Fic: Tonight's the Night
Title: Tonight's the Night
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post-513
Summary: "Tonight," he began and his legs tightened around my waist, "I want you to tell me all the things you love about my ass."
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: spanking, unprotected sex
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to Cowlip.
Beta: A big thank you to
vlredreign for being such a wonderful beta.
A/N: Written for the Justin Challenge at
qaf_challenges.
Feedback: Please let me know what you think.
After Justin left for New York I honestly thought I lost him for good. Of course, I didn't tell him this, otherwise he would have been on the first plane back to Pittsburgh, fucking some sense into me. And I couldn't have that. He needed to concentrate on his art.
So I didn't shut him out of my life as he probably feared I would. We talked on the phone almost every day. At least once a month I went to visit him, and, when he could afford it (the little shit wouldn't take my money), he came back for the weekend, sometimes for a little longer.
We both made an effort to make this long distance shit work and it was just like he'd told me, we saw each other all the time.
Still, I couldn't help the uneasy feeling that was growing in the pit of my stomach as time went on that it was only a matter of time before he met someone else. Not that I doubted his love, I just liked to be realistic.
Justin was still young and he was also hot, smart and talented. And I was miles away and sometimes I still had problems saying the things he wanted to hear. I knew he didn't go to New York to find the new love of his life but I also knew how lonely it could get in a strange city. I wouldn't even have blamed him if he'd gotten involved with a nice, easy guy but he seemed content with just the occasional tricking. I would have known if there were someone else. But I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Many times I almost sold the house. I only saw it now as the symbol of my wishful thinking that someday Justin might decide to leave the art world behind and come back to me. I kept toying with the idea that it would be best to get rid of it once and for all, but at the last minute I always changed my mind.
Then one night while we were having phone sex and talking about our secret fantasies, Justin told me that his was to fuck my ass in every room of the house on every available surface. After that, I never thought about selling it.
As it turned out, it was good thinking because two years later when Justin moved back to Pittsburgh, we both decided we wanted to live there.
It wasn't easy at first. We had to get used to the new place, our first home together, and it was strange living with each other again. We quickly overcame any awkwardness with a lot of fucking and kissing, and in the meantime we realized that the house was even good for our sex life. Finally, we weren't constantly interrupted by our little makeshift family because they couldn't drop by as often as they'd done at the loft.
Speaking of, I still kept the loft. I'd told myself the reason behind this was only practical. I still owned Babylon and even though we spent less and less time there I still had to make an appearance now and then as the boss. And there were times when we both felt like going out dancing, and around the time we were ready to leave it was usually too late or we were both too fucked up to drive and it was just convenient to have a place we could go to.
But, deep down inside, I knew that this wasn't the real reason. I had told Justin once that the loft was just four walls and a floor and I meant it, and thought that Justin was being a romantic little twat for saying it was more than that.
Even though the house had more rooms to fuck in and we made good use of each and every one of them, doing it in that bed at the loft felt somehow different. It was not only the place where Justin had lost his virginity, but the place I had learned to make love. And, call me a lesbian, but I'd come so far that now I could admit, at least to myself, that those things meant something to me.
Tonight was one of those times when we decided to spend the night at the loft. We met up there after work, fucked in the shower, showered and then changed into club clothes. Although the dressing part seemed to take forever because I couldn't keep my hands off Justin while he was digging in the closet, clad only in a pair of skin tight jeans. But eventually we managed to get going.
Babylon was packed, full of hot and fuckable men but I didn't spare them a single glance because I had the hottest guy with me.
I didn't see any of the boys over the bar. We still got together at least twice a month but it wasn't like old times. It looked like tonight it was just the two of us.
Justin pulled me out on the dance floor and we danced for a couple of songs; well, he did, I just swayed to the music and enjoyed it as he rubbed up against me. For me, dancing was never about the fancy moves, anyway. My hands were on his hips and he kept running his over my bare chest and my shoulders. He'd unbuttoned my shirt earlier and glitter stuck to my skin in various places. Our crotches were firmly pressed together and we were both hard.
We looked hot together and I noticed a few guys sizing us up as we moved to the beat. One of them, a short but muscular brunet, was openly staring at Justin's ass and licking his lips. I put my hand on Justin's waist and pulled him closer.
Justin seemed oblivious to our little admirers, completely Iost in the music. I couldn't take my eyes off him as the lights of Babylon reflected off his pale skin and blond hair, making them turn from blue to pink and many colors in between. He could still make me hard in a heartbeat any day.
He threw his head back when the music changed to one of his favorites and I noticed a drop of sweat sliding down his throat. Before it could disappear under his collar I quickly leaned down and licked it off his skin. Then I moved to his ear and whispered directly in it in a voice I knew left him weak in the knees.
"I want to fuck you."
It had the desired effect because he moaned and started rubbing our cocks together in a dangerous way. Before we both came into our pants I took his hand and dragged him off the dance floor. We didn't fuck in the backroom since we'd been doing it raw. Not that public sex would have lost its appeal, because we still did it in the VIP lounge or even in my office, but tonight I wanted a private show.
We made it back to the loft in record time and we fucked hard and fast in the shower and he came without me touching his cock. After that I pulled him under the shower head and he pressed up against me and buried his face in my chest. It was a bit difficult to wash him in this position but I ran the soap over his back, down his arms and under his armpits and I even managed to squeeze the soap between us and clean his chest.
He protested a little when I let go of him. I knelt before him and washed his legs and then I took his cock in my hands and washed it thoroughly. It didn't take long before he was hard again and I slowly jerked him off and his come landed on my neck and my chest but the water quickly washed it away. When his breathing returned to normal I turned him around and washed his ass and the back of his legs.
Then I stood up and poured a dollop of shampoo in my palm and massaged it into his scalp. He tilted his head back onto my shoulder and sighed contently. I rinsed his hair and then turned him around and kissed him and he smiled at me sleepily.
We traded places under the shower head and he took the soap and started to wash my body with careful concentration, his hands lingering a little longer in certain places.
I shut down the water when it started to turn cold and Justin got out of the shower first. He grabbed a big fluffy towel and started drying himself. I followed suit and while he had his back to me I watched him out of the corner of my eye. I admired his strong thighs, the swell of his beautiful ass, the rippling muscles under pale skin in his back and arms.
He was still thin and I could easily pin him to the bed if I wanted to but his body had gotten more toned over the years, especially since he had been doing laps every other morning in our pool. Not that he needed the workout and if you think about it, it was a miracle in itself. Considering how much shit Justin ate he should have looked like a pig, but the kid had the most fucked up metabolism I had ever seen, because he didn't.
