Fic: QAF "Back to the Beginning" (7/9)
Title: Back to the Beginning (7/9)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The last place of Earth Brian Kinney ever thought he’d fuck.
Disclaimer: The characters of QAF belong to CowLip and Showtime. Damn them for ending this series.
Earlier installments: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
Brian was draped across Justin like a badly shaped blanket, covering most of his chest, some of his groin, and one of his legs when they finally went to sleep. The kisses usually sent fire shooting through both of them, but this time, they were meant for comfort, and Justin held on as the older man finally drifted off to sleep. Somehow, it didn’t bother him, his arms wrapped around Brian’s waist, head cocked to one side so that Brian could use his shoulder as a pillow. The last thing he remembered was wondering if Brian’s dry cleaner could repair the damage done from sleeping all night in an Armani suit.
The morning was something different, though. Justin woke up, slow to realize that they were in the Kinney house, and during the night, they’d rearranged themselves in the bed. Now Justin was splayed over Brian’s chest, arms encircling the sleeping dark-haired man. One of Brian’s arms was around his shoulders, and he could feel the Gucci beltbuckle digging into his stomach. Justin listened for a moment, enjoying the sound of Brian sleeping, the easy inhale-exhale rhythm of his lover, deeply dreaming. Peaceful, for now.
There was enough light coming through the curtained windows to know that the rest of the world would be waking up soon. And Justin realized then what he wanted to do: it’s what he’d woken up from dreaming, one of his usual dreams. His hand wormed down between their bodies, finding the tab and unzipping the fly of Brian’s French blue trousers. A few more seconds and he had the belt undone and slipped off to the side so that he could get his hand inside. He tried to slide down Brian’s body without waking the man, and he managed to get his lips inside the top of Brian’s black briefs without much trouble. He’d pulled down the sides just enough to expose the cockhead, the prize he’d been seeking, his tongue licking the top, starting to suck in more flesh as he felt Brian shift underneath him, restless in slumber.
He probably only had a few more moments before Brian woke up, and Justin wanted him ready to burst by the time that happened. His mouth and fingers pushed the rest of the briefs far enough down to give him total access, while he let his nose rub through the dark pubic hair that surrounded the most beautiful dick he’d ever seen. His fingertips stroked the balls, while his lips began worshiping in the Church of Brian’s Almighty Cock. Maybe all blowjobs are mechanically the same (suck, lick, repeat), but every time his tongue circled Brian’s rising dick, it made Justin get that much harder. God, he wanted this, he fucking lived for this-being with Brian, being allowed to touch him and bring him off in the morning was the absolute best! Living in New York had advantages, but there was still one thing Pittsburgh had that nowhere else did, and he hadn’t forgotten that. Soon his head was bobbing up and down, loving the feel of holding Brian in his mouth, the full cock going farther and farther back along his tongue each time, every stroke just a little different. Sometimes he let his teeth graze the underside of Brian’s dick, then the next time, he’d suck a little harder, feeling like he was going to swallow his lover whole.
Brian’s head rolled to one side on the pillow, then he gave a long, slow moan, deep from his chest, while his hand came down to touch the side of Justin’s face. A sleepy voice said, “I dreamed this last night…waking up with my cock in your mouth.” Justin raised his eyes, looking up Brian’s stomach, his chest, to see the older man looking down at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Twin smiles curled in mutual recognition, before Justin went back to his task.
His thumbs slid up to hold the base of Brian’s erection while his mouth slipped down it one more time. His own spit made it slippery, and when he came back up to the cockhead, he gave an extra lick with the tip of his tongue along the bottom of the ridged edge, knowing what would happen when he did. As his lips rolled over the top, rubbing across the slit before descending again, he heard Brian fling an arm over his eyes and roll his head back into the pillow. He flicked his eyes upwards, seeing Brian’s neck arched backwards in pleasure, and that just encouraged Justin to try harder.
