Fic: The Change
Title: The Change
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Between 403 and 405
Summary: The day Justin gets his hair shaved Brian doesn't realize it right away just how much he's going to miss the blond locks.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to Cowlip.
Beta: Many thanks to the lovely camelhaircoat.
Feedback: Please let me know what you think.
The day Justin gets his hair shaved Brian doesn't realize it right away just how much he's going to miss the blond locks.
His first reaction is that he likes it. After Mother Taylor is out the door he barely leaves Justin's side and he can't stop running his fingers over Justin's head. The barely-there hair feels smooth and ticklish under his open palms as he traces every line and curve of his scalp and the little purring sounds it triggers from Justin amuses and turns on Brian at the same time.
Brian knows there isn't a change on the outside without a change in the inside and he notices that in Justin's case it started happening long before his haircut.
The way he carries himself as he moves across the room. The way he speaks. The way he looks you in the eye. There is an air of confidence and maturity around him. Justin is no longer the pretty little blond boy everyone seems to think him to be but the young man Brian has seen in him all along.
But Justin is also angry and restless. The demons he buried deep down inside have come back to haunt him.
He's angry at himself because he thinks he should have done something after the bashing, should have gone after Hobbs. Brian thinks that's fucked because he remembers the death grip Justin had on his hand when they walked down the streets, can still remember the sleepless nights and the nightmares.
And Justin is restless because he thinks it's not too late to get back at straight assholes who didn't give a fuck whether he lived or died. Maybe Justin needs some kind of a closure, Brian thinks, but he doesn't trust that Cody person.
The whole idea of the Pink Posse seems ridiculous to Brian. He mocks it and makes sure Justin knows what he thinks about it but that's all. Even if sometimes he just wants to shake Justin and scream at him until he comes to his senses he won't tell him what to do with his life. Instead he's always there for Justin if he needs him and lets him make his own decisions. Justin is still young and is bound to make some mistakes and all Brian can do is hope that they won't be big ones.
So if Justin wants to be a Posse member and that means no hair then let it be, Brian thinks. He doesn't think it's gonna be a problem until that very evening when Justin gives him a blowjob.
Just like always, Justin gives him all he's got. He opens up his throat to take Brian all the way in, swallows and hums around the head. He tongues his slit, tugs at his balls, sucks and licks and nips, basically drives Brian insane.
Brian can feel his orgasm building quickly but he doesn't want to come yet so he reaches for Justin to slow down his movements.
And that's when it happens.
He can blame it on Justin's wonderful skills at giving head that he's so lost to the feeling of Justin's warm mouth around his cock that for a split second he forgets about Justin's shaved head and expects silky strands of long hair to slide through his fingers. His hand freezes when instead, it comes in contact with Justin's almost bare head. Justin doesn't notice and Brian quickly recovers but the momentary loss of control is enough for Justin to bring him over the edge and then he's coming hard down Justin's throat.
After Brian reciprocates they don't bother with showers and Justin nestles himself into the curve of Brian's body, his back flush against Brian's chest and his ass tucked firmly into Brian's crotch. Justin sighs a little then a few seconds later he's out like a light. Brian closes his eyes but it takes him a while before he falls asleep.
The next few days it keeps happening. Brian wakes up in almost the same position they fell asleep the night before, except for some strange reason his arm is around Justin's waist. He pulls it back carefully so as to not startle Justin. He studies the back of Justin's head then slowly leans closer and rubs his nose against the tiny little hairs. When he pulls back he suddenly remembers the mornings when he woke up with a mouthful of Justin's hair and how he played with it with his fingers until Justin woke up.
He's lost in thought of silky soft hair and can almost feel it against his face when the alarm goes off. Justin stirs beside him, stretching and loosening his stiff muscles and Brian gets out of the bed. He goes to take a shower, annoyed with himself because he sure as hell doesn't miss the little twat's hair and definitely isn't reminiscing about it but only after Justin slides behind him and starts washing his back can Brian relax.
He doesn't understand what's wrong with him because he does like Justin's new look. The buzz cut doesn't make Justin look ugly because if anyone then Justin is who can pull off a look like that. With his clear blue eyes, delicate cheekbones and full red lips Justin is, no doubt, beautiful. So the length of his hair shouldn't really matter.
Still, Brian doesn't want to find out what he'd do if he'd meet with that Cody in one of the dark alleys behind Babylon.
