Fic: No Towels Night
Pairing:Brian/Justin/(other)
Timeline: End of Season 1
Beta: mander3_swish. Thank you so much!
This is sort of a porny gapfiller for Season 1, but the hint in canon is given in 404, during Justin's first visit at Kinnetik:
"Last time I was here it was ‘No Towels Night.’"
"Everyone wanted to touch my stiffy."
"Mr. Popular. But I'm the only one you fucked. Aaaah, the old steam room. This was the first place we ever fucked in public."
"There's nothing like performing in front of an audience."
***
"So what did Brian get you for your birthday?" Daphne and I were sitting comfortably on her bed, watching TV without really looking at the screen and having hot cocoa with a large shot of Bailey's.
"Brian doesn't do birthdays." I tried to sound confident with my answer because it really wasn't a big deal, was it? My sixteenth birthday wasn't a big deal and neither was my seventeenth, but turning 18 just meant something: legally and emotionally.
"Brian is so full of shit. And he doesn't do boyfriends either, right?"
"What do you mean, Daph? I'm not his boyfriend."
"Keep telling yourself that," she said, giggling. "Walks like a boyfriend, talks like a boyfriend..."
"Will you please shut up now? We are not like straight people -we fuck who we want."
"You mean Brian fucks who he wants?" Daphne looked at me skeptically.
"Whatever. I'm okay with it, really." That wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie either. As long as Brian didn't fuck somebody in front of my face like that guy from Atlanta. Besides, I have been flirting a lot in Babylon, lately, and at the diner, where I get the biggest tips. It's because "my buns are fresh" like Theodore said, which, by the way, grossed me out a little bit because I didn't really need a vivid picture of Ted biting into my ass cheeks - thank you very much. When I told Brian that, he just laughed and told me that I could use that fantasy to delay my orgasm when he rims me…or does anything else to me that leaves me incoherent, which is almost everything he does.
It was the day after my birthday, and I was very surprised that Brian insisted on picking me up from Daphne's. I jumped into the Jeep, feeling a bit light-headed because of the alcohol.
"Where are we going?" I wanted to know.
"Surprise, Sunshine."
"So you didn't forget my birthday. You're so..."
"Who said this was a surprise for your birthday?"
"It's okay Brian. If it makes you feel better then you can say it's a present for last Thanksgiving or something; I'm fine with it."
"I don't do Thanksgiving either. You should know that."
"Yeah, right. Mmmmh. Let me think. Maybe it's for Christmas of ‘93 then. Or wait, you're giving me a present for Daphne's birthday." Teasing him was so much fun.
Brian couldn't help but laugh. "Twat. Although I'm sure Daphne would love the place I'm taking you to."
"Ah, so are we going shopping?"
"Way off, but it does have something to do with undressing you."
"Doesn't it always?" I quipped.
"Maybe...and you love it, twat." Brian was in a particularly good mood today, and I cherished the days where we were just comfortable with each other. I always loved to bring out his playful side.
"Got your ID?" Brian asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"Um, what?"
"Your passport, driver's license, identity card, whatever. You’ll need it."
My heart was beating faster. I could get into Babylon without ID, and Brian never went to Meathook or Popperz unless was Leather Night or something. It could only mean...Oh my god. I've begged him so many times to take me, but Brian always goes alone. It wasn't far, just around the corner from Liberty Avenue.
The Liberty Baths.
I could smell it even before we entered the rooms. It wasn't exactly a pleasant smell, like the cleanliness of Brian's shower or the chlorine scent of swimming pools. There was definitely chlorine in the mix, but also the sharp, distinct scent of piss. It was pretty subtle, though, or otherwise, I would have left the place immediately. However, there was something about fucking in these places. It can be wild and dirty and carnal and that doesn't smell like flowers.
Brian knew, of course. He knew my body and its reactions so well. He knew I’d be hard just walking through the door. He wouldn't have allowed me to come here on my own, at least not before he introduced me to Marty -who looked like a troll- but Brian trusted him. He just likes to watch, Brian explained. It means he watches a lot, and while he's watching, he takes care of people. He is strong and nobody messes with Marty. I figured if I ever come back here alone, I'd be safe as long as Marty was around. From the way they interacted, I suspected that Marty took care of a younger, less experienced Brian, not that I'd ever dare to ask. It was a bit like meeting an ugly, male version of Debbie, actually, with a towel wrapped round his hips. I suppressed a giggle at the comparison.