Brian was lifting his hips from the bed, trying to get deeper into Justin’s mouth, and Justin was helping all he could, shifting his weight off of Brian’s legs, moving around to the side so that he could get a better angle on the swollen cock now driving deeper into his mouth. He used a thumb and forefinger to circle the base of Brian’s cock, lips meeting the joined fingers then pulling apart in opposite direction, lips going up while his fingers stroked down, the feeling like being pulled apart with silken torture: he should know, since Brian had been the one who had showed him that trick first. Justin’s other hand worked deeper into Brian’s briefs, cupping his balls, teasing them, letting the tips rub between the two, massaging the sac and working their way down to more sensitive territory.
He knew he was getting somewhere when he heard a hoarse groan of “Pleeeaassee”-Justin would be willing to bet a year’s worth of paint supplies that Brian didn’t beg in bed with anybody else. Somehow, that made his own dick harder, and he hummed a bit against the cock in his mouth, knowing that would get a reaction. The fingers threading into his hair and pushing his head farther down the thick shaft were another clue that Brian was completely awake. That hand, holding the back of his head, now rubbing through the hair to pull and twist, encouraging him-God, Justin would do anything to please the owner of that hand.
His tongue was working overtime, the thick fullness of Brian filling his mouth, thrusting upwards now, and he hollowed his cheeks to suck hard as he pulled upwards too. Then he let go completely, his warm breath huffing out and around the upright cock, before he dived back down again, trying to capture something elusive with fast, hurried strokes, working the sensitive places at speed now, faster, faster still. He could taste the salty precum as he swiped his tongue over the cockhead again, and he knew that he’d have more than that by the time he was finished. He smiled as he worked, thinking about how great Brian tasted this morning. Every morning.
He felt Brian pressing his head, then his shoulders backwards into the pillow, coming closer to the end, and though he knew he could draw this out, make Brian writhe for an hour if he wanted to, Justin realized that he didn’t have to. There would be other times. This wasn’t the last morning together for either of them, and with rapid tongue strokes followed by another bout of hard suction, he got his reward, a mouthful of cum and another incredible groan from the man who’d held him through the night.
Justin worked his way up Brian’s body, certain that the morning had started the right way as he drew himself up to lie side by side with the dark-haired man. They were about to share a kiss when Brian said faintly, “I’m glad you’re here.”
As usual, the ambiguity in that statement was vintage Kinney. Did he mean in this house? Because of Joan? Or because he’d just given Brian a better-than-average blowjob to wake up to? Justin replied in similar double-meaning words that could be taken anyway Brian wanted them.
“I’m glad I’m here too.” And Justin leaned in to get the kiss he’d been waiting for, the suppleness of Brian’s lips a contrast to the morning-after stubble he was now sporting.
A smile curled Brian’s mouth, hearing Justin’s willingness to play their deliberate word games, just like always. “You know what would make me even happier?”
“What?” There were matching smirks on their faces by this time, unvoiced thoughts shared without needing many words. Justin could read that face, the upturned eyebrow that said Brian wanted Justin and wanted him now-the look that made Justin’s heart soar.
“To finish your tour of the soon-to-be-former Kinney residence. You didn’t see the bathroom last night, and we need to find out if the shower still works before Jennifer sells this dump.” A strong hand began to knead his ass, as Brian chuckled. “Wouldn’t want the new owners to claim they couldn’t have a decent fuck in the shower and force me to take the damned place back, now would we? We better double check, just to be sure.”
Justin snickered softly, his shoulders shaking with faint laughter. “You’re unbelievable. That shower will be one-fourth the size of the one in the loft. Can’t you wait?” But he was only protesting for form’s sake: he didn’t really want to wait, and he had the hardon to prove it. Doubtless Brian could feel it rubbing against his thigh.
“Nope. And I can think of at least five other flat surfaces in this house that we need to fuck on before Julia shows up to start cleaning.” Now the tongue was stuck in his cheek, waiting to hear Justin’s answer. Brian’s eyebrows rose, expectantly.
“Then it’s definitely time to christen the bathroom. And the dining room. And wherever those other places are you’ve got in mind.” Justin’s eyes practically twinkled with mischief. Considering how unhappy Brian had looked the night before, he seemed happy enough now, and Justin was willing to play along, to make sure that black mood never came back.
“Y’know, I jerked off in the shower practically every morning I was growing up. Now it’s your turn. All part of the Kinney Adolescence Tour you were so eager to experience last night,” Brian replied, sitting up in bed and pushing Justin up to sit beside him. He was stripping off Justin’s clothes as the blond man laughed. “Yeah, whatever. Just remember my mom will be here at 10, okay?”