Sometimes I hated him for it because while he could order the greasiest food at the diner without a second thought I always had to watch what I ate. But I figured the universe wasn't going to be always this kind to him and someday he would have to pay for the amount of French fries he consumed. But the strangest thing was that the idea of him being a little thick around the waist didn't bother me in the least. He would still be the same Justin to me, although it might be a little more difficult to haul his heavy ass into bed if I wanted to fuck him. But I figured we could always fuck on the floor instead.
As I watched him toweling his ass, suddenly I remembered something and although I knew he didn't like it, I couldn't resist a little teasing.
"I hate to break it to you, Sunshine, but you have a pimple on your ass."
As much as I loved to fuck him, I enjoyed it just as much to fuck with his head. Justin, however, was not as easy as he had been; by now he knew almost all of my tricks. But I wasn't listed as one of the most successful businessmen on the East coast for no reason. Hell, I made a living from convincing people of things that might not be entirely true. So sometimes I could still catch him off guard.
But not this time.
He didn't even turn around when he answered.
"Very funny, Brian. Just because you fooled me once doesn't mean that you can do it again."
I glared at him, although it lost its affect because he couldn't see it. Smug little fucker. But I wasn't the one who gave up easily.
"I wasn't joking."
That got Justin's attention. He whirled his head around so fast that for a second I expected to hear something crack. I watched with great amusement as, torso twisted in a funny angle, neck straining, he tried to look over his shoulder to examine his, needless to say, flawless ass.
"Where? Where is it?" he asked curiously and I could hear a little panic in his voice.
I almost felt guilty.
When I said nothing he looked up and caught my grin before I had time to wipe it off my face. Busted.
I watched his eyes widen and then slowly narrow at me. "You fucker," he said but he was smiling. He playfully slapped my stomach with his towel but before he could move away I grabbed it and yanked him to me.
It brought our bodies flush together and he gasped in surprise. His skin was warm and he smelled fucking amazing, and even though I'd had an orgasm not too long ago, I felt my cock stir against his belly. I let our towels fall to the floor, then I put my arms around his waist and pulled him closer. I leaned down to kiss him, and at the same time, he stood on his toes and we met halfway. I ran my tongue over first his upper lip then over the fullness of his bottom lip and when he opened his mouth I pushed my tongue inside. My hands wandered lower and I started to massage the globes of his ass. I felt his cock twitch against my leg when I sucked his tongue into my mouth and he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back gently. I rested my forehead against his.
"You gotta stop insulting my ass, you know, " he said softly and bumped his nose against mine.
I pulled back and looked down at him like he lost his mind. "Have we met before? I'm the president of the fanclub of your ass." Hell, I owned that ass.
He tilted his head to the side, his eyes challenging. "Prove it."
I huffed. "I think I prove it to you every day, considering how many times I've fucked you since we met." I started to walk him backwards toward the bed. Actions speak louder than words, wasn't that what I always said? Maybe a little demonstration was just what he needed.
"Hmm. That's true. But I want verbal appreciation."
I chuckled. "Verbal, huh? What, you want me to sing you a song? Or better yet, speak in rhymes?"
When we reached the bed I pushed him down onto his back until he was lying on the center, his head resting on the pillows. I crawled on top of him and leaned up on my elbows. His legs loosely circled my waist. He didn't say anything just looked at me expectantly and I realized he was serious.
I sighed. "Lemme think." I buried my face in the crook of his neck and a few seconds later pulled back abruptly. "I've got it," I said and then cleared my throat. "When you pull your ass cheeks apart my dick becomes very hard."
He opened his mouth as if to say something but then he just stared at me, probably wondering if I'd gone nuts on the short trip from the bathroom to our bed. Then finally he cracked up.
I grinned. "Wait. I have another. My pecker's the luckiest fucker 'cos 'lil Sunshine's ass opens to no other."
Maybe I was more tweaked than I'd previously thought and should watch more closely what came out of my mouth, but I realized I didn't really care as long as Justin was smiling at me like that.
Except that by now he was laughing so hard I wondered whether I should feel insulted.
"Oh my god. Stop it. I can't breathe," he managed to get out between wiping his eyes and laughing his ass off.
"I've always loved to take your breath away," I said but my voice betrayed me because I meant to sound sarcastic, instead it came out quiet and sincere. Fuck.
His face softened and he smiled at me. "You're fucking adorable, you know that?"
I wanted to hide my face against his neck but I didn't. Instead I brushed his damp hair out of his forehead and tucked it behind his ear.
I looked at him; his face open and trusting, his eyes soft and joyful. Sometimes I still think that it was unbelievable that I found this, him, and that such unconditional love could be directed at me.
"Brian?"
It startled me when Justin touched my cheek and I leaned down and kissed him long and hard. When I tried to pull back he held me close with a hand on the back of my neck.
"Tonight," he began and his legs tightened around my waist, "I want you to tell me all the things you love about my ass."
And I thought, what the hell. By now I'd figured out that making Justin happy made me happy.
I kissed him again, sucking his tongue into my mouth, satisfied when he started to moan. I broke away and this time he let me. I started at his neck, licking and biting at the soft skin there while he tilted his head back for better access. I nipped at his collarbone and then moved down to one of his nipples. I flicked it with my tongue a few times then closed my mouth around it and sucked hard and deep. He waved his fingers through my hair, pressing my face closer to his chest and I heard him murmur my name over and over again. He gasped when I grazed his nipple with my teeth; I loved how sensitive his nipples were.
After I made sure his other nipple had become just as red and swollen, I started to kiss down the center of his chest, and over his stomach. As I neared his groin his breath quickened and I could feel his stomach muscles quiver under my lips. I dipped my tongue into his navel but when his pubic hair brushed against my chin I pulled back.
I looked down at his cock which had started to change from its usual pink color to a deeper shade of red. Even though tonight it was his ass I wanted I couldn't help it but take the head into my mouth. I sucked it only for just a few seconds, and he whimpered when I let it fall from my lips. I kissed his hipbone.
"Roll over," I whispered against his skin and my voice sounded strange to my ears.
I pushed a pillow under Justin before he settled down onto his stomach and turned his head to the side and rested it on his folded arms. I knelt above him and kissed the back of his neck, between his shoulder blades and then slowly dragged my tongue down over his back, following the curve of his spine.