From the moment we entered the Baths, Brian was very protective of me. I secretly loved that. Uh, well not-so-secretly. He can be awfully sweet, but the trick was not to show him that you know that he actually cares. After we shared a short but sensual shower we "dressed" the same way as everyone else -in big white towels.
"Holy shit, Sunshine," Brian exclaimed when he saw the sign on the door to the steam room. It said "NO TOWELS DAY." I grinned and took off my towel, showing my half-hard dick. "You don't have to go in if you don't want to," Brian said to reassure me. "We can come back some other time." It was sweet of him to offer, but part of me was a little hurt. I mean, have I ever shied away from a sexual experience with Brian before?
"It's fine," I said. "I'm not some virgin."
I knew that he admired my cockiness, and that it turned him on.
"Twat," he whispered into my ear with a tenderness that seemed out of place here.
I briefly closed my eyes and then I opened them again, taking in all the sights of this wondrous evening. Of course, the two of us were the main attraction from the moment we entered the steam room. It was familiar to our visits in the backroom of Babylon, but this was much more intimate. Those men were all naked and aroused, and they watched us shamelessly, checked us out, and looked at our dicks and asses.
Brian lightly touched my ass. It was a possessive gesture. What else could be truer -my ass was his, always would be. I was feeling ridiculously happy about being wanted by this gorgeous man who -very obviously- was the object of everyone's desire. But wait, that wasn't entirely true. Almost as many men hit on me or at least gave me looks knowing that they didn’t stand a chance against Brian. Damn right they didn't, but I wouldn’t have minded a threesome. Or a foursome, even. As a matter of fact, I've only been in one once, at the loft, when Brian and I had brought a hottie home. He wanted me to top the guy so he could watch. After the trick was unceremoniously kicked out, Brian let me top him for the first time. God, so many firsts, right?
This would be my first real public sex experience; the dark corners of Babylon hardly counted. The lights here are bright, they don't hide anything. Not everyone who bares all here has a great body, but there are a few hot guys around.
"Let's sit down and watch for a while," Brian said in a low and sexy voice. My cock reacted to his words, twitching slightly in anticipation. Brian cupped it without really touching as he led me to a small porcelain bench. It was just white tiles against my bare skin, nothing fancy, but Brian seemed to enjoy the sight. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, usually. I love it when people get off of watching Brian and me together, and I also love fantasizing about it. This evening however, Brian had something else in mind. He wanted to introduce me to the joys of watching.
The room seemed bigger than it was. All the repetition of the tiles and all of the mirrors gave the impression that there were far more men present when really there may have been only ten or twelve.
Right in front of us, two men started kissing. It wasn't sensual; their tongues' fought for dominance, luring everyone in to watch. The darker man's tongue won, so I guess he was the one who gets to top in that encounter.
Brian was the master of those kinds of fights, but Brian's technique was more sensual until he took you by surprise. I’ve even used that technique myself, and the results had been exquisite. Brian was the Stud of Liberty Avenue for a reason, and there was so much more to him than his looks. God, even when I’m not talking I just can't stop babbling about him in my head. I was so hopelessly in love with him, and every fucking day, I loved him more. I loved his tenderness, his stubbornness, his snarky sense of humor.
I couldn't help feeling a little vulnerable sitting here naked with him and thinking about him. Thinking about Brian came so naturally to me, like breathing.
Brian leaned in and kissed me. "Stop thinking." He held my cock tighter in his hand, touching it now with the perfect amount of pressure. I kissed him back frantically, but he gently let go of my lips and made me watch again, whispering hotly into my ears. "I know they’re not half as hot as you will be when I bend you over like that, for everyone to watch. You want that, Justin?"
My breath hitched. "Fuck yeah."
He started to stroke me ever so slowly, and I desperately tried to get more friction.
"Easy now, just relax and let me do the work."
