QAF Drabbles Theme RImming vs Blowjobs
Over the last few weeks, qaf_drabbles had a special challenge theme of Rimming vs Blowjobs. I may have found this mildly inspiring and written 24 drabbles. I am trying to stay in the habit of writing drabbles on a regular basis. We'll see how long I can last. With out a doubt the hardest thing about drabbles is coming up with at title for all of them. Sometimes that takes me longer than writing the drabble does.
Here are my drabbles. If you haven't already, go to qaf_drabbles and read all of them.
Title: Learning Curve
“So what’s like the kinkiest thing you’ve done with Brian?” Daphne asked as they sat by the pool pretending to study physics.
Justin blushed and mumbled a response.
“He did what?” Daphne asked loudly, her eyes wide with surprise. “With his tongue?”
“I know it sounds gross, but it feels really good,” Justin said defensively.
“If you say so,” Daphne wrinkled her nose. “Have you, you know,” Daphne’s voice dropped to a whisper, “done it to him?”
“No,” Justin answered quickly.
Daphne narrowed her eyes, staring at him, “But you want to.”
“No!” Justin practically shouted, his blush deepening. “Maybe.”
“You want to do what?” Brian asked, one eyebrow raised.
His response was a string of mumbled, unintelligible syllables.
Brian rolled his eyes. “If you can’t say it, you’re sure as hell not doing it.”
“I want to rim you, OK. I want to stick my tongue up your ass. Is that alright with you?” Justin demanded belligerently.
Christ, the kid was a damn princess. “Have at it,” he said before rolling over.
The next time Brian rolled his eyes, he was biting back a moan and humping the duvet.
He should have fucking known Justin would be a natural.
Title: A Certain Kind of Comfort
Justin entered the loft and headed straight for the bedroom, stripping his suit as he went. Brian would be pissed, but he didn’t care.
He collapsed, naked, onto the bed, burying his face is his arms and trying desperately to forget.
Justin woke to the feel of hands stroking his back before coming to rest on his ass. Then warm breath and the cook slickness of Brian’s tongue against his hole.
He tensed slightly, but Brian held him still and kept licking and stroking, opening him slowly with his tongue, until there was nothing but want and need and. . . love.
Title: Let Sleeping Dogs. . .
Brian hated mornings. He found them much more tolerable when he woke with Justin’s mouth wrapped around his dick. So when he generously decided to return the favor, he didn’t plan on dodging a surprising accurate knee to his head.
“The fuck?” he shouted, rearing back.
Justin sat up, staring at Brian with barely focused eyes. “Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“With a blowjob?” Brian asked sarcastically. “You’re thirty not ninety.”
“I was sleeping!” Justin defended himself. “You could have warned me.”
Brian just shook his head and stomped off to the bathroom. He really hated mornings.
Title: Master Class
A blowjob was a blowjob. Brian figured one mouth sucking his cock was the same as another. When blowjobs started boring him, he assumed the quality of cocksucking in Pittsburgh was as piss poor as everything in else in the backwards fucking pathetic excuse for a city.
Then Justin came along and dedicated himself to the art of sucking Brian’s cock. He learned every one of his kinks, even ones Brian didn’t realize he had.
Justin could get him off in under a minute or drag a blowjob out until Brian practically begged to come. And he was never boring.
Title: Variety is the Spice of Life
Debbie cleared the table and refilled Ted and Emmett’s wine glasses before sitting down.
“I wanted to thank you for the lessons and your help with Carl.”
“Don’t mention it,” Emmett said graciously.
“Please,” Ted pleaded.
Emmett elbowed him before continuing, “We’re just glad everything worked out.”
“Carl’s pretty damn pleased with the results so I’m ready for another lesson.”
“Given Carl’s pleasure, ummm,” Emmett blushed and stammered, “I mean happiness, I doubt you need one.”
“What do you boys know about rimming?”
Emmett buried his face in his hands as Ted shot a mouthful of wine across the table.
