Gene Pool-A Sequel to Karma
Title: Gene Pool-Chapter 5
Author:mickiebg
Time Frame: Post 513-AU
Rating: R
Summary: Is it Karma or luck that determines the outcome of our lives?
Warnings: Unsafe sex, real life issues, some angst, a little porn, much B/J love. If you are not 18 or older-go somewhere else!
Disclaimer: I own none of this-Showtime, Cowlip and others do. The original characters are mine.
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Acknowledgements: All banners and icons for Gene Pool have been made by the supremely talented and generous marilla_pm67. Thank you Sam!
Chapter 5
It was four in the afternoon and Lindsay had just finished putting the last piece of artwork up on the wall. She was exhausted and sleepy, and above all else, cranky.
She was tired of dealing with all the symptoms of menopause. The mood swings, the interrupted sleep, the hot flashes. She hated everything about it, especially the constant daily reminder that she was getting old. She was only fifty-four, young, her gynecologist had said; a picture of health. Why take hormones and put yourself at risk? Ride out the symptoms, take herbs, do it naturally, Dr. Morgan had suggested.
Easy for her to say, Lindsay thought, when she was a good fifteen-years away from having to deal with all of this herself. Lindsay had given in and decided to try and deal with all of it by going the herbal route, appeasing her conservative doctor, as well as her own internal misgivings about hormone replacement therapy, however, none of her home remedies seemed to be working. She was a walking time-bomb, flying into rages that Melanie had never seen, being very un-Lindsay like in her shifts from normal to bitch in five minutes.
The worst part of everything was the decrease in her libido. She felt like she was turning into a eunuch, completely uninterested in talking about, thinking about or having sex. The only thing that interested her at this time was food, something she had never really been into before. It was the one thing that seemed to bring her comfort, but her metabolism was changing too and whereas previously, she had always been within her ideal body weight, now she found that she just looked at food and she’d gain a pound; yet one more thing to get cranky about.
Melanie, on the other hand, had chosen to go with the hormones. Her opinion was that she ‘didn’t have time for that shit’, so she took her sex-in-a-bottle, as she called the pills and let her life continue undisturbed. She didn’t understand why Lindsay was putting herself and everyone else through so much misery but she didn’t push. She hoped that eventually she’d change her mind and take the magic pills that would restore her to her old self.
Lindsay looked at her watch and realized she was running early. She wasn’t scheduled to meet up with Melanie until six o’clock, a good two hours away. She made her way into her office, stopping to check any messages that may have accumulated while she was out in the gallery hanging up paintings. There was only one message and she was delighted to hear the special voice of her son, asking if she was busy and could spare a minute.
She picked up her cell and called Gus.
“Mom,” he answered, as soon as he saw her name on called ID.
“Hey, sweetie, what’s going on?” she asked, always pleased when Gus would call her. It seemed that as he got older and had made a life for himself, his calls became more infrequent and if she hadn’t insisted on the weekly Sunday lunches that she and Melanie hosted, she’d have no idea what was going on in his life. One more wonderful quality of Brian’s he had inherited. Privacy was paramount to him.
“Nothing much. I’m going to be in your neighborhood in the next half-hour and I thought I might stop by the gallery.”
“Please do,” she replied, excited by the prospect of seeing Gus. It had been a while since they’d had any one-on-one time.
Every time she thought about Gus and the heartache he’d been through with Ashley, she felt sick to her stomach. Her need to be the peace maker and make all things right had failed completely for her son and try as she might, Ashley would not listen to reason and, after a certain point, neither would Gus. It seemed the marriage was doomed before they even left for Boston except nobody knew it at the time.
Ashley had seemed like the perfect match for Gus while they were in high school but once he left Canada for college in New England, things just started to unravel. Lindsay remembered several memorable fights that had ensued between the two of them and as the years went by and their long distance romance started to fade, they grew apart mentally, even though they insisted that it wasn’t so. Gus had shocked everyone when he announced his engagement. Brian and Justin had spent hours trying to talk him out of it, and so had Lindsay and Melanie in their own way.