“We can be naked on the dining room table when she comes in, to give the place that lived-in look.” Justin rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the suggestion as he stood up, his jeans joining the growing heap of clothes on the floor. Brian’s jacket and tie followed, and Justin helped him with the shirt buttons, eager to have Brian undressed and in the shower.
A few minutes later, they were both standing under the spray as Brian’s hand reached around Justin’s waist, settling his fingers around the jutting cock and working to a rhythm he knew the younger man could endure for only so long before he’d explode. As Justin’s head tipped back against Brian’s shoulder, the water flowed into his face, blinding him for an instant, then Brian’s mouth found his, all tongue, lips, and desire that never seemed to get satisfied, no matter how long they were apart.
Eight
Brian’s theme song for this chapter:
“Lovesong” by The Cure (from the Disintegration album, 1989) [recall that Brian said he gave up playing guitar when he realized he’d never be the next Robert Smith-so he must’ve listened to The Cure at some point in his youth]
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am home again.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am whole again.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am young again.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am fun again.
However far away,
I will always love you.
However long I stay,
I will always love you.
Whatever words I say,
I will always love you;
I will always love you.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am free again.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am clean again.
However far away,
I will always love you.
However long I stay,
I will always love you.
Whatever words I say,
I will always love you;
I will always love you.
Justin’s theme song for this chapter:
“Macro” by Depeche Mode (from Playing the Angel CD, 2005)
Overflowing senses
Heightened awareness.
I hear my blood flow
I feel its caress.
Whispering cosmos
Talking right to me
Unlimited endless
God breathing through me.
See the microcosm
In macro vision
Our bodies moving
With pure precision
One universal celebration
One evolution
One creation.
Thundering rhythm
Pounding within me
Driving me onwards
Forcing me to see
Clear and enlightening
Right there before me
Brilliantly shining
Intricate beauty.
See the microcosm
In macro vision
Our bodies moving
With pure precision
One universal celebration
One evolution
One creation.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The last place of Earth Brian Kinney ever thought he’d fuck.
Disclaimer: The characters of QAF belong to CowLip and Showtime. Damn them for ending this series.
Earlier installments: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
Brian was draped across Justin like a badly shaped blanket, covering most of his chest, some of his groin, and one of his legs when they finally went to sleep. The kisses usually sent fire shooting through both of them, but this time, they were meant for comfort, and Justin held on as the older man finally drifted off to sleep. Somehow, it didn’t bother him, his arms wrapped around Brian’s waist, head cocked to one side so that Brian could use his shoulder as a pillow. The last thing he remembered was wondering if Brian’s dry cleaner could repair the damage done from sleeping all night in an Armani suit.
The morning was something different, though. Justin woke up, slow to realize that they were in the Kinney house, and during the night, they’d rearranged themselves in the bed. Now Justin was splayed over Brian’s chest, arms encircling the sleeping dark-haired man. One of Brian’s arms was around his shoulders, and he could feel the Gucci beltbuckle digging into his stomach. Justin listened for a moment, enjoying the sound of Brian sleeping, the easy inhale-exhale rhythm of his lover, deeply dreaming. Peaceful, for now.
There was enough light coming through the curtained windows to know that the rest of the world would be waking up soon. And Justin realized then what he wanted to do: it’s what he’d woken up from dreaming, one of his usual dreams. His hand wormed down between their bodies, finding the tab and unzipping the fly of Brian’s French blue trousers. A few more seconds and he had the belt undone and slipped off to the side so that he could get his hand inside. He tried to slide down Brian’s body without waking the man, and he managed to get his lips inside the top of Brian’s black briefs without much trouble. He’d pulled down the sides just enough to expose the cockhead, the prize he’d been seeking, his tongue licking the top, starting to suck in more flesh as he felt Brian shift underneath him, restless in slumber.