Title: Commiseration
Brian wasn’t superstitious; he’d never worried about Friday the 13th. But this year the hot water ran out during his shower, and at breakfast, the new waiter tripped, dropping his omelet into his lap.
When he got to Kinnetik, Cynthia told him a major campaign proposal had been accidently deleted. And lunch left the entire art department suffering from food poisoning.
Justin struggled to keep a straight face as Brian described the day’s disasters while stretched out on the couch with a cool compress over his eyes. “Poor baby,” he teased. “Let me blow you and make it all better.”
Title: Turning Away
Rimming was hot and filthy in the best way. But it was also incredibly intimate and sometimes surprisingly tender. Justin loved doing with Brian, but never tried it with a trick.
When Ethan begged him to make love to him, Justin followed a long massage with a trail of kisses down his back, not stopping when he reached Ethan’s ass.
When Ethan pulled back, staring at him with a mix of surprise and distaste, Justin fucked him instead.
It wasn’t a rejection, not with Ethan babbling about how amazing he was, but Justin felt something inside himself shut down anyway.
Title: Appetizer
“We’re going to be late.”
Brian stopped sucking Justin’s cock long enough to answer. “So come already.”
Justin glared at the hand Brian had wrapped around the base of his cock. “Fuck you.”
Brian laughed around his cock just as he dropped his hand, and Justin came with a low moan.
“I hate you,” Justin grumbled, struggling to catch his breath and zip his pants since Brain was already back on his feet and opening the door.
“About time you two finished,” Debbie scolded as they took the empty seats between Michael and Lindsay. “Dinner’s been ready for fifteen minutes.”
Title: Nothing Like the Real Thing
The first time Justin came back to Pittsburgh, he was on his knees before the loft door closed, desperate to have Brian’s cock in his mouth.
It’s not like he was celibate, but no one else tasted like Brian or smelled like him. They didn’t pull his hair to get him closer before letting their hand slide down his face, cupping his jaw so gently it felt like a caress.
Brian was already hard, and the sounds he made forced Justin to press his hand against his own cock before he came right there. This was perfect; this was home.
Title: Beating the Heat
“It’s too hot to fuck.” Justin complained when Brian rubbed his dick against his thigh.
“It’s never too hot to fuck.”
Justin put his hand on Brian’s chest, letting the heat from his palm seep into his already sweaty skin.
“It might be too hot to fuck,” Brian conceded. “But only because you live in hovel on the 10th floor. Blow me instead.”
Justin sighed, “In the shower, and you jerk me off.”
“Fine, but then we’re buying an air conditioner so I can rim your ass until you beg then fuck you without either of us dying from heatstroke.”
Title: When the Mood Strikes
“What are you doing?” Hunter watched as Michael searched under the couch cushions.
“Looking for condoms.”
“Gross,” Hunter took a step back.
“Not used ones!” Michael glared at him. “The social worker for the adoption is visiting today so I have to find them all. Found them! Kitchen’s next.”
“You keep condoms in the silverware drawer?”
“You’d know if you ever set the table,” Michael complained. “With HIV you have to be prepared, and Ben’s sexy when he cooks.”
Hunter’s face drained of color as couldn’t help imagining Michael on his knees while Ben stir-fried. “I’m never eating here again.”
Title: Co-Conspirators
“Brian, I have the reports,” Ted rounded the corner only to be stopped by Cynthia.
“Shh, you’ll wake them,” Cynthia whispered, gesturing him closer.
Ted peeked into the office and saw Brian and Justin curled up together on the couch, sound asleep. “Aren’t they cute,” Ted smiled at Cynthia. “Did you get a picture?”
“Of course, but we’re saving that one for an emergency. This should get us a weekend off.” Cynthia brought up a picture of Brian enthusiastically sucking Justin off on the very same couch.
Ted gave Cynthia a high five before loading the photo as their screensaver.
Title: Not Enough Money in the World
“Ewww,” Emmett wrinkled his nose. “Smelly Steve is so”
“Smelly,” Brian finished.