The sex is still hot. In fact, Brian still gets hard whenever he thinks about that particular fuck when Justin came home late one night, manhandled Brian into a chair and fucked himself on Brian's cock within an inch of his life. It was fucking hot and they both like it hard and fast sometimes but lately that's the only kind of sex they have. Not that Brian is turning into a breeder and he would like to cuddle or whisper sweet endearments in Justin's ear but there are times when he likes it nice and slow with gentle touches and light caresses. But now Justin wants none of that. He even wants to fight with Brian when they can't decide who's gonna top, for Christ's sake.
After Justin has spent a couple of nights running around Pittsburgh with a gun, scaring the shit out of straight assholes Brian comes home one night and is surprised to find him there. When Brian arches a brow at him Justin says something about pink being no longer his color and Brian feels the invisible weight lifting off his shoulders.
He nods and goes to the bedroom to change. A few minutes later he comes out clad in faded jeans and a black tank top and pads barefoot into the kitchen. He skipped lunch and now he's starving but when he can find nothing in the refrigerator he orders Thai for both of them. While he's on the phone he watches Justin out of the corner of his eye.
Justin is bent over his little worktable which is lit up from the inside and is currently working on something, probably a sketch for Rage, Brian thinks. He watches the way Justin tilts his head and flexes his wrist once in a while. His hand seems to shake a little and Brian thinks it must be tired but he won't know the real reason for it until a few nights later when after going to bed Justin starts whispering words like Hobbs and gun and power and choices into the darkness.
Now he just watches Justin sitting almost in the same position as a couple of nights ago. Except he still had long hair then. Brian remembers that it wasn't Justin's frantic sketching that drew him over, but his hair. He watched the light play across the blond strands, changing it from dark honey to soft gold whenever Justin moved his head. And Brian felt an urge to go over there and touch it.
After the food arrives Brian sits in front of the TV and surfs the channels while he eats. A few seconds later Justin joins him and they eat in relative silence. Once all the food is cleared away they wipe their hands with the little napkins and just hang out on the couch.
Brian tries to imagine what they must probably look like sitting there, watching the news on CNN after having just had dinner. The domesticity of the situation makes Brian's skin itch and the thought of going out crosses his mind for a second before he quickly dismisses it. He steals a glance at Justin and watches as he smiles at something funny on the TV and suddenly the idea of spending a quiet night at home whether they fuck or just share the same space seems like the only thing Brian wants to do. He gets more comfortable on the couch and his hand moves of its own volition to Justin's head and he feels something warm inside when Justin leans into his touch.
He doesn't have Justin's long hair to play with anymore so he strokes the nape of his neck instead. Even though he never voiced it out loud Brian knew he liked Justin's hair long. He loved its softness when he twirled it around his fingers; loved to smooth it back behind Justin's ears when it fell over his eyes; and especially loved to grab it or yank it back when they had sex.
He knew all this but didn't realize how important a part Justin's hair played in their non-defined, non-conventional relationship in the last couple of months until Justin shaved it. It's kind of terrifying when he thinks about it.
His fingers twitch and to make good use of them he sticks his free hand down the front of Justin's pants and pulls out his cock. Justin makes a noise between a gasp and a moan and he tears his eyes away from the TV screen. Brian turns his head towards him and his eyes zero in on Justin's mouth when he licks his lips then Brian leans forward and kisses him softly. He strokes Justin's cock to full hardness while Justin's pubic hair tickles his hand. A thought crosses his mind and Brian pulls back and looks down at Justin's crotch. He ignores Justin's protests and abandons his cock to slowly thread his fingers through the wiry little hairs. It's definitely not as soft or as blond as the hair was on Justin's head but at least he will have something to play with until Justin's hair grows out again.
He twirls it around his fingers and gently massages the sensitive skin underneath. Justin's breathing quickens and he thrusts his hips into Brian's hand as if urging him to touch his cock. But since Brian seems completely content in just playing with his pubes Justin quickly takes control of the situation. In a matter of a few seconds their clothes are gone, Brian's cock is covered with a condom and a very eager Justin is straddling his thighs. It seems that lately Justin has a thing for riding him; not that Brian is complaining.
Later after two mind-blowing orgasms (one in front of the TV and then another in the shower) they lie in bed together on their sides. Brian curls around Justin's back and after Justin's breathing evens out Brian brings his hand around to Justin's crotch. Had someone described it as cuddling Brian would tell them that he was just resting his arm on Justin's hip.
Justin's pubes are still a little damp from their recent shower when Brian buries his fingers there. His knuckles brush against Justin's soft cock resting in his lap and for once Brian completely ignores it. He just gently combs his fingers through the patch of hair between Justin's legs until his hand stills and he finally falls asleep.