When I reached the small of his back I lay down on my side beside him. I leaned up on one elbow and for a few seconds I didn't touch him, just let my eyes roam his body. When I finally placed an almost tentative hand on the top of his ass he jumped a little. I could feel the anticipation rolling off him in waves and suddenly an overwhelming desire to please him washed over my body. Words gathered on my tongue and tonight I didn't want to swallow them. I opened my mouth and said the first thing that came into my mind,
"I love it that no matter how much junk food you eat your ass still looks 17."
"Just my ass?" he asked cheekily. "Well, I'm aging well." He sounded proud of it.
"Sunshine, sometimes I'm not sure if you're aging at all," I said in mock concern and then pinched his ass.
He yelped and wriggled away a little. "It's my genes, asshole," he said and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Go on, please."
Such a polite boy. Justin loved compliments, especially coming from me, although I didn't say them often because he knew I found him hot. But tonight we were playing a game we both got off on.
"I love it that the skin on your ass is so soft," as I spoke I smoothed my palm over one ass cheek and then back up over the other.
"I love to rim you in the morning before I shave. Love to drag my face over your skin."
By now I was whispering. I leaned down and nuzzled his ass and he shivered when my five o'clock shadow made contact with his skin.
"So sensitive," I murmured and then placed a wet kiss on his ass.
"Brian," he moaned my name and just like always my cock reacted to that sound. For a second I almost shoved his legs apart and fucked the shit out of him but I knew that was not what he wanted. At least not yet.
I placed a finger on the top of his crack and then slowly trailed it down between his ass cheeks. His asshole twitched when my fingertip passed it.
I chuckled. "I love it that your ass is always hungry for my cock." I circled his hole and he pushed his ass higher a little. "Let me see," I said softly.
Without a word, Justin reached back with his hands and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his pink hole. I had always admired him for being able to bare himself, body or soul, so freely and shamelessly in front of me. It used to anger me as well because I didn't want him to hand himself over on a silver platter to me. But I'd taken all he'd had to offer, anyway.
I pressed my palm against his inner thigh and understanding, he spread his legs. I climbed between them and lay prone on the bed. I batted his hands away, replacing them with my own and pulled him wider apart. Then I leaned down and breathed him in and my mouth watered from his scent; clean and musky and Justin.
"I love the way you smell."
He spread his legs further; a clear invitation. I leaned in and nuzzled his balls, then ran my tongue up over his perineum, towards his hole. When I reached his tight pucker, I dipped my tongue inside for a moment then trailed it back down again to his balls. I took one into my mouth and coated it with my spit, then repeated the same thing with the other before releasing it with a soft pop.
I flattened my tongue behind his balls and slowly dragged it up again to his hole. I circled it with just the tip of my tongue until he started to writhe under me and then I thrust it inside.
He sucked in a breath and pushed his ass back into my face. I gripped his hips harder to hold him still and then I started to eat his ass.
I tasted his arousal and I pushed my tongue as far up his ass as it could go and it took me a while to realize that I was making a sound in my throat I didn't even plan to.
I loved to rim Justin's ass and not just because he had the most perfect bottom I'd ever come across, but also because I'd never met a guy who enjoyed having his ass played with as much as Justin did. It was a pleasure to rim him on several accounts. The smell and the taste of him was intoxicating and the little noises he was constantly making made my dick so hard that I could come from just rimming him. As a matter of fact, a few times, I did.
I also loved how bossy he got while I feasted on his ass. He would curse me like a sailor and often threatened to kill me before I finally took mercy at him and fucked the shit out of him.
After a while I stopped tongue fucking him and started brushing the tip of my tongue across his hole. Every time I dipped my tongue into his tight pucker, he clenched his ass down hard around it, as if trying to hold it inside. But I quickly withdrew and then continued with my assault. I knew that this was driving him crazy and when he started to hump the pillow underneath him, I had to tighten my hold on his hips to have him where I wanted him to be.
Once more I flattened my tongue behind his balls and slowly dragged it up to his hole then gently kissed his swollen pucker.
"You taste lovely tonight, Sunshine," I said and he whimpered when I nuzzled my cheek against the soft skin of his ass.
"Please," Justin said in a raspy voice.
"You want me to stop?" I asked although I already knew the answer.
"Yes! No!" He was getting frustrated.
I chuckled. "Make up your mind."
"Brian, please fuck me." He shoved his ass into my face. "Fuck me."
The skin around his hole looked a little red and shiny with saliva and I couldn't help it but lean down to nibble on the tender skin there.
Justin made a vulnerable sound and my cock jerked against my stomach. I pulled back abruptly and looked up at him. His face was still buried in his arms.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you alright."
He started to get up on his knees but at my next words he flopped down back on the bed.
"You know what else I like about your ass?"
"Please, Brian. I want you." His voice was gonna be the death of me.
"I love it that it's so white it practically glows in the dark."
"Shut up, asshole. It does not."
I grinned. Sometimes Justin was a little touchy about his pale complexion.
"The only thing I love more," I gave his cheeks a healthy squeeze as I continued," is when it's bright red."
"Oh, God," he moaned. We'd done it enough times by now that he knew what was coming.
"Tell me."
"Please, Brian," he pleaded. "Do it."
"On your hands and knees, Justin."
He moved into the familiar position and I got up from behind him and knelt by his side, my thighs under his stomach. I put one hand on the small of his back and the other on the back of his neck. He lowered his upper body, leaning on his elbows, his ass in the air.
"Fifteen on each cheek should be enough," I said. "Ready?"
"Mmphf."
I smiled and gently patted his ass. He was usually incoherent by now.
I rubbed his ass a little to warm his skin up before I started. I delivered the first five blows on his right ass cheek in a quick succession. He sucked in a breath and bucked a little.
"Be still," I ordered.
He braced himself more firmly against my thighs and I spanked his right ass cheek five more times. All the while I rested my right hand on the small of his back. I knew that he needed me to touch some part of his body while we were doing this, but it was just as important to me to stay connected to him.
We didn't do this often but every once in a while one of us would get in the mood and then there was no stopping. Sometimes I spanked him more than once a night.
After ten blows I stopped and admired my handiwork. One ass cheek lily white, the other a lovely shade of pink. It was so, "Beautiful," I whispered.
He'd turned his face towards me before we started; it was one of the rules because I needed to see his reactions. I looked at him and saw him smile a little.
"I love you, Brian."
I smiled back at him then turned my attention back to his ass. I delivered ten blows on his other cheek and when his whole ass was red I stopped.
I palmed his cheeks, enjoying the warmth radiating off his skin. I could barely wait to fuck him. I looked at his face again and noticed that his cheek was a little damp. I reached over and brushed away a tear from the corner of his eye. He grasped my hand and didn't let go until we were finished.