“Gross,” Emmett corrected. “Seriously, when was the last time he showered?”
“The eighties, but I’d bet you’d blow him if you were drunk enough.”
“No way!”
“For a million dollars?” Michael asked.
“Maybe.”
“Please,” Brian laughed. “Who wouldn’t you blow for a million dollars?”
“Like you wouldn’t do it,” Ted interjected.
“Not for a million, but I’d rim him for ten.”
“I’d rim all of you for ten million.” Justin dropped off their order, winking at Brian before adding, “but I’ll blow you for free after my shift.”
Title: Favorite Fantasy
“What do you want?” Brian asks, his voice husky.
“I want your tongue. I’ll get on my hands and knees so you can lick me open and fuck me with your tongue. You’ll lick and suck until I am so hard I’m dying to touch myself, but I won’t.”
“You won’t stop until I’m so open and slick with your spit that you can fuck me right then, no lube, no fingers, just your cock.”
They come then, together, and there’s nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing.
“Soon.” Brian’s voice sounds distant.
“Yeah,” Justin echoes before hanging up.
Title: Perfect Sunday
Justin woke to Brian’s hard cock pressed against his ass. He turned, and still barely awake, they jerked each other off until they came with quiet grunts before fall asleep again.
Later, hungry and sticky, they dragged themselves from the bed. Sharing a lengthy shower, they washed each other, necessity giving way to desire as kisses and caresses lead to leisurely blowjobs.
They made to the kitchen long enough for coffee and whatever they could throw together for lunch before heading back to bed to pass the hours before Sunday dinner at Deb’s together, sleeping and fucking the day away.
Title: Mirror Image
Justin rushed into the loft; Michael would be there soon to pick up the final drawings for the latest issue of Rage, and he wanted to look them over one more time.
He couldn’t help lingering on the sketch of Rage rimming JT, fantasizing about the scene.
Rage was rougher than Brian, more impatient. At the same time, his power was greatest when he was fucking. Justin imagined his every touch tinged with electricity.
JT was more innocent than Justin, less experienced. Rage really was everything to him.
Imaging how JT felt; Justin began stroking himself.
Michael was always late.
Title: Family Bonding
“So, Justin,” Molly caught him leaving the bathroom. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” Justin replied warily. He and Molly weren’t close, usually only seeing each other on the holidays she spent with Jennifer.
“You and Brian have been together for a long time, right.”
“Did Mom send you?” Justin interrupted. “Brian and I aren’t getting married just because it’s legal in New York.”
“Who cares.” Molly rolled her eyes. “I just wanted to know if you had any good tips on giving blowjobs.”
Justin wanted to run away, but instead he awkwardly shared everything he knew about safe sex.
Title: Just Another Night
Notes: Thanks to fun_demented for the vocabulary help!
The first time Justin blew him after the surgery, Brian thought it would be different. He nearly lost his hard-on thinking about Justin’s reaction to his fake ball once he was up close and personal.
But Justin wasn’t different, he wasn’t hesitant or careful or, God forbid, fucking reverent.
He was confident and pushy, sucking Brian’s cock like it hadn’t been months since the last time. When he finally took Brian’s balls into his mouth, Brian was so hard, so ready to come, he couldn’t remember which ball was a miracle of modern medicine and which was a Kinney original.
Title: Wagers and Winners
“Your spring collection shopping spree becomes a museum visit,” Justin said as he looked over his cards. “And I raise you two blowjobs.”
“Two public blowjobs, same night but different places,” Brian countered. “Then I fuck you with the new dildo until you come without either of us touching your cock.”
“I’ll raise you one Saturday night backroom fuck; I top. And I call.”
“Or we could forget the whole thing, and I’ll rim you right now.”
“Your hand is that bad?”
“Do you care?” Brian smirked.
Justin pretended to think about it before tossing his cards aside. “Not really.”
Title: Denial is Everything
Drew isn’t gay.
Sure he likes to fuck guys now and then, but that’s just sex. Sometimes he wants to get off without worrying about hearts and flowers or pretending it means more than it does.