For a while, it seemed as if everyone had worried for nothing. Gus and Ashley were happy and all seemed to be going well. Things started to change as soon as Gus graduated and had made the decision to go for a Masters degree at Boston University. Ashley had decided she wanted to buy a home in Boston and start a family. Gus wanted to wait till after he had his Master’s. Things really went to shit when he told Ashley that he was not planning to stay in Boston, but would be making his home in Pittsburgh, where everyone in his family had finally returned to.
That was the end of the marriage, from what she understood. Not the fact that Ashley had cheated on Gus and moved out. It ended the day he told Ashley he wanted to leave Boston and go work for Brian. None of them had any idea what was going through her head. Even Gus had no idea how deeply Ashley resented his decision so he never attempted to convince her of the benefits of moving to the Pitts.
And now, two years later, Gus seemed no closer to any kind of closure in his personal life. He was not dating anyone specific, from what she’d been told; he seemed to be turning into a young Brian, with a revolving door at the loft. Somehow, this was not what she had hoped for him. He had always seemed so grounded and sure of himself. The fact that he was floundering at twenty-six really bothered her. Unfortunately, Gus continued to do things his way, never really allowing anyone to convince him otherwise.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Gus walked through the doors of the Marcus-Peterson Gallery. He was wearing a chocolate brown suit with an ivory colored shirt underneath. His striped brown and pumpkin tie pulled the whole look together and he looked shockingly like a young Brian. Lindsay was instantly transported back in time. He walked up to her and buzzed her on the forehead, saying, “How’s tricks,” all in the same breath.
“No tricks today sweetie. I think everyone in Pittsburgh is on vacation.”
“I guess,” Gus answered. “We’re busier than ever at work though.”
“How’s it going, with Brian being away?”
“It’s fine; we haven’t filed for bankruptcy yet,” he snarked.
“God, you’re sounding more and more like him every day,” she said.
“Thank you,” Gus answered, grinning at his mother. “I take that as a huge compliment.”
“Unbelievable,” she answered with an eye-roll.
“So,” Lindsay asked, “What brings you my way?”
“Nothing much. I was in the neighborhood so I thought I’d come visit.”
“Thanks sweetie! You know I always welcome visits from my favorite son.”
“I’m your only son, Mom.”
“Well, that’s true. But you are my favorite, nonetheless,” she said, smiling fondly at Gus. She continued to stare at him, trying to figure out the reason for the impromptu visit. She knew something was bothering him but he’d never come right out and say it. That wasn’t his style, so she proceeded on with tactics that had been tried and tested on Brian, years ago.
“Have you heard from your Dad and Justin? How are they faring with the twins?”
“I guess they’re okay. Dad emails every day, to get updates from me and Cynthia and Ted. But everything seems to be going well, from what I understand.”
“Well, that’s good,” she said. “I hope it all works out so that they do this more often. I remember how much trouble Justin had trying to get your Dad to go on vacations.”
“I know. Uncle Ted has only told me the same story at least four times,” Gus answered with a lifted brow.
“Have you been going out at all, Gus? All work and no play is never good for anyone,” Lindsay asked, in her sweetest Mommy voice.
“Not really,” Gus answered curtly.
“Oh,” Lindsay said, waiting for Gus to elaborate. When she saw that it was not forthcoming she asked, “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“No, but I’ll take a beer, if you’ve got any?”
“A beer?” Lindsay asked, surprised. Gus had never been a big drinker, at least not when he was around her. “I might have something left over from our last show. Let me go look,” she said, as she made her way over to the refrigerator in the staff room.
She opened the door and saw a few forlorn bottles of Heineken sitting in the back. She pulled one out and walked back into her office and handed it to Gus.
“Here you go, sweetie.”
“Thanks.” He twisted off the cap and took a big gulp. “Mom?” he asked, looking down at the beer bottle in his hand and not at her face.
“Yes?”
“Did you always know you were gay?”
“Excuse me?” Lindsay asked, dumbfounded.
Gus looked up at her face and said, “Did you know you were gay from the very beginning, or did you ever question your sexuality?”
“Gus, where is this coming from?”
“I’m just curious, Mom. That’s all,” Gus said, looking over her head at the clock on the wall, wanting to avoid her all-knowing eyes.
