not give in this time. George was sure of it. Brian watched the anger fall, and then suddenly rise again on George's face. He mentally sighed and leaned back against the wall. Brian slowly began to undo his tie.
"I don't want to talk about it, I said." George moved further on to the bed and kicked his shoes off.
"George, it’ll do you good if you do." Brian's voice was soft.
George looked away. His fingers began playing with the coverlet on the bed. He didn't want to talk it would only make him angrier. George felt the heat from Brian's gaze and he shifted on the bed. "It's John, and Paul."
"What about them?" Brian asked. He placed his tie on the table next to him and undid his collar.
"They won't listen to anything I say. I thought by now it would've changed, but it hasn't."
Brian nodded. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed bringing his tie with him. George tried to ignore the mattress sagging under Brian's weight. He looked to the edge of the bed and chewed his lip.
"I understand. But, you should know that it isn't going to change."
George glared at Brian.
"This is what your relationship with them is built on." Brian turned to look at George. He stepped out of his shoes and slipped his jacket off his shoulders. George's anger flared a little. He crossed his arms and lay back against the pillows.
"It should change. I shouldn't constantly have to stand under them."
Brian's jacket was on the floor. He stood, and walked to George's side of the bed. He sat down beside him and reached out to stroke George's hair.
"If it did change, the dynamics of your relationship would change. You don't have any idea what that would then affect. You can't think that something else wouldn't happen that would bother you. It would be pointless to trade one evil for another." Brian leaned closer his breath falling warmly over George's cheek. George shuddered, and he pressed back into the bed separating himself a little from Brian.
"So you think its okay then?" George asked. His eyes widened as he took in Brian's features.
Brian moved his hand to George's wrist. He encircled it, and caressed the skin.
"No. I didn't say that." Brian whispered. His grip on George's wrist tightened and Brian pressed forward. He closed his lips over George's mouth. His tongue pushed past soft lips and delved into wet heat. Brian shivered as he felt George tensing under him. Brian quickly reached out and took hold of George's other wrist. George began to press against him. He wasn't sure if he was moving in acceptance of Brian's actions, or with defiance against them. Brian groaned and crawled farther on to the bed. He quickly straddled George's struggling body, and pulled the man's arms up. George bit onto Brian's lip and his hips jerked erratically. He was on the verge of giving in again-wasn't he? George felt caught between what his body wanted, and what his mind needed.
George broke the kiss with a moan and tried to pull his hands free.
"Brian, no!" George gasped.
Brian chuckled and moved his mouth to George's neck. He bit into the sensitive skin and sucked. George whimpered and melted into the cushions.
"I told you I didn't want to do this anymore!" George said.
Brian laid all of his weight into George. Keeping him firmly pinned into the bed.
"If we didn't do this every now, and then, George, the dynamics of our relationship would change. And I like our relationship." Brian scraped his teeth over skin and George cried out. His pants were becoming suffocatingly tight and the cloth was visibly outlining his hardened dick. Brian brought George's wrists together closing them into one firm grip. He reached out and picked up his seemingly abandoned tie. Brian detached his lips and moved further up George's body. His groin rubbed harshly over George's chest as he moved. Brian bit back a groan and tied George's wrists together.
"Brian!" George shouted. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Brian ignored the shouts, and strapped George's wrists to the headboard. He then slowly backed up, and climbed off of the bed. Brian slightly smiled, as he surveyed his handiwork. George's face was flushed. His arms outstretched, and he was frantically pulling at his bonds.
"I said I didn't want it like this!" George yelled. His body fell back into the bed and George released a strangled cry. He stared angrily up at Brian, as Brian began to undo his shirt.
"No. A second ago you were saying you didn't want it at all. I assumed you would need a little-persuasion." Brian let his shirt fall from his shoulders, before slowly taking steps towards the bed again. Brian grinned and slowly slipped out of his pants, as George continued to glare. He ran his hand down George's cheek, his chest, and finally settled on George's waist. His fingers began to play with the hem of George's shirt. He brought his other hand up and began to unbutton the item.
"No. I...I didn't say...I mean, I didn't mean it..." George squirmed under Brian's hands. His words fell in broken spurts. Brian pulled open George's shirt. Reveling at the flushed skin and hardened nipples. He slowly ran his fingertips over the skin.
"Oh, so you were pretending for my benefit then? I see. I do like that. Don't I, George?" Brian asked lifting an eyebrow, as George looked away.