And when a guy sucks your dick, he gets down to business without complaining about the taste or smell. When your coming with your eyes closed, it doesn’t matter who’s down on their knees.
When Drew starts to imagine giving blowjobs instead of receiving them, he tells himself as long as it’s just a fantasy it doesn’t really mean anything.
Then he meets Emmett.
Title: Til Death
Justin wiped his mouth and rested his head on Brian’s thigh. “Will you still love me when I’m too old to blow you?”
“Who says I love you now?” Brian teased.
Without saying anything, Justin reached for Brian’s hand, tapping their rings together.
Sighing dramatically, Brian held on to Justin’s hand when he started to let go. “When you’re too old to blow me, I’ll be too old to get it up.”
Justin smiled, hearing everything Brian didn’t say. “Don’t worry, I’ll still love you.”
“Shut up and roll over so I can fuck you while we’re both still young.”
Title: Olympic Dreams
“So if sex were an Olympic sport?” Ted wondered as Debbie walked by decked out in Team USA gear.
“I would dominate the fellatio competition,” Emmett said confidently.
“Knee pads optional?” Brian asked with a smirk.
“Teddy gives a world class hand job,” Emmett continued. “How about you, Brian?”
Before Brian could answer, Justin jumped in. “Rimming. There’d be no completion.”
“There never is,” Brian boasted. “What about you and the professor?”
“Marathon,” Michael blushed.
“Nice,” Brian drawled. “All that meditation must pay off. You in, Justin?”
“Gold in the all-around,” Justin stood, pulling Brian with him. “Time for practice.”
Title: On the Edge
Justin’s hands grip the sheets as he holds himself up. His cock aches, heavy and full, but he doesn’t reach for it.
Brian’s tongue is warm and wet as it bathes his hole, stroking, caressing and finally pushing inside.
Moaning, Justin tries to push back, wanting more, but Brian holds him still.
“Ready?” Brian asks, his breath teasing Justin’s sensitive hole, making him shiver.
Justin nods, not trusting himself to speak. The blunt pressure of a dildo replaces Brian’s tongue.
Brian twists it, pressing it inside, filling him. The he takes Justin’s cock into his mouth, swallowing as Justin comes.
Here are my drabbles. If you haven't already, go to qaf_drabbles and read all of them.
Title: Learning Curve
“So what’s like the kinkiest thing you’ve done with Brian?” Daphne asked as they sat by the pool pretending to study physics.
Justin blushed and mumbled a response.
“He did what?” Daphne asked loudly, her eyes wide with surprise. “With his tongue?”
“I know it sounds gross, but it feels really good,” Justin said defensively.
“If you say so,” Daphne wrinkled her nose. “Have you, you know,” Daphne’s voice dropped to a whisper, “done it to him?”
“No,” Justin answered quickly.
Daphne narrowed her eyes, staring at him, “But you want to.”
“No!” Justin practically shouted, his blush deepening. “Maybe.”
“You want to do what?” Brian asked, one eyebrow raised.
His response was a string of mumbled, unintelligible syllables.
Brian rolled his eyes. “If you can’t say it, you’re sure as hell not doing it.”
“I want to rim you, OK. I want to stick my tongue up your ass. Is that alright with you?” Justin demanded belligerently.
Christ, the kid was a damn princess. “Have at it,” he said before rolling over.
The next time Brian rolled his eyes, he was biting back a moan and humping the duvet.
He should have fucking known Justin would be a natural.
Title: A Certain Kind of Comfort
Justin entered the loft and headed straight for the bedroom, stripping his suit as he went. Brian would be pissed, but he didn’t care.
He collapsed, naked, onto the bed, burying his face is his arms and trying desperately to forget.
Justin woke to the feel of hands stroking his back before coming to rest on his ass. Then warm breath and the cook slickness of Brian’s tongue against his hole.
He tensed slightly, but Brian held him still and kept licking and stroking, opening him slowly with his tongue, until there was nothing but want and need and. . . love.