He probably only had a few more moments before Brian woke up, and Justin wanted him ready to burst by the time that happened. His mouth and fingers pushed the rest of the briefs far enough down to give him total access, while he let his nose rub through the dark pubic hair that surrounded the most beautiful dick he’d ever seen. His fingertips stroked the balls, while his lips began worshiping in the Church of Brian’s Almighty Cock. Maybe all blowjobs are mechanically the same (suck, lick, repeat), but every time his tongue circled Brian’s rising dick, it made Justin get that much harder. God, he wanted this, he fucking lived for this-being with Brian, being allowed to touch him and bring him off in the morning was the absolute best! Living in New York had advantages, but there was still one thing Pittsburgh had that nowhere else did, and he hadn’t forgotten that. Soon his head was bobbing up and down, loving the feel of holding Brian in his mouth, the full cock going farther and farther back along his tongue each time, every stroke just a little different. Sometimes he let his teeth graze the underside of Brian’s dick, then the next time, he’d suck a little harder, feeling like he was going to swallow his lover whole.
Brian’s head rolled to one side on the pillow, then he gave a long, slow moan, deep from his chest, while his hand came down to touch the side of Justin’s face. A sleepy voice said, “I dreamed this last night…waking up with my cock in your mouth.” Justin raised his eyes, looking up Brian’s stomach, his chest, to see the older man looking down at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Twin smiles curled in mutual recognition, before Justin went back to his task.
His thumbs slid up to hold the base of Brian’s erection while his mouth slipped down it one more time. His own spit made it slippery, and when he came back up to the cockhead, he gave an extra lick with the tip of his tongue along the bottom of the ridged edge, knowing what would happen when he did. As his lips rolled over the top, rubbing across the slit before descending again, he heard Brian fling an arm over his eyes and roll his head back into the pillow. He flicked his eyes upwards, seeing Brian’s neck arched backwards in pleasure, and that just encouraged Justin to try harder.
Brian was lifting his hips from the bed, trying to get deeper into Justin’s mouth, and Justin was helping all he could, shifting his weight off of Brian’s legs, moving around to the side so that he could get a better angle on the swollen cock now driving deeper into his mouth. He used a thumb and forefinger to circle the base of Brian’s cock, lips meeting the joined fingers then pulling apart in opposite direction, lips going up while his fingers stroked down, the feeling like being pulled apart with silken torture: he should know, since Brian had been the one who had showed him that trick first. Justin’s other hand worked deeper into Brian’s briefs, cupping his balls, teasing them, letting the tips rub between the two, massaging the sac and working their way down to more sensitive territory.
He knew he was getting somewhere when he heard a hoarse groan of “Pleeeaassee”-Justin would be willing to bet a year’s worth of paint supplies that Brian didn’t beg in bed with anybody else. Somehow, that made his own dick harder, and he hummed a bit against the cock in his mouth, knowing that would get a reaction. The fingers threading into his hair and pushing his head farther down the thick shaft were another clue that Brian was completely awake. That hand, holding the back of his head, now rubbing through the hair to pull and twist, encouraging him-God, Justin would do anything to please the owner of that hand.
His tongue was working overtime, the thick fullness of Brian filling his mouth, thrusting upwards now, and he hollowed his cheeks to suck hard as he pulled upwards too. Then he let go completely, his warm breath huffing out and around the upright cock, before he dived back down again, trying to capture something elusive with fast, hurried strokes, working the sensitive places at speed now, faster, faster still. He could taste the salty precum as he swiped his tongue over the cockhead again, and he knew that he’d have more than that by the time he was finished. He smiled as he worked, thinking about how great Brian tasted this morning. Every morning.
He felt Brian pressing his head, then his shoulders backwards into the pillow, coming closer to the end, and though he knew he could draw this out, make Brian writhe for an hour if he wanted to, Justin realized that he didn’t have to. There would be other times. This wasn’t the last morning together for either of them, and with rapid tongue strokes followed by another bout of hard suction, he got his reward, a mouthful of cum and another incredible groan from the man who’d held him through the night.
Justin worked his way up Brian’s body, certain that the morning had started the right way as he drew himself up to lie side by side with the dark-haired man. They were about to share a kiss when Brian said faintly, “I’m glad you’re here.”
As usual, the ambiguity in that statement was vintage Kinney. Did he mean in this house? Because of Joan? Or because he’d just given Brian a better-than-average blowjob to wake up to? Justin replied in similar double-meaning words that could be taken anyway Brian wanted them.