From time to time, some other guys tried to touch us, almost casually. It wasn't gross or anything, but while Brian let the other guys to touch his own dick, he wouldn’t allow them to touch mine.
A dark curly-haired Latino offered to take Brian into his mouth, and to my surprise, Brian looked at me, checking to see if I was comfortable with it. I nodded. The guy was hot, and I loved watching Brian come. The noises he made were just as hot as the two twinks in front of us who were fucking now, doggy-style, for everyone to see. I saw that the bottom guy's hole was so tight and dark red at first, but when he was well lubed up by his fuck partner, he took him in with the same ease I used when Brian's dick was inside me.
With Brian's hand on my cock, I managed to come quickly, seconds before Brian shot his load into the Latino's mouth.
"Wish I could taste you, too." I moaned hotly.
"Do it." Brian pushed the two of us together, allowing us to share a kiss. I smeared some of Brian's cum on my lips, licking it from the guy’s chin. Mine, not his. I couldn't get enough of Brian's taste.
After a minute or so, Brian interrupted us, his voice raw. "That's enough. I want you to myself."
Our Latin Lover looked disappointed, but Brian stopped him from leaving the room. "Hey. You can play a little longer, but you don't get to kiss him. Or fuck him."
"Then what can I do?" he asked. Brian whispered something into his ear. The guy nodded and left us for a minute or so. When he came back, he brought along a handsome blond friend of his. He tried to introduce himself and his buddy to us, but Brian said, "Doesn't matter. I don't do names and numbers." I smiled because right here and now, he acknowledged that I was the exception. Felt fucking great.
"I'll be the only one who fucks you," Brian breathed hotly into my ear and it didn't take much to get me nearly hard again. I was a teenager after all. It wasn't a full erection yet, but I felt like melting butter in his hands already, so it wouldn’t take me long to...oh.
Ooooooh. Oh my God.
Brian just made me lie down on the bench, and before I realized what was happening, I was rock hard again. The Latino guy took me into his mouth, while Brian and the blond one touched me with some liquid...warm oil or something, massaging me, stroking away all the tension and building up another kind of tension in an instant.
While I enjoyed the other guy’s hands on my body, I could always tell them apart from Brian's hands with my eyes closed, really. He did okay, but he doesn’t know my body. Brian knew each and every sensitive spot and he also used his lips and his tongue to drive me crazy. He pinched and softly bit my nipples and played with my nipple ring. Of course he loved that thing, and it turned him on like crazy no matter what he said when I first got it done. Again, considering that I was exposed and naked in front of an audience, everything felt slow and sensual and yet so much more intimate than being taken by some stranger.
"Roll over onto your side," Brian commanded. The Latino guy adjusted his position, and took me into his mouth again. Ah, so good. Such a hot, wet mouth.
A well lubed finger joined the other one already inside of me, stretching me oh so achingly good. My moans got louder, needier, and I knew that every living soul in this room was watching us, beating off or even fucking and sucking just like we were.
Brian entered me with the Latino guy still sucking me off and the blond guy touching me until my body convulsed against Brian's. Seconds later, I felt Brian's orgasm inside of me. I could also feel his hot breath in my ear and his little bites and kisses.
He held me tight against his body, enjoying all the little things that we shared. No words required.
I wanted stay like this forever, like every time we fucked. Only this time was not the time and place for drawn out lovemaking. Brian pulled his dick out and just ignored all our admirers, taking us to the shower again.
"Now you're good and relaxed, I could show you the dungeon. What do you think?" His tongue pressed into his cheek.
"There's a dungeon inside here?" I asked incredulously.
"Guess I made that up, but you'd like that, wouldn't you, Sunshine? Want me to spread your legs and tie you up in front of an audience? I would gag you because your moans belong to me and not to all those horny men."
I couldn't help but moan until he sealed my lips with another lingering kiss.
What can I say, Brian was my sexual mentor, and I was his most eager student -among other things. But as much as I liked our sexual adventures, I wanted him for myself. He seemed to feel the same as he whispered into my ear: "Let's save those other kinks for another time and go home. I want to fuck you all night long."