Title: Let Sleeping Dogs. . .
Brian hated mornings. He found them much more tolerable when he woke with Justin’s mouth wrapped around his dick. So when he generously decided to return the favor, he didn’t plan on dodging a surprising accurate knee to his head.
“The fuck?” he shouted, rearing back.
Justin sat up, staring at Brian with barely focused eyes. “Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“With a blowjob?” Brian asked sarcastically. “You’re thirty not ninety.”
“I was sleeping!” Justin defended himself. “You could have warned me.”
Brian just shook his head and stomped off to the bathroom. He really hated mornings.
Title: Master Class
A blowjob was a blowjob. Brian figured one mouth sucking his cock was the same as another. When blowjobs started boring him, he assumed the quality of cocksucking in Pittsburgh was as piss poor as everything in else in the backwards fucking pathetic excuse for a city.
Then Justin came along and dedicated himself to the art of sucking Brian’s cock. He learned every one of his kinks, even ones Brian didn’t realize he had.
Justin could get him off in under a minute or drag a blowjob out until Brian practically begged to come. And he was never boring.
Title: Variety is the Spice of Life
Debbie cleared the table and refilled Ted and Emmett’s wine glasses before sitting down.
“I wanted to thank you for the lessons and your help with Carl.”
“Don’t mention it,” Emmett said graciously.
“Please,” Ted pleaded.
Emmett elbowed him before continuing, “We’re just glad everything worked out.”
“Carl’s pretty damn pleased with the results so I’m ready for another lesson.”
“Given Carl’s pleasure, ummm,” Emmett blushed and stammered, “I mean happiness, I doubt you need one.”
“What do you boys know about rimming?”
Emmett buried his face in his hands as Ted shot a mouthful of wine across the table.
Title: Commiseration
Brian wasn’t superstitious; he’d never worried about Friday the 13th. But this year the hot water ran out during his shower, and at breakfast, the new waiter tripped, dropping his omelet into his lap.
When he got to Kinnetik, Cynthia told him a major campaign proposal had been accidently deleted. And lunch left the entire art department suffering from food poisoning.
Justin struggled to keep a straight face as Brian described the day’s disasters while stretched out on the couch with a cool compress over his eyes. “Poor baby,” he teased. “Let me blow you and make it all better.”
Title: Turning Away
Rimming was hot and filthy in the best way. But it was also incredibly intimate and sometimes surprisingly tender. Justin loved doing with Brian, but never tried it with a trick.
When Ethan begged him to make love to him, Justin followed a long massage with a trail of kisses down his back, not stopping when he reached Ethan’s ass.
When Ethan pulled back, staring at him with a mix of surprise and distaste, Justin fucked him instead.
It wasn’t a rejection, not with Ethan babbling about how amazing he was, but Justin felt something inside himself shut down anyway.
Title: Appetizer
“We’re going to be late.”
Brian stopped sucking Justin’s cock long enough to answer. “So come already.”
Justin glared at the hand Brian had wrapped around the base of his cock. “Fuck you.”
Brian laughed around his cock just as he dropped his hand, and Justin came with a low moan.
“I hate you,” Justin grumbled, struggling to catch his breath and zip his pants since Brain was already back on his feet and opening the door.
“About time you two finished,” Debbie scolded as they took the empty seats between Michael and Lindsay. “Dinner’s been ready for fifteen minutes.”
Title: Nothing Like the Real Thing
The first time Justin came back to Pittsburgh, he was on his knees before the loft door closed, desperate to have Brian’s cock in his mouth.
It’s not like he was celibate, but no one else tasted like Brian or smelled like him. They didn’t pull his hair to get him closer before letting their hand slide down his face, cupping his jaw so gently it felt like a caress.
Brian was already hard, and the sounds he made forced Justin to press his hand against his own cock before he came right there. This was perfect; this was home.
Title: Beating the Heat
“It’s too hot to fuck.” Justin complained when Brian rubbed his dick against his thigh.
“It’s never too hot to fuck.”