I spanked one of his ass cheeks five times and he thrust back every time my palm landed on his skin. I stopped for a moment to reach under him, grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times. He was as hard as I felt.
He moaned and thrust into my hand. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me."
Finally I spanked his other cheek five times. The only sound in the room were his harsh breathing and my palm connecting with his skin.
When I was done I knelt behind him on the bed and grabbed my cock. I was impossibly hard by now and I knew it wouldn't take long. I moved closer to him and lined my cock along his crack and rubbed it back and forth. I shuddered, his hot skin making every nerve in my body stand on end.
Justin wriggled under me as if to encourage me to stop playing and slip my cock inside him. That seemed like a very good idea to me but first I wanted to do something else. I pulled back, took my cock in my hand and started jerking off on his ass. Tonight I wanted to use only natural kind of lubricant.
When Justin realized what I was doing behind him, he twisted his head around and looked at my rapidly moving hand.
"Don't! I want you to fuck me."
"Not... yet," I gritted out. I was getting closer.
"Brian, please. Put it inside me."
I groaned. "I want you to come, Justin. Come for me."
He reluctantly turned back around, like it was such a hardship to jerk off, and reached under himself. It didn't take long before we both came hard; Justin onto his hand and me all over his burning ass. While I tried to catch my breath, I watched as he reached behind and brought his come covered fingers to his hole. He pushed one, then a second finger inside and started fucking his ass with them.
Spanking Justin turned me on so much that afterwards I usually came more than once. So I wasn't surprised when I felt my half hard cock in my hand starting to fill again. With my free hand I gathered my come off Justin's ass.
"Let me," I said softly.
He pulled his fingers out of his ass and I quickly replaced them with mine. I coated his hole with our comes but when he started to fuck himself on my fingers, I let go of my cock to still his hips.
I withdrew my fingers from his ass and touched the head of my cock to his hole, while Justin pushed his legs wider apart and braced himself on the bed.
Ever so slowly I pushed inside him until just the head was in and then I had to stop for a moment. No matter how many times we'd done it since we'd decided to become monogamous, fucking Justin raw I didn't think was a thing I'd ever get used to.
The walls of Justin's ass massaged the head of my cock and it was nearly enough to make me come. I gripped his hips with both hands and pushed all the way inside him with one long, smooth thrust. As the heat of his ass enveloped me, I stilled again for a moment; it felt like home. I loved fucking him raw; everything was warmer, wetter and I could feel every little fold and wrinkle inside him.
Apparently Justin had other plans because he squeezed his ass hard around my dick. "Move, goddamit."
I chuckled. "You got it."
At first I sat a slow pace which quickly became more intense as the familiar need overtook our bodies whenever we touched each other. My balls slapped against Justin's ass and I looked down to watch my bare cock as it disappeared inside his body over and over again.
He moaned loudly when I hit his prostate and I started to angle my hips to massage it from every side. I fell forward and covered Justin's back with my chest. We moved together almost frantically as our orgasms neared their ends. I gently bit the skin where his neck met his shoulder and felt him jerk under me once and then he came hard, his ass clenching down almost painfully around my cock, and I came, too, with a low groan.
We fell in a heap down on the bed, me half on top of Justin, careful not to crush him. I gently pulled out of him and lay beside him as he nestled closer to me. We were both sticky with sweat and come but neither of us cared. I reached down behind Justin and gingerly touched his hole with my fingers. I felt my come leaking out of his ass and I swirled it around his hole before I brought my hand back to my face.
Justin watched me with dark eyes as I stuck my tongue out and started to lick my fingers clean and then he leaned forward and started to do the same. Our tongues brushed against each other and when wasn't any come left on my hand we started kissing, mouth opening wider, tongues going deeper as if we couldn't get close enough.
After a while it became just soft pecks as our bodies became heavier with exhaustion. I sat up to pull the duvet over us and spooned against Justin. I put my arm around him and pulled him closer.
"Are you convinced now that I'm the biggest fan of your ass?" I asked while I nuzzled his hair.
"Mmm, very."
I pulled back. "You just wanted your bottom to be spanked."
He laughed quietly. "You know me so well."
I kissed the back of his neck. "Go to sleep."
The next morning I woke up to Justin's fingers in my hair. Without opening my eyes I grunted in appreciation and wriggled my toes under the covers.
While Justin had been in New York, I'd hated Saturdays. Although hate was probably a strong word; they just weren't any different than the weekdays. I got up just as early, had breakfast at the diner, stayed late at work then met up with the boys at Woody's and sometimes went to Babylon and fucked a nameless trick. Everyone thought I returned to my old, Justin-less life, but the truth was, it was only self-protection. I knew that if I didn't want to go crazy I had to occupy myself with something all the time, but of course no matter what I did, Justin was always in the back of my mind. The nights were the worst because only then I allowed myself the luxury to miss him. Luckily, that was also the time when we talked on the phone.
And how pathetic is that, that the tremble of his voice had made me harder than any trick's talented tongue on my cock could and that my phone sex orgasms left me more satisfied than a hard fuck in the backroom of Babylon? No wonder I had been ready to be monogamous after he came back.
Justin continued to lazily comb his fingers through my hair and I was on the verge of falling back asleep when he spoke softly in my ear,
"Did you know that you have grey hairs here?" he asked as he gently tugged on the hair at my temple.
I froze, suddenly wide awake. Then I threw back the covers and went into the bathroom, although I might have been walking a little faster than usual, I didn't care.
I stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing the area where I felt Justin's fingers playing with my hair but I couldn't see anything. While I was at it I looked for wrinkles too, but other than the few in the corner of my eyes I'd already noticed, there wasn't anything new.
I walked back to the bedroom, his punishment for nearly giving me a heart attack outlining in my head. I expected an innocent looking Justin, but he looked anything but. In fact, he looked disgustingly pleased with himself.
"Payback's a bitch," he said quietly. And then smiled.
I felt my eyes widen. "You little shit," I growled low in my throat. I was annoyed, relieved and horny all at once. I settled on the last.
Grinning, Justin pushed down the covers around mid thigh and cupped his morning hard on with one hand. "Not so little I hope," he said huskily.
"You're gonna have to pay for that." I wanted to stay angry at him but my dick had other plans.
"I was counting on it," he practically purred and now my dick was definitely awake.
My eyes roamed his smooth chest and flat tummy as I walked closer to the bed and my last thought before I jumped on top of a squealing Justin was that I loved Saturday mornings.