What a fantastic non-Birthday celebration!
Timeline: End of Season 1
Beta: mander3_swish. Thank you so much!
This is sort of a porny gapfiller for Season 1, but the hint in canon is given in 404, during Justin's first visit at Kinnetik:
"Last time I was here it was ‘No Towels Night.’"
"Everyone wanted to touch my stiffy."
"Mr. Popular. But I'm the only one you fucked. Aaaah, the old steam room. This was the first place we ever fucked in public."
"There's nothing like performing in front of an audience."
***
"So what did Brian get you for your birthday?" Daphne and I were sitting comfortably on her bed, watching TV without really looking at the screen and having hot cocoa with a large shot of Bailey's.
"Brian doesn't do birthdays." I tried to sound confident with my answer because it really wasn't a big deal, was it? My sixteenth birthday wasn't a big deal and neither was my seventeenth, but turning 18 just meant something: legally and emotionally.
"Brian is so full of shit. And he doesn't do boyfriends either, right?"
"What do you mean, Daph? I'm not his boyfriend."
"Keep telling yourself that," she said, giggling. "Walks like a boyfriend, talks like a boyfriend..."
"Will you please shut up now? We are not like straight people -we fuck who we want."
"You mean Brian fucks who he wants?" Daphne looked at me skeptically.
"Whatever. I'm okay with it, really." That wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie either. As long as Brian didn't fuck somebody in front of my face like that guy from Atlanta. Besides, I have been flirting a lot in Babylon, lately, and at the diner, where I get the biggest tips. It's because "my buns are fresh" like Theodore said, which, by the way, grossed me out a little bit because I didn't really need a vivid picture of Ted biting into my ass cheeks - thank you very much. When I told Brian that, he just laughed and told me that I could use that fantasy to delay my orgasm when he rims me…or does anything else to me that leaves me incoherent, which is almost everything he does.
It was the day after my birthday, and I was very surprised that Brian insisted on picking me up from Daphne's. I jumped into the Jeep, feeling a bit light-headed because of the alcohol.
"Where are we going?" I wanted to know.
"Surprise, Sunshine."
"So you didn't forget my birthday. You're so..."
"Who said this was a surprise for your birthday?"
"It's okay Brian. If it makes you feel better then you can say it's a present for last Thanksgiving or something; I'm fine with it."
"I don't do Thanksgiving either. You should know that."
"Yeah, right. Mmmmh. Let me think. Maybe it's for Christmas of ‘93 then. Or wait, you're giving me a present for Daphne's birthday." Teasing him was so much fun.
Brian couldn't help but laugh. "Twat. Although I'm sure Daphne would love the place I'm taking you to."
"Ah, so are we going shopping?"
"Way off, but it does have something to do with undressing you."
"Doesn't it always?" I quipped.
"Maybe...and you love it, twat." Brian was in a particularly good mood today, and I cherished the days where we were just comfortable with each other. I always loved to bring out his playful side.
"Got your ID?" Brian asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"Um, what?"
"Your passport, driver's license, identity card, whatever. You’ll need it."
My heart was beating faster. I could get into Babylon without ID, and Brian never went to Meathook or Popperz unless was Leather Night or something. It could only mean...Oh my god. I've begged him so many times to take me, but Brian always goes alone. It wasn't far, just around the corner from Liberty Avenue.
The Liberty Baths.
I could smell it even before we entered the rooms. It wasn't exactly a pleasant smell, like the cleanliness of Brian's shower or the chlorine scent of swimming pools. There was definitely chlorine in the mix, but also the sharp, distinct scent of piss. It was pretty subtle, though, or otherwise, I would have left the place immediately. However, there was something about fucking in these places. It can be wild and dirty and carnal and that doesn't smell like flowers.
Brian knew, of course. He knew my body and its reactions so well. He knew I’d be hard just walking through the door. He wouldn't have allowed me to come here on my own, at least not before he introduced me to Marty -who looked like a troll- but Brian trusted him. He just likes to watch, Brian explained. It means he watches a lot, and while he's watching, he takes care of people. He is strong and nobody messes with Marty. I figured if I ever come back here alone, I'd be safe as long as Marty was around. From the way they interacted, I suspected that Marty took care of a younger, less experienced Brian, not that I'd ever dare to ask. It was a bit like meeting an ugly, male version of Debbie, actually, with a towel wrapped round his hips. I suppressed a giggle at the comparison.