Justin put his hand on Brian’s chest, letting the heat from his palm seep into his already sweaty skin.
“It might be too hot to fuck,” Brian conceded. “But only because you live in hovel on the 10th floor. Blow me instead.”
Justin sighed, “In the shower, and you jerk me off.”
“Fine, but then we’re buying an air conditioner so I can rim your ass until you beg then fuck you without either of us dying from heatstroke.”
Title: When the Mood Strikes
“What are you doing?” Hunter watched as Michael searched under the couch cushions.
“Looking for condoms.”
“Gross,” Hunter took a step back.
“Not used ones!” Michael glared at him. “The social worker for the adoption is visiting today so I have to find them all. Found them! Kitchen’s next.”
“You keep condoms in the silverware drawer?”
“You’d know if you ever set the table,” Michael complained. “With HIV you have to be prepared, and Ben’s sexy when he cooks.”
Hunter’s face drained of color as couldn’t help imagining Michael on his knees while Ben stir-fried. “I’m never eating here again.”
Title: Co-Conspirators
“Brian, I have the reports,” Ted rounded the corner only to be stopped by Cynthia.
“Shh, you’ll wake them,” Cynthia whispered, gesturing him closer.
Ted peeked into the office and saw Brian and Justin curled up together on the couch, sound asleep. “Aren’t they cute,” Ted smiled at Cynthia. “Did you get a picture?”
“Of course, but we’re saving that one for an emergency. This should get us a weekend off.” Cynthia brought up a picture of Brian enthusiastically sucking Justin off on the very same couch.
Ted gave Cynthia a high five before loading the photo as their screensaver.
Title: Not Enough Money in the World
“Ewww,” Emmett wrinkled his nose. “Smelly Steve is so”
“Smelly,” Brian finished.
“Gross,” Emmett corrected. “Seriously, when was the last time he showered?”
“The eighties, but I’d bet you’d blow him if you were drunk enough.”
“No way!”
“For a million dollars?” Michael asked.
“Maybe.”
“Please,” Brian laughed. “Who wouldn’t you blow for a million dollars?”
“Like you wouldn’t do it,” Ted interjected.
“Not for a million, but I’d rim him for ten.”
“I’d rim all of you for ten million.” Justin dropped off their order, winking at Brian before adding, “but I’ll blow you for free after my shift.”
Title: Favorite Fantasy
“What do you want?” Brian asks, his voice husky.
“I want your tongue. I’ll get on my hands and knees so you can lick me open and fuck me with your tongue. You’ll lick and suck until I am so hard I’m dying to touch myself, but I won’t.”
“You won’t stop until I’m so open and slick with your spit that you can fuck me right then, no lube, no fingers, just your cock.”
They come then, together, and there’s nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing.
“Soon.” Brian’s voice sounds distant.
“Yeah,” Justin echoes before hanging up.
Title: Perfect Sunday
Justin woke to Brian’s hard cock pressed against his ass. He turned, and still barely awake, they jerked each other off until they came with quiet grunts before fall asleep again.
Later, hungry and sticky, they dragged themselves from the bed. Sharing a lengthy shower, they washed each other, necessity giving way to desire as kisses and caresses lead to leisurely blowjobs.
They made to the kitchen long enough for coffee and whatever they could throw together for lunch before heading back to bed to pass the hours before Sunday dinner at Deb’s together, sleeping and fucking the day away.
Title: Mirror Image
Justin rushed into the loft; Michael would be there soon to pick up the final drawings for the latest issue of Rage, and he wanted to look them over one more time.
He couldn’t help lingering on the sketch of Rage rimming JT, fantasizing about the scene.
Rage was rougher than Brian, more impatient. At the same time, his power was greatest when he was fucking. Justin imagined his every touch tinged with electricity.
JT was more innocent than Justin, less experienced. Rage really was everything to him.
Imaging how JT felt; Justin began stroking himself.
Michael was always late.
Title: Family Bonding
“So, Justin,” Molly caught him leaving the bathroom. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” Justin replied warily. He and Molly weren’t close, usually only seeing each other on the holidays she spent with Jennifer.