“Well, I did go out with men for a while, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Did you have sex with them?”
“Gus!”
“Oh come on, Mom. I’m twenty-six years old. Surely you don’t think I’m going to be shocked,” he said with an amused look on his face.
“You may not be, but I’m really not comfortable with this whole conversation. Why are you asking me these questions?” Lindsay said, trying to calm down as she felt her cheeks turning bright red with a combination of a hot flash and complete humiliation. She stood up and started pacing, trying to distract her body from imploding.
“So, that must mean you did,” Gus said, watching his mother moving back and forth across the room.
“Well, yes, but Gus, it was before I started seeing your Mama, you must know that.”
“Jesus Christ Mother, I’m not the Pope and I’m certainly not asking you these questions to be judge and jury. I’m just curious.”
“But why? And, all of a sudden?”
“No reason,” Gus said, as he stood up to go. He put the empty beer bottle in the wastebasket near her desk and bent down to kiss her on the cheek. “I’ve got to get going. It was nice talking to you, Mom.”
“Gus, you just got here. Are you okay?” Lindsay asked, reaching for him and holding him back.
“I’m fine Mom. I was watching something on cable the other night, about Nature vs. Nurture and then I started thinking about me and the fact that I was raised by four homosexuals. It’s interesting that I never had any same-sex experiences myself. Don’t you find that odd?”
“No, not really,” she replied. “I’m sure we would have accepted your choices, no matter what they were, fortunately it never was an issue.”
“Fortunately? Why Mom, do you think it would have been difficult to have a gay son?”
“No, of course not!” Lindsay said, turning an even brighter red and back pedaling. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”
“Then, what did you mean?”
“I just meant that the path you chose was an easier one. It’s always difficult to swim against the tide, Gus, not wrong; just difficult. Life is hard enough without the daily challenge of defending your sexuality. We’ve all been there and done that. What you are seeing now is the end result of years of struggle. Don’t think it’s been easy for any one of us.”
“But you all seem very happy with your lives, regardless of what it took to get to this point. Isn’t that what you want for me?”
Lindsay took both his hands in hers and squeezed. She wished that she could kiss his boo-boo and make it all better, unfortunately, those days were long gone. The man standing in front of her was no longer the sweet, innocent, happy child she had raised. This one was edgy and troubled and reminded her more and more of the man who had sired him.
“Sweetie, where is this coming from?”
“Nowhere Mom,” Gus smiled. “Don’t start freaking out.”
“I can’t help it, son. This conversation is just so unexpected. Why are you asking about homosexuals now, so many years after puberty?”
“I told you, Mom. It was something I watched on TV last night that set me to thinking about it. Stop making this bigger than it is, okay?”
“Okay, I won’t,” she answered. “I just want you to be happy.”
“I do too, Mother. But that’s neither here nor there.”
He bent down and kissed the top of her head. “I’ve really got to get going. Thanks for the beer.”
“Okay sweetie,” Lindsay answered, almost in a trance. “See you on Sunday?”
“Sure; I’ll be there with bells on,” he replied, smiling at her warmly.
In the car, Gus kept thinking about his conversation with Lindsay.
Their conversation had only confirmed what he had heard from Brian years ago. She had gone out with the opposite sex before realizing she was gay. Or, before accepting it, and dealing with all the consequences of her choice. So had Brian. There seemed to be a pattern here, so his sudden interest in another man might be genetic after all, he thought.
Whatever it was, it was driving him crazy. He had not stopped thinking about the night at Babylon and the smoky blue eyes that seemed to be the main attraction of every dream he’d had since then.
He hadn’t woken up to wet sheets in years, not since he was a teenager, but it had happened twice this week, and the memory of the hot, hard body pressed against him stayed with him for days.
He decided to go to the health club and rustle up a game of racquetball. He was sure that he would find someone who would be willing to play and it would probably be the best thing for him. Sweat himself into exhaustion, leaving little energy for anything but home and bed. Alone.
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Brian sat in the audience with his family, watching the final moments of Swan Lake. He turned to his right and saw that Sorina was enraptured by the entire production. Her face was intent; studying the costumes and the dancers, dissecting every single move made by the corps de Ballet. She was particularly interested in the prima ballerina, noting every nuance, marveling at her technique and her flawless execution. She was held in absolute attention, hardly even blinking.