~the end~
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post-513
Summary: "Tonight," he began and his legs tightened around my waist, "I want you to tell me all the things you love about my ass."
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: spanking, unprotected sex
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to Cowlip.
Beta: A big thank you to
vlredreign for being such a wonderful beta.
A/N: Written for the Justin Challenge at
qaf_challenges.
Feedback: Please let me know what you think.
After Justin left for New York I honestly thought I lost him for good. Of course, I didn't tell him this, otherwise he would have been on the first plane back to Pittsburgh, fucking some sense into me. And I couldn't have that. He needed to concentrate on his art.
So I didn't shut him out of my life as he probably feared I would. We talked on the phone almost every day. At least once a month I went to visit him, and, when he could afford it (the little shit wouldn't take my money), he came back for the weekend, sometimes for a little longer.
We both made an effort to make this long distance shit work and it was just like he'd told me, we saw each other all the time.
Still, I couldn't help the uneasy feeling that was growing in the pit of my stomach as time went on that it was only a matter of time before he met someone else. Not that I doubted his love, I just liked to be realistic.
Justin was still young and he was also hot, smart and talented. And I was miles away and sometimes I still had problems saying the things he wanted to hear. I knew he didn't go to New York to find the new love of his life but I also knew how lonely it could get in a strange city. I wouldn't even have blamed him if he'd gotten involved with a nice, easy guy but he seemed content with just the occasional tricking. I would have known if there were someone else. But I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Many times I almost sold the house. I only saw it now as the symbol of my wishful thinking that someday Justin might decide to leave the art world behind and come back to me. I kept toying with the idea that it would be best to get rid of it once and for all, but at the last minute I always changed my mind.
Then one night while we were having phone sex and talking about our secret fantasies, Justin told me that his was to fuck my ass in every room of the house on every available surface. After that, I never thought about selling it.
As it turned out, it was good thinking because two years later when Justin moved back to Pittsburgh, we both decided we wanted to live there.
It wasn't easy at first. We had to get used to the new place, our first home together, and it was strange living with each other again. We quickly overcame any awkwardness with a lot of fucking and kissing, and in the meantime we realized that the house was even good for our sex life. Finally, we weren't constantly interrupted by our little makeshift family because they couldn't drop by as often as they'd done at the loft.
Speaking of, I still kept the loft. I'd told myself the reason behind this was only practical. I still owned Babylon and even though we spent less and less time there I still had to make an appearance now and then as the boss. And there were times when we both felt like going out dancing, and around the time we were ready to leave it was usually too late or we were both too fucked up to drive and it was just convenient to have a place we could go to.
But, deep down inside, I knew that this wasn't the real reason. I had told Justin once that the loft was just four walls and a floor and I meant it, and thought that Justin was being a romantic little twat for saying it was more than that.
Even though the house had more rooms to fuck in and we made good use of each and every one of them, doing it in that bed at the loft felt somehow different. It was not only the place where Justin had lost his virginity, but the place I had learned to make love. And, call me a lesbian, but I'd come so far that now I could admit, at least to myself, that those things meant something to me.
Tonight was one of those times when we decided to spend the night at the loft. We met up there after work, fucked in the shower, showered and then changed into club clothes. Although the dressing part seemed to take forever because I couldn't keep my hands off Justin while he was digging in the closet, clad only in a pair of skin tight jeans. But eventually we managed to get going.
Babylon was packed, full of hot and fuckable men but I didn't spare them a single glance because I had the hottest guy with me.
I didn't see any of the boys over the bar. We still got together at least twice a month but it wasn't like old times. It looked like tonight it was just the two of us.
Justin pulled me out on the dance floor and we danced for a couple of songs; well, he did, I just swayed to the music and enjoyed it as he rubbed up against me. For me, dancing was never about the fancy moves, anyway. My hands were on his hips and he kept running his over my bare chest and my shoulders. He'd unbuttoned my shirt earlier and glitter stuck to my skin in various places. Our crotches were firmly pressed together and we were both hard.
We looked hot together and I noticed a few guys sizing us up as we moved to the beat. One of them, a short but muscular brunet, was openly staring at Justin's ass and licking his lips. I put my hand on Justin's waist and pulled him closer.
Justin seemed oblivious to our little admirers, completely Iost in the music. I couldn't take my eyes off him as the lights of Babylon reflected off his pale skin and blond hair, making them turn from blue to pink and many colors in between. He could still make me hard in a heartbeat any day.
He threw his head back when the music changed to one of his favorites and I noticed a drop of sweat sliding down his throat. Before it could disappear under his collar I quickly leaned down and licked it off his skin. Then I moved to his ear and whispered directly in it in a voice I knew left him weak in the knees.
"I want to fuck you."
It had the desired effect because he moaned and started rubbing our cocks together in a dangerous way. Before we both came into our pants I took his hand and dragged him off the dance floor. We didn't fuck in the backroom since we'd been doing it raw. Not that public sex would have lost its appeal, because we still did it in the VIP lounge or even in my office, but tonight I wanted a private show.
We made it back to the loft in record time and we fucked hard and fast in the shower and he came without me touching his cock. After that I pulled him under the shower head and he pressed up against me and buried his face in my chest. It was a bit difficult to wash him in this position but I ran the soap over his back, down his arms and under his armpits and I even managed to squeeze the soap between us and clean his chest.
He protested a little when I let go of him. I knelt before him and washed his legs and then I took his cock in my hands and washed it thoroughly. It didn't take long before he was hard again and I slowly jerked him off and his come landed on my neck and my chest but the water quickly washed it away. When his breathing returned to normal I turned him around and washed his ass and the back of his legs.
Then I stood up and poured a dollop of shampoo in my palm and massaged it into his scalp. He tilted his head back onto my shoulder and sighed contently. I rinsed his hair and then turned him around and kissed him and he smiled at me sleepily.
We traded places under the shower head and he took the soap and started to wash my body with careful concentration, his hands lingering a little longer in certain places.
I shut down the water when it started to turn cold and Justin got out of the shower first. He grabbed a big fluffy towel and started drying himself. I followed suit and while he had his back to me I watched him out of the corner of my eye. I admired his strong thighs, the swell of his beautiful ass, the rippling muscles under pale skin in his back and arms.
He was still thin and I could easily pin him to the bed if I wanted to but his body had gotten more toned over the years, especially since he had been doing laps every other morning in our pool. Not that he needed the workout and if you think about it, it was a miracle in itself. Considering how much shit Justin ate he should have looked like a pig, but the kid had the most fucked up metabolism I had ever seen, because he didn't.