~the end~
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Between 403 and 405
Summary: The day Justin gets his hair shaved Brian doesn't realize it right away just how much he's going to miss the blond locks.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to Cowlip.
Beta: Many thanks to the lovely camelhaircoat.
Feedback: Please let me know what you think.
The day Justin gets his hair shaved Brian doesn't realize it right away just how much he's going to miss the blond locks.
His first reaction is that he likes it. After Mother Taylor is out the door he barely leaves Justin's side and he can't stop running his fingers over Justin's head. The barely-there hair feels smooth and ticklish under his open palms as he traces every line and curve of his scalp and the little purring sounds it triggers from Justin amuses and turns on Brian at the same time.
Brian knows there isn't a change on the outside without a change in the inside and he notices that in Justin's case it started happening long before his haircut.
The way he carries himself as he moves across the room. The way he speaks. The way he looks you in the eye. There is an air of confidence and maturity around him. Justin is no longer the pretty little blond boy everyone seems to think him to be but the young man Brian has seen in him all along.
But Justin is also angry and restless. The demons he buried deep down inside have come back to haunt him.
He's angry at himself because he thinks he should have done something after the bashing, should have gone after Hobbs. Brian thinks that's fucked because he remembers the death grip Justin had on his hand when they walked down the streets, can still remember the sleepless nights and the nightmares.
And Justin is restless because he thinks it's not too late to get back at straight assholes who didn't give a fuck whether he lived or died. Maybe Justin needs some kind of a closure, Brian thinks, but he doesn't trust that Cody person.
The whole idea of the Pink Posse seems ridiculous to Brian. He mocks it and makes sure Justin knows what he thinks about it but that's all. Even if sometimes he just wants to shake Justin and scream at him until he comes to his senses he won't tell him what to do with his life. Instead he's always there for Justin if he needs him and lets him make his own decisions. Justin is still young and is bound to make some mistakes and all Brian can do is hope that they won't be big ones.
So if Justin wants to be a Posse member and that means no hair then let it be, Brian thinks. He doesn't think it's gonna be a problem until that very evening when Justin gives him a blowjob.
Just like always, Justin gives him all he's got. He opens up his throat to take Brian all the way in, swallows and hums around the head. He tongues his slit, tugs at his balls, sucks and licks and nips, basically drives Brian insane.
Brian can feel his orgasm building quickly but he doesn't want to come yet so he reaches for Justin to slow down his movements.
And that's when it happens.
He can blame it on Justin's wonderful skills at giving head that he's so lost to the feeling of Justin's warm mouth around his cock that for a split second he forgets about Justin's shaved head and expects silky strands of long hair to slide through his fingers. His hand freezes when instead, it comes in contact with Justin's almost bare head. Justin doesn't notice and Brian quickly recovers but the momentary loss of control is enough for Justin to bring him over the edge and then he's coming hard down Justin's throat.
After Brian reciprocates they don't bother with showers and Justin nestles himself into the curve of Brian's body, his back flush against Brian's chest and his ass tucked firmly into Brian's crotch. Justin sighs a little then a few seconds later he's out like a light. Brian closes his eyes but it takes him a while before he falls asleep.
The next few days it keeps happening. Brian wakes up in almost the same position they fell asleep the night before, except for some strange reason his arm is around Justin's waist. He pulls it back carefully so as to not startle Justin. He studies the back of Justin's head then slowly leans closer and rubs his nose against the tiny little hairs. When he pulls back he suddenly remembers the mornings when he woke up with a mouthful of Justin's hair and how he played with it with his fingers until Justin woke up.
He's lost in thought of silky soft hair and can almost feel it against his face when the alarm goes off. Justin stirs beside him, stretching and loosening his stiff muscles and Brian gets out of the bed. He goes to take a shower, annoyed with himself because he sure as hell doesn't miss the little twat's hair and definitely isn't reminiscing about it but only after Justin slides behind him and starts washing his back can Brian relax.
He doesn't understand what's wrong with him because he does like Justin's new look. The buzz cut doesn't make Justin look ugly because if anyone then Justin is who can pull off a look like that. With his clear blue eyes, delicate cheekbones and full red lips Justin is, no doubt, beautiful. So the length of his hair shouldn't really matter.
Still, Brian doesn't want to find out what he'd do if he'd meet with that Cody in one of the dark alleys behind Babylon.