He, on the other hand, was enjoying watching the men on stage. A lovely bonus to the world of ballet his daughter had introduced him to. Men in tights! Every ripple of muscle and every bulge of groin made for his viewing pleasure and he couldn’t help smiling as he watched. Tonight, the lead was particularly attractive and Brian couldn’t take his eyes off him. He was slim and blond, and if Brian were single and a few years younger he would have definitely been the fuck ‘du jour.
Justin looked over at his partner and told him without saying one word exactly how he felt. Brian just looked at him and said, “What?”
“You’re drooling Brian,” Justin said in his most bitchy voice.
“I’m just enjoying the view, dear,” Brian said, smirking to himself.
After the performance, they all stood around in the lobby, waiting for the lead dancers to come out and sign autographs. Sorina was beside herself, refusing to leave until she had at least two signatures. Brian didn’t mind the wait as it would allow him to see first-hand whether the blond was as hot in person as he was on stage.
Finally, they came out and the crowd parted, allowing the stars to walk into the center of the room unhindered. Brian noticed that the blond was almost as tall as he was, with beautiful skin, still covered with a light layer of make-up. His eyes were accented with dark eye shadow but his mouth was free of anything except the sensual pout. He walked right up to Brian’s small party of four and introduced himself, much to Sorina’s delight and Brian and Justin’s surprise.
Yury Borochin had the charisma and appeal of a rock star. He was in his mid-thirties and was used to being fawned over by men and women alike. He responded to both charmingly, knowing that was something expected and an obligation he needed to meet, however his heart and soul were clearly attracted to the male species. Brian sensed a kindred spirit and Justin was instantly defensive, alert to the signals that were coming fast and furious, well aware of the intense stares he was focusing on Brian. He stepped away from Sasha’s side and went to stand beside Brian, making sure that the blond dancer with hungry eyes knew exactly who Brian belonged to.
“Your performance was memorable,” Brian said, licking his lips and staring into Yury’s eyes.
“Thank you. It was my pleasure to dance for you.”
“Would you mind autographing this for my daughter,” Justin interrupted, shoving the program at Yury, hoping to break the hold he had on Brian’s stare.
The dancer took the program and the pen that was handed to him and scribbled out his signature, returning it to Justin, never once taking his eyes off of Brian.
“You were wonderful,” Sorina chimed in, hoping the Russian would look her way. And he did, noticing with surprise that there were two of them, both beautiful young girls with unusual eyes; the one hazel and the other blue. They were staring at him intently as he studied them, trying to figure out how they were related to these two men.
“Did you say these were your daughters?” addressing Brian, a little confused by the whole set-up.
“Yes,” Justin intruded. “Sasha and Sorina are our daughters,” emphasizing the ‘our’, leaving little room for misinterpretation.
“I see,” Yury replied, though in reality he didn’t. “And where is the mother of these charming young ladies?”
“She’s in the Bahamas, with our Papa,” Sasha answered, confusing Yury even more.
“Do either one of you dance?” he asked.
“Yes,” Sorina answered. “I do.”
“Excellent,” Yury said. “Tell me about your ballet school.”
Which was a mistake, because Sorina launched into her full court press, describing in minute detail every aspect of her school, and her teacher, and her life in Pittsburgh. In the middle of her speech, she switched to Russian, delighting the dancer even further. Now she really had his attention.
“How is it possible that your child is so fluent in Russian?” he asked Brian, ignoring Justin again.
“Her grandparents are Russian,” Brian replied, not going into further detail.
“That is wonderful, that you speak so well, Sorina. Does your sister also speak Russian?” Yury asked.
“Yes, of course,” Sasha replied in equally fluent Russian. She went on to tell the dancer all about her grandparents and where they came from in Russia.
They were interrupted by the appearance of the prima ballerina, who had overheard part of the conversation and was equally curious about the foreign girls that spoke her language.