Sometimes I hated him for it because while he could order the greasiest food at the diner without a second thought I always had to watch what I ate. But I figured the universe wasn't going to be always this kind to him and someday he would have to pay for the amount of French fries he consumed. But the strangest thing was that the idea of him being a little thick around the waist didn't bother me in the least. He would still be the same Justin to me, although it might be a little more difficult to haul his heavy ass into bed if I wanted to fuck him. But I figured we could always fuck on the floor instead.
As I watched him toweling his ass, suddenly I remembered something and although I knew he didn't like it, I couldn't resist a little teasing.
"I hate to break it to you, Sunshine, but you have a pimple on your ass."
As much as I loved to fuck him, I enjoyed it just as much to fuck with his head. Justin, however, was not as easy as he had been; by now he knew almost all of my tricks. But I wasn't listed as one of the most successful businessmen on the East coast for no reason. Hell, I made a living from convincing people of things that might not be entirely true. So sometimes I could still catch him off guard.
But not this time.
He didn't even turn around when he answered.
"Very funny, Brian. Just because you fooled me once doesn't mean that you can do it again."
I glared at him, although it lost its affect because he couldn't see it. Smug little fucker. But I wasn't the one who gave up easily.
"I wasn't joking."
That got Justin's attention. He whirled his head around so fast that for a second I expected to hear something crack. I watched with great amusement as, torso twisted in a funny angle, neck straining, he tried to look over his shoulder to examine his, needless to say, flawless ass.
"Where? Where is it?" he asked curiously and I could hear a little panic in his voice.
I almost felt guilty.
When I said nothing he looked up and caught my grin before I had time to wipe it off my face. Busted.
I watched his eyes widen and then slowly narrow at me. "You fucker," he said but he was smiling. He playfully slapped my stomach with his towel but before he could move away I grabbed it and yanked him to me.
It brought our bodies flush together and he gasped in surprise. His skin was warm and he smelled fucking amazing, and even though I'd had an orgasm not too long ago, I felt my cock stir against his belly. I let our towels fall to the floor, then I put my arms around his waist and pulled him closer. I leaned down to kiss him, and at the same time, he stood on his toes and we met halfway. I ran my tongue over first his upper lip then over the fullness of his bottom lip and when he opened his mouth I pushed my tongue inside. My hands wandered lower and I started to massage the globes of his ass. I felt his cock twitch against my leg when I sucked his tongue into my mouth and he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back gently. I rested my forehead against his.
"You gotta stop insulting my ass, you know, " he said softly and bumped his nose against mine.
I pulled back and looked down at him like he lost his mind. "Have we met before? I'm the president of the fanclub of your ass." Hell, I owned that ass.
He tilted his head to the side, his eyes challenging. "Prove it."
I huffed. "I think I prove it to you every day, considering how many times I've fucked you since we met." I started to walk him backwards toward the bed. Actions speak louder than words, wasn't that what I always said? Maybe a little demonstration was just what he needed.
"Hmm. That's true. But I want verbal appreciation."
I chuckled. "Verbal, huh? What, you want me to sing you a song? Or better yet, speak in rhymes?"
When we reached the bed I pushed him down onto his back until he was lying on the center, his head resting on the pillows. I crawled on top of him and leaned up on my elbows. His legs loosely circled my waist. He didn't say anything just looked at me expectantly and I realized he was serious.
I sighed. "Lemme think." I buried my face in the crook of his neck and a few seconds later pulled back abruptly. "I've got it," I said and then cleared my throat. "When you pull your ass cheeks apart my dick becomes very hard."
He opened his mouth as if to say something but then he just stared at me, probably wondering if I'd gone nuts on the short trip from the bathroom to our bed. Then finally he cracked up.
I grinned. "Wait. I have another. My pecker's the luckiest fucker 'cos 'lil Sunshine's ass opens to no other."
Maybe I was more tweaked than I'd previously thought and should watch more closely what came out of my mouth, but I realized I didn't really care as long as Justin was smiling at me like that.
Except that by now he was laughing so hard I wondered whether I should feel insulted.
"Oh my god. Stop it. I can't breathe," he managed to get out between wiping his eyes and laughing his ass off.
"I've always loved to take your breath away," I said but my voice betrayed me because I meant to sound sarcastic, instead it came out quiet and sincere. Fuck.
His face softened and he smiled at me. "You're fucking adorable, you know that?"
I wanted to hide my face against his neck but I didn't. Instead I brushed his damp hair out of his forehead and tucked it behind his ear.
I looked at him; his face open and trusting, his eyes soft and joyful. Sometimes I still think that it was unbelievable that I found this, him, and that such unconditional love could be directed at me.
"Brian?"
It startled me when Justin touched my cheek and I leaned down and kissed him long and hard. When I tried to pull back he held me close with a hand on the back of my neck.
"Tonight," he began and his legs tightened around my waist, "I want you to tell me all the things you love about my ass."
And I thought, what the hell. By now I'd figured out that making Justin happy made me happy.
I kissed him again, sucking his tongue into my mouth, satisfied when he started to moan. I broke away and this time he let me. I started at his neck, licking and biting at the soft skin there while he tilted his head back for better access. I nipped at his collarbone and then moved down to one of his nipples. I flicked it with my tongue a few times then closed my mouth around it and sucked hard and deep. He waved his fingers through my hair, pressing my face closer to his chest and I heard him murmur my name over and over again. He gasped when I grazed his nipple with my teeth; I loved how sensitive his nipples were.
After I made sure his other nipple had become just as red and swollen, I started to kiss down the center of his chest, and over his stomach. As I neared his groin his breath quickened and I could feel his stomach muscles quiver under my lips. I dipped my tongue into his navel but when his pubic hair brushed against my chin I pulled back.
I looked down at his cock which had started to change from its usual pink color to a deeper shade of red. Even though tonight it was his ass I wanted I couldn't help it but take the head into my mouth. I sucked it only for just a few seconds, and he whimpered when I let it fall from my lips. I kissed his hipbone.
"Roll over," I whispered against his skin and my voice sounded strange to my ears.
I pushed a pillow under Justin before he settled down onto his stomach and turned his head to the side and rested it on his folded arms. I knelt above him and kissed the back of his neck, between his shoulder blades and then slowly dragged my tongue down over his back, following the curve of his spine.