“You and Brian have been together for a long time, right.”
“Did Mom send you?” Justin interrupted. “Brian and I aren’t getting married just because it’s legal in New York.”
“Who cares.” Molly rolled her eyes. “I just wanted to know if you had any good tips on giving blowjobs.”
Justin wanted to run away, but instead he awkwardly shared everything he knew about safe sex.
Title: Just Another Night
Notes: Thanks to fun_demented for the vocabulary help!
The first time Justin blew him after the surgery, Brian thought it would be different. He nearly lost his hard-on thinking about Justin’s reaction to his fake ball once he was up close and personal.
But Justin wasn’t different, he wasn’t hesitant or careful or, God forbid, fucking reverent.
He was confident and pushy, sucking Brian’s cock like it hadn’t been months since the last time. When he finally took Brian’s balls into his mouth, Brian was so hard, so ready to come, he couldn’t remember which ball was a miracle of modern medicine and which was a Kinney original.
Title: Wagers and Winners
“Your spring collection shopping spree becomes a museum visit,” Justin said as he looked over his cards. “And I raise you two blowjobs.”
“Two public blowjobs, same night but different places,” Brian countered. “Then I fuck you with the new dildo until you come without either of us touching your cock.”
“I’ll raise you one Saturday night backroom fuck; I top. And I call.”
“Or we could forget the whole thing, and I’ll rim you right now.”
“Your hand is that bad?”
“Do you care?” Brian smirked.
Justin pretended to think about it before tossing his cards aside. “Not really.”
Title: Denial is Everything
Drew isn’t gay.
Sure he likes to fuck guys now and then, but that’s just sex. Sometimes he wants to get off without worrying about hearts and flowers or pretending it means more than it does.
And when a guy sucks your dick, he gets down to business without complaining about the taste or smell. When your coming with your eyes closed, it doesn’t matter who’s down on their knees.
When Drew starts to imagine giving blowjobs instead of receiving them, he tells himself as long as it’s just a fantasy it doesn’t really mean anything.
Then he meets Emmett.
Title: Til Death
Justin wiped his mouth and rested his head on Brian’s thigh. “Will you still love me when I’m too old to blow you?”
“Who says I love you now?” Brian teased.
Without saying anything, Justin reached for Brian’s hand, tapping their rings together.
Sighing dramatically, Brian held on to Justin’s hand when he started to let go. “When you’re too old to blow me, I’ll be too old to get it up.”
Justin smiled, hearing everything Brian didn’t say. “Don’t worry, I’ll still love you.”
“Shut up and roll over so I can fuck you while we’re both still young.”
Title: Olympic Dreams
“So if sex were an Olympic sport?” Ted wondered as Debbie walked by decked out in Team USA gear.
“I would dominate the fellatio competition,” Emmett said confidently.
“Knee pads optional?” Brian asked with a smirk.
“Teddy gives a world class hand job,” Emmett continued. “How about you, Brian?”
Before Brian could answer, Justin jumped in. “Rimming. There’d be no completion.”
“There never is,” Brian boasted. “What about you and the professor?”
“Marathon,” Michael blushed.
“Nice,” Brian drawled. “All that meditation must pay off. You in, Justin?”
“Gold in the all-around,” Justin stood, pulling Brian with him. “Time for practice.”
Title: On the Edge
Justin’s hands grip the sheets as he holds himself up. His cock aches, heavy and full, but he doesn’t reach for it.
Brian’s tongue is warm and wet as it bathes his hole, stroking, caressing and finally pushing inside.
Moaning, Justin tries to push back, wanting more, but Brian holds him still.
“Ready?” Brian asks, his breath teasing Justin’s sensitive hole, making him shiver.
Justin nods, not trusting himself to speak. The blunt pressure of a dildo replaces Brian’s tongue.
Brian twists it, pressing it inside, filling him. The he takes Justin’s cock into his mouth, swallowing as Justin comes.