His fingers moved to a nipple. He drew small circles over the nub. Watching as George's face tightened in concentration. Brian took the sensitive skin between his fingers and pinched it. George gasped, and arched into his hand. Brian smiled. George was going to try and stay as quiet and unresponsive as long as possible. Brian moved down farther. His mouth connected with George's chest and hot lips slowly enveloped a neglected nipple. Brian tongued the hardened nub, while twisting the other. His teeth sank in, and George arched forward again. His breath hitched in his throat, as Brian's hand slowly slid downwards. Nails scraping as they went. He sucked harshly, and pulled back with a pop. Brian watched the reddened trail he'd made on George's stomach.
George looked at Brian, his dark eyes heated with lust had turned into large brown pools. Brian's fingers played over the waist band of George's pants and fingers left tiny angry fires in their wake. George's stomach tightened in anticipation, as Brian moved both of his hands to George's sides scratching over the skin once more. George bit down on his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Fingers traced the injured skin and his body trembled under the light touch. George turned his head away, and felt fingers back at his groin playing over the tightened area of cloth. George fought with everything he had to keep his hips in place.
"You've been so tense lately. I'm not really surprised that you finally broke down in front of the others." Brian began to unzip George's pants. "I've noticed you haven't been transitioning well." The pants were pulled open and slid down firm legs. George breathed slowly, as the cool air moved over his limbs.
"The bigger crowds; the lack of attention to detail. The four of you being holed up together all the time. And now, you're beginning to have an identity crisis."
George glared at Brian. His cheeks flushed and his mouth set in a tight line. Brian looked down on him with a sympathetic look. “You’re wondering if this is all really worth it. You want to know why you aren't as important as John, and Paul. And you also want to know why no one, especially those two, have admitted to you're brilliance yet." Brian pushed George's thighs open, and settled himself in between them. His fingers massaged at the skin. Every now and then he would lower his head. Sucking, and biting along the tender thighs. George was straining against his bound wrists. His arms pulled tight, muscles raging under the skin. "And the truth is George," Brian lowered, hovering his mouth just over George's covered cock. "You haven't done anything brilliant, yet."
George shot up. His mouth opened in protest, but his voice broke off into a gasp, as he felt Brian's mouth close over his bulge. George's fingers clenched over the cloth of the tie. He gasped and moaned. Brian roughly took hold of George's thighs and pressed them open further. He sucked wetting the cloth of George's underwear. The heat from his mouth sent pleasure waves crawling up George's body.
"God Brian, no." George said.
"George." Brian moaned.
He gripped the waist band of George's boxers and unceremoniously pulled them off. He spread George's legs. Watching as George's hardened flesh twitched angrily. Brian licked his lips, and pulled George's legs up and over his shoulders.
"Brian, fuck!" George cried out.
Brian's mouth slowly bit over soft skin. He flattened his tongue and rolled it over the tip of George's cock. He tasted the slightly bitter fluid and opened his mouth wider. Sucking George in deeper. Brian relaxed his throat and began to move his head. He bobbed quickly over George's cock as his fingers played over tense thighs. Brian moved until he felt the tip of George's dick brushing against the back of his throat. Brian smiled around his mouthful. He was thoroughly enjoying the tortured noises coming from George. The man was totally unhinged, yet he was trying to fight for some kind of control. This was what Brian found so interesting. This tiring need of George's to keep himself tamped down. Brian slid off of George's engorged cock and sat back staring down at the man's flushed face, and chest. A fine sheen of sweat had broken out over George's skin. Brian pulled on George’s waist bringing him closer and stretching George's arms more. The muscles tightened and George's breath came out in heavy gasps. The sound filling the room as Brian's fingers stroked and pinched their way over George's thighs, chest; and arms.
"You're so good sometimes, George." Brian whispered.
Brian moved off the bed and went to the bedside table. He removed a small tube from the drawer and came back to the bed. He relieved himself of his boxers as he reached the bed. George watched Brian with hungry, wild eyes. His gaze fell immediately to Brian's cock; grinning as the angry red organ facing him demandingly. Brian stroked George's ribcage. His fingers memorizing every dip, and curve of George's chest. His mouth moved to George's nipples catching one small nub in between his teeth. George whimpered and pressed into the biting caress.
"Brian, please. Do it now." George whispered. His body rose and fell, as if it had been thrown out into a rapidly rising storm.
Brian set himself again between George's legs. Thighs going over his shoulders, and he felt the backs of George's calves brushing his shoulder blades. His fingers moved to open the tube. The small click sounded in the room. George's skin broke out into goose bumps at the sound knowing exactly what it meant. It had been awhile since the last time Brian had been inside him and he'd forgotten how much he had loved this. His body ached to be filled, stretched; pummeled open with Brian's rough movements. Soon slicked fingers were sliding over his skin; creeping in between his ass cheeks-searching in the cleft till they found George's entrance. George held his breath as he felt two of Brian's fingers push past tight muscle. The stinging sensation caused George to arch up. The grip of his thighs on Brian's shoulder's tightened-his arms stretched, and his vision began to blur. Brian pressed forward burying his fingers into George's ass as far as he could. Brian stroked the soft inner walls of George's passage and groaned as he felt George hitch up under him. George moaned and pressed back onto those fingers wanting more. He couldn't wait anymore. George wanted to be fucked-hard.