When I reached the small of his back I lay down on my side beside him. I leaned up on one elbow and for a few seconds I didn't touch him, just let my eyes roam his body. When I finally placed an almost tentative hand on the top of his ass he jumped a little. I could feel the anticipation rolling off him in waves and suddenly an overwhelming desire to please him washed over my body. Words gathered on my tongue and tonight I didn't want to swallow them. I opened my mouth and said the first thing that came into my mind,
"I love it that no matter how much junk food you eat your ass still looks 17."
"Just my ass?" he asked cheekily. "Well, I'm aging well." He sounded proud of it.
"Sunshine, sometimes I'm not sure if you're aging at all," I said in mock concern and then pinched his ass.
He yelped and wriggled away a little. "It's my genes, asshole," he said and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Go on, please."
Such a polite boy. Justin loved compliments, especially coming from me, although I didn't say them often because he knew I found him hot. But tonight we were playing a game we both got off on.
"I love it that the skin on your ass is so soft," as I spoke I smoothed my palm over one ass cheek and then back up over the other.
"I love to rim you in the morning before I shave. Love to drag my face over your skin."
By now I was whispering. I leaned down and nuzzled his ass and he shivered when my five o'clock shadow made contact with his skin.
"So sensitive," I murmured and then placed a wet kiss on his ass.
"Brian," he moaned my name and just like always my cock reacted to that sound. For a second I almost shoved his legs apart and fucked the shit out of him but I knew that was not what he wanted. At least not yet.
I placed a finger on the top of his crack and then slowly trailed it down between his ass cheeks. His asshole twitched when my fingertip passed it.
I chuckled. "I love it that your ass is always hungry for my cock." I circled his hole and he pushed his ass higher a little. "Let me see," I said softly.
Without a word, Justin reached back with his hands and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his pink hole. I had always admired him for being able to bare himself, body or soul, so freely and shamelessly in front of me. It used to anger me as well because I didn't want him to hand himself over on a silver platter to me. But I'd taken all he'd had to offer, anyway.
I pressed my palm against his inner thigh and understanding, he spread his legs. I climbed between them and lay prone on the bed. I batted his hands away, replacing them with my own and pulled him wider apart. Then I leaned down and breathed him in and my mouth watered from his scent; clean and musky and Justin.
"I love the way you smell."
He spread his legs further; a clear invitation. I leaned in and nuzzled his balls, then ran my tongue up over his perineum, towards his hole. When I reached his tight pucker, I dipped my tongue inside for a moment then trailed it back down again to his balls. I took one into my mouth and coated it with my spit, then repeated the same thing with the other before releasing it with a soft pop.
I flattened my tongue behind his balls and slowly dragged it up again to his hole. I circled it with just the tip of my tongue until he started to writhe under me and then I thrust it inside.
He sucked in a breath and pushed his ass back into my face. I gripped his hips harder to hold him still and then I started to eat his ass.
I tasted his arousal and I pushed my tongue as far up his ass as it could go and it took me a while to realize that I was making a sound in my throat I didn't even plan to.
I loved to rim Justin's ass and not just because he had the most perfect bottom I'd ever come across, but also because I'd never met a guy who enjoyed having his ass played with as much as Justin did. It was a pleasure to rim him on several accounts. The smell and the taste of him was intoxicating and the little noises he was constantly making made my dick so hard that I could come from just rimming him. As a matter of fact, a few times, I did.
I also loved how bossy he got while I feasted on his ass. He would curse me like a sailor and often threatened to kill me before I finally took mercy at him and fucked the shit out of him.
After a while I stopped tongue fucking him and started brushing the tip of my tongue across his hole. Every time I dipped my tongue into his tight pucker, he clenched his ass down hard around it, as if trying to hold it inside. But I quickly withdrew and then continued with my assault. I knew that this was driving him crazy and when he started to hump the pillow underneath him, I had to tighten my hold on his hips to have him where I wanted him to be.
Once more I flattened my tongue behind his balls and slowly dragged it up to his hole then gently kissed his swollen pucker.
"You taste lovely tonight, Sunshine," I said and he whimpered when I nuzzled my cheek against the soft skin of his ass.
"Please," Justin said in a raspy voice.
"You want me to stop?" I asked although I already knew the answer.
"Yes! No!" He was getting frustrated.
I chuckled. "Make up your mind."
"Brian, please fuck me." He shoved his ass into my face. "Fuck me."
The skin around his hole looked a little red and shiny with saliva and I couldn't help it but lean down to nibble on the tender skin there.
Justin made a vulnerable sound and my cock jerked against my stomach. I pulled back abruptly and looked up at him. His face was still buried in his arms.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you alright."
He started to get up on his knees but at my next words he flopped down back on the bed.
"You know what else I like about your ass?"
"Please, Brian. I want you." His voice was gonna be the death of me.
"I love it that it's so white it practically glows in the dark."
"Shut up, asshole. It does not."
I grinned. Sometimes Justin was a little touchy about his pale complexion.
"The only thing I love more," I gave his cheeks a healthy squeeze as I continued," is when it's bright red."
"Oh, God," he moaned. We'd done it enough times by now that he knew what was coming.
"Tell me."
"Please, Brian," he pleaded. "Do it."
"On your hands and knees, Justin."
He moved into the familiar position and I got up from behind him and knelt by his side, my thighs under his stomach. I put one hand on the small of his back and the other on the back of his neck. He lowered his upper body, leaning on his elbows, his ass in the air.
"Fifteen on each cheek should be enough," I said. "Ready?"
"Mmphf."
I smiled and gently patted his ass. He was usually incoherent by now.
I rubbed his ass a little to warm his skin up before I started. I delivered the first five blows on his right ass cheek in a quick succession. He sucked in a breath and bucked a little.
"Be still," I ordered.
He braced himself more firmly against my thighs and I spanked his right ass cheek five more times. All the while I rested my right hand on the small of his back. I knew that he needed me to touch some part of his body while we were doing this, but it was just as important to me to stay connected to him.
We didn't do this often but every once in a while one of us would get in the mood and then there was no stopping. Sometimes I spanked him more than once a night.
After ten blows I stopped and admired my handiwork. One ass cheek lily white, the other a lovely shade of pink. It was so, "Beautiful," I whispered.
He'd turned his face towards me before we started; it was one of the rules because I needed to see his reactions. I looked at him and saw him smile a little.
"I love you, Brian."
I smiled back at him then turned my attention back to his ass. I delivered ten blows on his other cheek and when his whole ass was red I stopped.
I palmed his cheeks, enjoying the warmth radiating off his skin. I could barely wait to fuck him. I looked at his face again and noticed that his cheek was a little damp. I reached over and brushed away a tear from the corner of his eye. He grasped my hand and didn't let go until we were finished.