Natasha Yudenko was intrigued by the visitors who seemed to have caught Yury’s attention. She could understand the appeal of the tall one; he was shockingly attractive in his midnight blue evening suit. The blond beside was equally as beautiful, dressed in dove gray but in a different, more under-stated way. What intrigued her were the twins, obviously of mixed race, yet clearly part of their family. She could see a resemblance to the blond, especially in the blue-eyed girl, but even the other twin had his mouth and the shape of the face was the same.
When she learned that Sorina had been taking lessons from Fedarova in Pittsburgh she was amazed. Her mother had danced with Madame Fedarova, she was a legend in Russia. The fact that this young girl was a student of hers spoke volumes of her talent. Now she was really intrigued. She started questioning Sorina and was pleased to find her name on the list the young girl pulled out of her purse. Madame had listed her down as a resource, to help Sorina find another teacher who might move her forward in her career.
“I would like to see you dance, Sorina. Do you think you could bring her by tomorrow, so that I can see for myself?” Natasha asked Brian and Justin both.
Brian looked at his daughter and said, “Will that be alright, Sorina?”
“Yes, I’d love to come tomorrow. What time, Madame Yudenko?”
“Why don’t we say around two o’clock. That way, we can all sleep in. Is that a good time for you?”
“Dad?” Sorina asked.
“Justin?” Brian asked.
“That’s fine with me,” Justin replied.
“Okay, that’s settled then. Yury, we need to mingle, let’s go,” Natasha said, grabbing her partner’s hand and pulling his reluctant body away. His eyes never left Brian’s though and even as he made his way over to another group, he continued to stare at Brian.
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Several hours later, the girls were tucked into their beds in the two- bedroom suite they occupied on the top floor of the Hotel Astoria. Brian had made it a point to reserve two-bedroom suites at all the hotels on their tour. He wasn’t comfortable having the girls stay in rooms down a hall, all by themselves. In a suite, he’d know they were just across a small living room from him, safe and sound, within easy reach of either Justin or himself.
He lay in bed in his underwear, having discarded his evening clothes a few minutes ago. He reached for his last cigarette of the night, and then thought better of it, putting it back down and saving it for a better time.
He was watching Justin remove his clothes, standing near the window of their room, looking out on the square below. Most of the lights in their room had been turned off; the only remaining one was the one in the bathroom that had been left on after Brian had finished brushing his teeth.
“Hey,” Brian called out. “Come over here.”
Justin turned and looked at Brian, knowing instantly what he wanted. The look was unmistakable, the signals emanating from Brian very clear.
Justin walked over to their bedroom door and locked it, reassuring himself that they would not be disturbed. After Gus had walked in on them years ago, he never forgot to lock doors. He had almost died of embarrassment at the time, and it took him days to get over it. He swore it would never happen again.
He moved over to their bed and stood beside it in his underwear, leaving the rest of his clothes in a pile near the window. He looked down at Brian and said, “Did he get you all hot and bothered?”
Brian looked up at Justin and grinned. “I’m married, Sunshine. Not dead. Hot is hot, regardless.”
“Yes, hot is hot, and he was that, I’ll give you that much,” Justin said, smiling at Brian as he slowly peeled off his underwear and stood at the foot of the bed, his penis already half-erect. He watched and was gratified to see that the sight of his naked body still had the same effect on Brian, noticing that the already prominent bulge at his groin was getting even more pronounced.
“If I talk dirty to you in Russian, you can pretend I’m the blondie in tights,” Justin said in his most seductive voice, moving over to the bed and getting up on it, straddling Brian so that his dick and Brian’s head were now face to face.
Brian groaned and placed both his hands on Justin’s legs, moving him even closer, so that he was now inches away from Brian’s mouth. He tried to take him in his mouth, but Justin resisted.
“No,” Justin said. “Take off your underwear,” he whispered, backing away from Brian, even as Brian moved his head forward, trying again to reach for him.
Justin pushed Brian away and moved down his body; grabbing hold of his briefs and pulling them down, watching Brian lift his hips slightly to help him along. He threw them off the bed and straddled Brian again, this time holding a silk tie in his hand.
“Close your eyes, Brian. I’m going to blind fold you,” Justin said.