"Brian! Now! Fuck me now, dammit!" George half shouted, half gasped. His voice was getting caught up with his breath and falling out over his lips. Brian grunted in compliance and removed his fingers. George sighed at the loss and then took a breath waiting for the smooth head of Brian's cock. Brian slowly teased George's entrance pushing the tip of his dick into George, and then slowly removing it. Doing this over and over, until Brian's breathing became harsh, and tense.
"Stop it. Stop toying with me." George snarled. His hands clamored against the tie holding him captive. George found himself wishing that he could simply turn Brian onto his back and impale himself onto the heated organ. Brian tightened his grip on George's waist. Within a hour, there would be finger shaped bruises along the plae skin. Brian gasped and fully pushed his length into George. The tight heat pulling at his skin as he pushed passed the minimally stretched barrier. George cried out in shock and moaned, as Brian began to move. Heavy breathing and muffled moans filled the room as Brian's thrusts became hurried, and deep. George arched up to meet Brian's hips matching the older man's rhythm perfectly. The sound of skin hitting skin rang out through the entire room. George's eye lids fell heavy with raw lust, and need. Brian bent George's body. Bringing them closer together he buried his face in George's neck. Brian tasted skin made saltier with sweat. George's legs tightened invitingly over Brian's shoulders as he was pressed ever closer. His weeping cock was trapped snugly in between their two bodies.
"Brian, fuck me harder." George gasped. His mind released itself and he could only feel. He could only feel the sweet intensity of being stretched, and opened. His muscles contracting over Brian's cock as George pulled him closer with his legs. The air around them smelled musky, and wet. Brian groaned in his ear and bit the tender lobe as he pushed into George even harder. The thrusts were now erratic, and based solely on instinct. Brian's mouth sucked and bit, as his hips moved. His cock pulsed inside of George's body, and he hit against a tender spot. Brian gasped as George whimpered-pulling more on the tie. George's arms burned, and his wrists were sore. The pain brought another dense level to his pleasure. Brian's cock was against his prostate hitting it over, and over, and more rapidly with each harsh thrust. George felt each muscle spasm with the strain of the intense pleasure that racked his body.
"Brian!" He moaned. "So close. I'm so fucking close."
"Cum for me, George." Brian said, while breathing heavily into George's ear. Brian reached out and harshly slapped the now highly sensitive skin of George's thigh. George's eyes widened, as the cracking sound of the slap rippled over them and George yelled in surprise, as he came. The warm, sticky liquid spread out over their stomachs and chest. Brian moaned and slapped George's thigh again. This time his cock twitched; his stomach tightened, and he emptied himself inside of George before collapsing on top of him. The laid still. Breathing as the affect of their orgasms rippled through their bodies leaving them, for the moment, completely affected and unable to move.
George breathed slowly and looked up to the ceiling. His eyes gathered nothing but white plaster. The wrinkled look of it seemed to him, to be nothing but enormous cracks that waited only to swallow him, and Brian whole. Finally, George tore his eyes away from the ceiling and looked at the tie that was still holding him captive. A simple piece of material and yet, it was doing so much. George almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Brian moved slowly at first, but soon he regained his composure and moved to a sitting position at the edge of the bed.
George watched as Brian reached for his jacket. He removed a packet of cigarettes and lit one. Brian sat there quietly looking off into the air as he inhaled and exhaled.
"Are you going to let me go now?" George asked slowly. His throat felt dry, and raw. His arm muscles stung from the misuse, and there was no circulation in his arms whatsoever. Brian slowly turned and leaned in close.
"Are you feeling better?”
George looked away. He didn't know if he should be feeling ashamed, but he did. He felt as if his father had just sat him down and given him a good tongue lashing, or some other form of degrading punishment, and now he was meant to behave. Yet, after what Brian and he had just done-that analogy was quite disturbing.
"Yes." George softly answered.
Brian gave him a short nod and then untied him. Letting his arms fall to the bed. Brian then stood and dressed himself. He did not pick up the tie as he headed to the door, but he stopped with hand on the doorknob.
"I'm glad I've been able to help you then." Brian looked back at George. Their eyes met and there was the smallest hint of a blush on Brian's face. "You may keep the tie. As a reminder." Brian left the room quietly shutting the door behind him and George fell deeper into the soft pillows. He turned on his side and fingered the wrinkled material.