From the moment we entered the Baths, Brian was very protective of me. I secretly loved that. Uh, well not-so-secretly. He can be awfully sweet, but the trick was not to show him that you know that he actually cares. After we shared a short but sensual shower we "dressed" the same way as everyone else -in big white towels.
"Holy shit, Sunshine," Brian exclaimed when he saw the sign on the door to the steam room. It said "NO TOWELS DAY." I grinned and took off my towel, showing my half-hard dick. "You don't have to go in if you don't want to," Brian said to reassure me. "We can come back some other time." It was sweet of him to offer, but part of me was a little hurt. I mean, have I ever shied away from a sexual experience with Brian before?
"It's fine," I said. "I'm not some virgin."
I knew that he admired my cockiness, and that it turned him on.
"Twat," he whispered into my ear with a tenderness that seemed out of place here.
I briefly closed my eyes and then I opened them again, taking in all the sights of this wondrous evening. Of course, the two of us were the main attraction from the moment we entered the steam room. It was familiar to our visits in the backroom of Babylon, but this was much more intimate. Those men were all naked and aroused, and they watched us shamelessly, checked us out, and looked at our dicks and asses.
Brian lightly touched my ass. It was a possessive gesture. What else could be truer -my ass was his, always would be. I was feeling ridiculously happy about being wanted by this gorgeous man who -very obviously- was the object of everyone's desire. But wait, that wasn't entirely true. Almost as many men hit on me or at least gave me looks knowing that they didn’t stand a chance against Brian. Damn right they didn't, but I wouldn’t have minded a threesome. Or a foursome, even. As a matter of fact, I've only been in one once, at the loft, when Brian and I had brought a hottie home. He wanted me to top the guy so he could watch. After the trick was unceremoniously kicked out, Brian let me top him for the first time. God, so many firsts, right?
This would be my first real public sex experience; the dark corners of Babylon hardly counted. The lights here are bright, they don't hide anything. Not everyone who bares all here has a great body, but there are a few hot guys around.
"Let's sit down and watch for a while," Brian said in a low and sexy voice. My cock reacted to his words, twitching slightly in anticipation. Brian cupped it without really touching as he led me to a small porcelain bench. It was just white tiles against my bare skin, nothing fancy, but Brian seemed to enjoy the sight. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, usually. I love it when people get off of watching Brian and me together, and I also love fantasizing about it. This evening however, Brian had something else in mind. He wanted to introduce me to the joys of watching.
The room seemed bigger than it was. All the repetition of the tiles and all of the mirrors gave the impression that there were far more men present when really there may have been only ten or twelve.
Right in front of us, two men started kissing. It wasn't sensual; their tongues' fought for dominance, luring everyone in to watch. The darker man's tongue won, so I guess he was the one who gets to top in that encounter.
Brian was the master of those kinds of fights, but Brian's technique was more sensual until he took you by surprise. I’ve even used that technique myself, and the results had been exquisite. Brian was the Stud of Liberty Avenue for a reason, and there was so much more to him than his looks. God, even when I’m not talking I just can't stop babbling about him in my head. I was so hopelessly in love with him, and every fucking day, I loved him more. I loved his tenderness, his stubbornness, his snarky sense of humor.
I couldn't help feeling a little vulnerable sitting here naked with him and thinking about him. Thinking about Brian came so naturally to me, like breathing.
Brian leaned in and kissed me. "Stop thinking." He held my cock tighter in his hand, touching it now with the perfect amount of pressure. I kissed him back frantically, but he gently let go of my lips and made me watch again, whispering hotly into my ears. "I know they’re not half as hot as you will be when I bend you over like that, for everyone to watch. You want that, Justin?"
My breath hitched. "Fuck yeah."
He started to stroke me ever so slowly, and I desperately tried to get more friction.
"Easy now, just relax and let me do the work."