The sex is still hot. In fact, Brian still gets hard whenever he thinks about that particular fuck when Justin came home late one night, manhandled Brian into a chair and fucked himself on Brian's cock within an inch of his life. It was fucking hot and they both like it hard and fast sometimes but lately that's the only kind of sex they have. Not that Brian is turning into a breeder and he would like to cuddle or whisper sweet endearments in Justin's ear but there are times when he likes it nice and slow with gentle touches and light caresses. But now Justin wants none of that. He even wants to fight with Brian when they can't decide who's gonna top, for Christ's sake.
After Justin has spent a couple of nights running around Pittsburgh with a gun, scaring the shit out of straight assholes Brian comes home one night and is surprised to find him there. When Brian arches a brow at him Justin says something about pink being no longer his color and Brian feels the invisible weight lifting off his shoulders.
He nods and goes to the bedroom to change. A few minutes later he comes out clad in faded jeans and a black tank top and pads barefoot into the kitchen. He skipped lunch and now he's starving but when he can find nothing in the refrigerator he orders Thai for both of them. While he's on the phone he watches Justin out of the corner of his eye.
Justin is bent over his little worktable which is lit up from the inside and is currently working on something, probably a sketch for Rage, Brian thinks. He watches the way Justin tilts his head and flexes his wrist once in a while. His hand seems to shake a little and Brian thinks it must be tired but he won't know the real reason for it until a few nights later when after going to bed Justin starts whispering words like Hobbs and gun and power and choices into the darkness.
Now he just watches Justin sitting almost in the same position as a couple of nights ago. Except he still had long hair then. Brian remembers that it wasn't Justin's frantic sketching that drew him over, but his hair. He watched the light play across the blond strands, changing it from dark honey to soft gold whenever Justin moved his head. And Brian felt an urge to go over there and touch it.
After the food arrives Brian sits in front of the TV and surfs the channels while he eats. A few seconds later Justin joins him and they eat in relative silence. Once all the food is cleared away they wipe their hands with the little napkins and just hang out on the couch.
Brian tries to imagine what they must probably look like sitting there, watching the news on CNN after having just had dinner. The domesticity of the situation makes Brian's skin itch and the thought of going out crosses his mind for a second before he quickly dismisses it. He steals a glance at Justin and watches as he smiles at something funny on the TV and suddenly the idea of spending a quiet night at home whether they fuck or just share the same space seems like the only thing Brian wants to do. He gets more comfortable on the couch and his hand moves of its own volition to Justin's head and he feels something warm inside when Justin leans into his touch.
He doesn't have Justin's long hair to play with anymore so he strokes the nape of his neck instead. Even though he never voiced it out loud Brian knew he liked Justin's hair long. He loved its softness when he twirled it around his fingers; loved to smooth it back behind Justin's ears when it fell over his eyes; and especially loved to grab it or yank it back when they had sex.
He knew all this but didn't realize how important a part Justin's hair played in their non-defined, non-conventional relationship in the last couple of months until Justin shaved it. It's kind of terrifying when he thinks about it.
His fingers twitch and to make good use of them he sticks his free hand down the front of Justin's pants and pulls out his cock. Justin makes a noise between a gasp and a moan and he tears his eyes away from the TV screen. Brian turns his head towards him and his eyes zero in on Justin's mouth when he licks his lips then Brian leans forward and kisses him softly. He strokes Justin's cock to full hardness while Justin's pubic hair tickles his hand. A thought crosses his mind and Brian pulls back and looks down at Justin's crotch. He ignores Justin's protests and abandons his cock to slowly thread his fingers through the wiry little hairs. It's definitely not as soft or as blond as the hair was on Justin's head but at least he will have something to play with until Justin's hair grows out again.
He twirls it around his fingers and gently massages the sensitive skin underneath. Justin's breathing quickens and he thrusts his hips into Brian's hand as if urging him to touch his cock. But since Brian seems completely content in just playing with his pubes Justin quickly takes control of the situation. In a matter of a few seconds their clothes are gone, Brian's cock is covered with a condom and a very eager Justin is straddling his thighs. It seems that lately Justin has a thing for riding him; not that Brian is complaining.
Later after two mind-blowing orgasms (one in front of the TV and then another in the shower) they lie in bed together on their sides. Brian curls around Justin's back and after Justin's breathing evens out Brian brings his hand around to Justin's crotch. Had someone described it as cuddling Brian would tell them that he was just resting his arm on Justin's hip.
Justin's pubes are still a little damp from their recent shower when Brian buries his fingers there. His knuckles brush against Justin's soft cock resting in his lap and for once Brian completely ignores it. He just gently combs his fingers through the patch of hair between Justin's legs until his hand stills and he finally falls asleep.
~the end~