I spanked one of his ass cheeks five times and he thrust back every time my palm landed on his skin. I stopped for a moment to reach under him, grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times. He was as hard as I felt.
He moaned and thrust into my hand. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me."
Finally I spanked his other cheek five times. The only sound in the room were his harsh breathing and my palm connecting with his skin.
When I was done I knelt behind him on the bed and grabbed my cock. I was impossibly hard by now and I knew it wouldn't take long. I moved closer to him and lined my cock along his crack and rubbed it back and forth. I shuddered, his hot skin making every nerve in my body stand on end.
Justin wriggled under me as if to encourage me to stop playing and slip my cock inside him. That seemed like a very good idea to me but first I wanted to do something else. I pulled back, took my cock in my hand and started jerking off on his ass. Tonight I wanted to use only natural kind of lubricant.
When Justin realized what I was doing behind him, he twisted his head around and looked at my rapidly moving hand.
"Don't! I want you to fuck me."
"Not... yet," I gritted out. I was getting closer.
"Brian, please. Put it inside me."
I groaned. "I want you to come, Justin. Come for me."
He reluctantly turned back around, like it was such a hardship to jerk off, and reached under himself. It didn't take long before we both came hard; Justin onto his hand and me all over his burning ass. While I tried to catch my breath, I watched as he reached behind and brought his come covered fingers to his hole. He pushed one, then a second finger inside and started fucking his ass with them.
Spanking Justin turned me on so much that afterwards I usually came more than once. So I wasn't surprised when I felt my half hard cock in my hand starting to fill again. With my free hand I gathered my come off Justin's ass.
"Let me," I said softly.
He pulled his fingers out of his ass and I quickly replaced them with mine. I coated his hole with our comes but when he started to fuck himself on my fingers, I let go of my cock to still his hips.
I withdrew my fingers from his ass and touched the head of my cock to his hole, while Justin pushed his legs wider apart and braced himself on the bed.
Ever so slowly I pushed inside him until just the head was in and then I had to stop for a moment. No matter how many times we'd done it since we'd decided to become monogamous, fucking Justin raw I didn't think was a thing I'd ever get used to.
The walls of Justin's ass massaged the head of my cock and it was nearly enough to make me come. I gripped his hips with both hands and pushed all the way inside him with one long, smooth thrust. As the heat of his ass enveloped me, I stilled again for a moment; it felt like home. I loved fucking him raw; everything was warmer, wetter and I could feel every little fold and wrinkle inside him.
Apparently Justin had other plans because he squeezed his ass hard around my dick. "Move, goddamit."
I chuckled. "You got it."
At first I sat a slow pace which quickly became more intense as the familiar need overtook our bodies whenever we touched each other. My balls slapped against Justin's ass and I looked down to watch my bare cock as it disappeared inside his body over and over again.
He moaned loudly when I hit his prostate and I started to angle my hips to massage it from every side. I fell forward and covered Justin's back with my chest. We moved together almost frantically as our orgasms neared their ends. I gently bit the skin where his neck met his shoulder and felt him jerk under me once and then he came hard, his ass clenching down almost painfully around my cock, and I came, too, with a low groan.
We fell in a heap down on the bed, me half on top of Justin, careful not to crush him. I gently pulled out of him and lay beside him as he nestled closer to me. We were both sticky with sweat and come but neither of us cared. I reached down behind Justin and gingerly touched his hole with my fingers. I felt my come leaking out of his ass and I swirled it around his hole before I brought my hand back to my face.
Justin watched me with dark eyes as I stuck my tongue out and started to lick my fingers clean and then he leaned forward and started to do the same. Our tongues brushed against each other and when wasn't any come left on my hand we started kissing, mouth opening wider, tongues going deeper as if we couldn't get close enough.
After a while it became just soft pecks as our bodies became heavier with exhaustion. I sat up to pull the duvet over us and spooned against Justin. I put my arm around him and pulled him closer.
"Are you convinced now that I'm the biggest fan of your ass?" I asked while I nuzzled his hair.
"Mmm, very."
I pulled back. "You just wanted your bottom to be spanked."
He laughed quietly. "You know me so well."
I kissed the back of his neck. "Go to sleep."
The next morning I woke up to Justin's fingers in my hair. Without opening my eyes I grunted in appreciation and wriggled my toes under the covers.
While Justin had been in New York, I'd hated Saturdays. Although hate was probably a strong word; they just weren't any different than the weekdays. I got up just as early, had breakfast at the diner, stayed late at work then met up with the boys at Woody's and sometimes went to Babylon and fucked a nameless trick. Everyone thought I returned to my old, Justin-less life, but the truth was, it was only self-protection. I knew that if I didn't want to go crazy I had to occupy myself with something all the time, but of course no matter what I did, Justin was always in the back of my mind. The nights were the worst because only then I allowed myself the luxury to miss him. Luckily, that was also the time when we talked on the phone.
And how pathetic is that, that the tremble of his voice had made me harder than any trick's talented tongue on my cock could and that my phone sex orgasms left me more satisfied than a hard fuck in the backroom of Babylon? No wonder I had been ready to be monogamous after he came back.
Justin continued to lazily comb his fingers through my hair and I was on the verge of falling back asleep when he spoke softly in my ear,
"Did you know that you have grey hairs here?" he asked as he gently tugged on the hair at my temple.
I froze, suddenly wide awake. Then I threw back the covers and went into the bathroom, although I might have been walking a little faster than usual, I didn't care.
I stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing the area where I felt Justin's fingers playing with my hair but I couldn't see anything. While I was at it I looked for wrinkles too, but other than the few in the corner of my eyes I'd already noticed, there wasn't anything new.
I walked back to the bedroom, his punishment for nearly giving me a heart attack outlining in my head. I expected an innocent looking Justin, but he looked anything but. In fact, he looked disgustingly pleased with himself.
"Payback's a bitch," he said quietly. And then smiled.
I felt my eyes widen. "You little shit," I growled low in my throat. I was annoyed, relieved and horny all at once. I settled on the last.
Grinning, Justin pushed down the covers around mid thigh and cupped his morning hard on with one hand. "Not so little I hope," he said huskily.
"You're gonna have to pay for that." I wanted to stay angry at him but my dick had other plans.
"I was counting on it," he practically purred and now my dick was definitely awake.
My eyes roamed his smooth chest and flat tummy as I walked closer to the bed and my last thought before I jumped on top of a squealing Justin was that I loved Saturday mornings.
~the end~