From time to time, some other guys tried to touch us, almost casually. It wasn't gross or anything, but while Brian let the other guys to touch his own dick, he wouldn’t allow them to touch mine.
A dark curly-haired Latino offered to take Brian into his mouth, and to my surprise, Brian looked at me, checking to see if I was comfortable with it. I nodded. The guy was hot, and I loved watching Brian come. The noises he made were just as hot as the two twinks in front of us who were fucking now, doggy-style, for everyone to see. I saw that the bottom guy's hole was so tight and dark red at first, but when he was well lubed up by his fuck partner, he took him in with the same ease I used when Brian's dick was inside me.
With Brian's hand on my cock, I managed to come quickly, seconds before Brian shot his load into the Latino's mouth.
"Wish I could taste you, too." I moaned hotly.
"Do it." Brian pushed the two of us together, allowing us to share a kiss. I smeared some of Brian's cum on my lips, licking it from the guy’s chin. Mine, not his. I couldn't get enough of Brian's taste.
After a minute or so, Brian interrupted us, his voice raw. "That's enough. I want you to myself."
Our Latin Lover looked disappointed, but Brian stopped him from leaving the room. "Hey. You can play a little longer, but you don't get to kiss him. Or fuck him."
"Then what can I do?" he asked. Brian whispered something into his ear. The guy nodded and left us for a minute or so. When he came back, he brought along a handsome blond friend of his. He tried to introduce himself and his buddy to us, but Brian said, "Doesn't matter. I don't do names and numbers." I smiled because right here and now, he acknowledged that I was the exception. Felt fucking great.
"I'll be the only one who fucks you," Brian breathed hotly into my ear and it didn't take much to get me nearly hard again. I was a teenager after all. It wasn't a full erection yet, but I felt like melting butter in his hands already, so it wouldn’t take me long to...oh.
Ooooooh. Oh my God.
Brian just made me lie down on the bench, and before I realized what was happening, I was rock hard again. The Latino guy took me into his mouth, while Brian and the blond one touched me with some liquid...warm oil or something, massaging me, stroking away all the tension and building up another kind of tension in an instant.
While I enjoyed the other guy’s hands on my body, I could always tell them apart from Brian's hands with my eyes closed, really. He did okay, but he doesn’t know my body. Brian knew each and every sensitive spot and he also used his lips and his tongue to drive me crazy. He pinched and softly bit my nipples and played with my nipple ring. Of course he loved that thing, and it turned him on like crazy no matter what he said when I first got it done. Again, considering that I was exposed and naked in front of an audience, everything felt slow and sensual and yet so much more intimate than being taken by some stranger.
"Roll over onto your side," Brian commanded. The Latino guy adjusted his position, and took me into his mouth again. Ah, so good. Such a hot, wet mouth.
A well lubed finger joined the other one already inside of me, stretching me oh so achingly good. My moans got louder, needier, and I knew that every living soul in this room was watching us, beating off or even fucking and sucking just like we were.
Brian entered me with the Latino guy still sucking me off and the blond guy touching me until my body convulsed against Brian's. Seconds later, I felt Brian's orgasm inside of me. I could also feel his hot breath in my ear and his little bites and kisses.
He held me tight against his body, enjoying all the little things that we shared. No words required.
I wanted stay like this forever, like every time we fucked. Only this time was not the time and place for drawn out lovemaking. Brian pulled his dick out and just ignored all our admirers, taking us to the shower again.
"Now you're good and relaxed, I could show you the dungeon. What do you think?" His tongue pressed into his cheek.
"There's a dungeon inside here?" I asked incredulously.
"Guess I made that up, but you'd like that, wouldn't you, Sunshine? Want me to spread your legs and tie you up in front of an audience? I would gag you because your moans belong to me and not to all those horny men."
I couldn't help but moan until he sealed my lips with another lingering kiss.
What can I say, Brian was my sexual mentor, and I was his most eager student -among other things. But as much as I liked our sexual adventures, I wanted him for myself. He seemed to feel the same as he whispered into my ear: "Let's save those other kinks for another time and go home. I want to fuck you all night long."
What a fantastic non-Birthday celebration!