“I’m glad I’m here too.” And Justin leaned in to get the kiss he’d been waiting for, the suppleness of Brian’s lips a contrast to the morning-after stubble he was now sporting.
A smile curled Brian’s mouth, hearing Justin’s willingness to play their deliberate word games, just like always. “You know what would make me even happier?”
“What?” There were matching smirks on their faces by this time, unvoiced thoughts shared without needing many words. Justin could read that face, the upturned eyebrow that said Brian wanted Justin and wanted him now-the look that made Justin’s heart soar.
“To finish your tour of the soon-to-be-former Kinney residence. You didn’t see the bathroom last night, and we need to find out if the shower still works before Jennifer sells this dump.” A strong hand began to knead his ass, as Brian chuckled. “Wouldn’t want the new owners to claim they couldn’t have a decent fuck in the shower and force me to take the damned place back, now would we? We better double check, just to be sure.”
Justin snickered softly, his shoulders shaking with faint laughter. “You’re unbelievable. That shower will be one-fourth the size of the one in the loft. Can’t you wait?” But he was only protesting for form’s sake: he didn’t really want to wait, and he had the hardon to prove it. Doubtless Brian could feel it rubbing against his thigh.
“Nope. And I can think of at least five other flat surfaces in this house that we need to fuck on before Julia shows up to start cleaning.” Now the tongue was stuck in his cheek, waiting to hear Justin’s answer. Brian’s eyebrows rose, expectantly.
“Then it’s definitely time to christen the bathroom. And the dining room. And wherever those other places are you’ve got in mind.” Justin’s eyes practically twinkled with mischief. Considering how unhappy Brian had looked the night before, he seemed happy enough now, and Justin was willing to play along, to make sure that black mood never came back.
“Y’know, I jerked off in the shower practically every morning I was growing up. Now it’s your turn. All part of the Kinney Adolescence Tour you were so eager to experience last night,” Brian replied, sitting up in bed and pushing Justin up to sit beside him. He was stripping off Justin’s clothes as the blond man laughed. “Yeah, whatever. Just remember my mom will be here at 10, okay?”
“We can be naked on the dining room table when she comes in, to give the place that lived-in look.” Justin rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the suggestion as he stood up, his jeans joining the growing heap of clothes on the floor. Brian’s jacket and tie followed, and Justin helped him with the shirt buttons, eager to have Brian undressed and in the shower.
A few minutes later, they were both standing under the spray as Brian’s hand reached around Justin’s waist, settling his fingers around the jutting cock and working to a rhythm he knew the younger man could endure for only so long before he’d explode. As Justin’s head tipped back against Brian’s shoulder, the water flowed into his face, blinding him for an instant, then Brian’s mouth found his, all tongue, lips, and desire that never seemed to get satisfied, no matter how long they were apart.
Eight
Brian’s theme song for this chapter:
“Lovesong” by The Cure (from the Disintegration album, 1989) [recall that Brian said he gave up playing guitar when he realized he’d never be the next Robert Smith-so he must’ve listened to The Cure at some point in his youth]
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am home again.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am whole again.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am young again.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am fun again.
However far away,
I will always love you.
However long I stay,
I will always love you.
Whatever words I say,
I will always love you;
I will always love you.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am free again.
Whenever I'm alone with you,
You make me feel like I am clean again.
However far away,
I will always love you.
However long I stay,
I will always love you.
Whatever words I say,
I will always love you;
I will always love you.
Justin’s theme song for this chapter:
“Macro” by Depeche Mode (from Playing the Angel CD, 2005)
Overflowing senses
Heightened awareness.
I hear my blood flow
I feel its caress.
Whispering cosmos
Talking right to me
Unlimited endless
God breathing through me.
See the microcosm
In macro vision
Our bodies moving
With pure precision
One universal celebration
One evolution
One creation.
Thundering rhythm
Pounding within me
Driving me onwards
Forcing me to see
Clear and enlightening
Right there before me
Brilliantly shining
Intricate beauty.
See the microcosm
In macro vision
Our bodies moving
With pure precision
One universal celebration
One evolution
One creation.