Surprised, but excited, Brian eagerly complied. It had been a while since Justin had played this game and tonight was the perfect night for it. He felt the silk tie being wrapped expertly around his head and then he was told to lie still and not make a sound.
Justin went over to the small refrigerator on one side of the room and pulled out the tray of ice. He cracked it, grabbing a cube in his hand and then laid the tray on the floor beside the bed. He knelt at the foot of the bed and started in on Brian, rubbing the ice cube slowly across his feet, enjoying the initial gasp of surprise from his partner, following the path of the ice with his hot tongue, delighting Brian with the opposing sensations of hot and cold, driving him crazy as he felt Justin’s hot mouth sucking on each toe, one by one, even as the ice cube started to move up his legs. The sensation of Justin’s warm, breath and soft, lapping tongue, mingled with the icy, almost painful feel of the ice cube was intense, driving Brian wild, causing him to lift his hips and then move his hand to try and grab his rigid cock, only to have it swatted away by the creative man who held him prisoner.
“No touching, tonight,” Justin whispered, “Only feeling.” Moving up towards Brian’s head and straddling his face, Justin rubbed his dick lightly across Brian’s mouth, making sure he tasted the small drops of moisture that were coating the now swollen head. As Brian opened his mouth eagerly to take Justin in, Justin pulled away, and moved back down to Brian’s legs, going back to the icy, hot torture, hearing the moaning turn into a frustrated whimpering as Brian’s head moved from left to right, seeking his target.
The ice continued its journey, followed relentlessly by the hot, warm tongue that had taken on a life of its own, like the most deadly snake, moving slowly up Brian’s legs, creating unbelievable sensations that all seemed to center on his painfully engorged cock. Brian needed to be touched, his cock was rigid and aching for Justin’s mouth or hand or something, but Justin bypassed it, concentrating instead on Brian’s inner thighs, rubbing his face across the soft, hot skin, moving towards his balls with the alternating play of ice and warm tongue, now lifting Brian’s legs and spreading them apart, resting them on his shoulders to give him better access, loving it when Brian lifted himself, opening his legs wider, offering himself to Justin, unquestioningly, leaving himself vulnerable and exposed, waiting for Justin to place his mouth on an otherwise private place that was rarely intruded on.
“Fuck…”
“Tell me, Brian…”
“Your mouth…”
“Say it…”
“Eat me…your tongue…do it,” Brian groaned, rutting against Justin’s face, wanting desperately to touch himself, moving his hands towards his own cock, only to be stopped.
“Don’t,” Justin said, grabbing hold of both Brian’s hands as his mouth proceeded to wreak havoc on Brian’s asshole. He let go of Brian for a second so that he could pick up the ice cube again as he started the icy torture against Brian’s balls, putting his hot mouth on the soft skin, sucking them in, rolling them around then wetting them again with the ice, listening to the gasping of his partner, feeling Brian grab his hair and clench him tightly as his greedy tongue continued to torture and delight.
“Justin…fuck…you’re killing me….”
Ignoring the pleas for mercy, Justin slowly pushed the ice cube, which had now reduced to half its size, up Brian’s ass, followed by the relentless tongue that was now fucking Brian, moving in and out, twirling around in little circles even as the ice now lay melting inside, creating unbelievable sensations as Brian’s entire body bucked and shuddered, screaming with the need for release.
The gasping and moaning coming out of Brian’s throat were reaching epic proportions and Justin could tell that he wouldn’t last much longer so finally, Justin moved his body up and he took another ice cube from the tray and rubbed it against Brian’s now obscenely turgid cock which was ready to explode, dribbling the icy drops over the swollen purple head now shiny with pre-cum. He never touched him with his mouth or hand, he just continued to let the icy drops of water land on the beautiful cock that was dying to be held.
“I’m going to fuck you till you scream,” Justin said, breathing hot air in Brian’s ear, sucking on the soft skin right underneath it, making little red marks that would remain for days.
Brian was thrashing now, grabbing Justin’s arms and squeezing tight, leaving indentations in the perfectly white skin. “Fuck me before I kill you,” Brian begged in a voice that was coming out strangled with desire and frustration.
Justin smiled triumphantly and he lifted up and straddled Brian, hovering over his cock, dribbling more of the icy water on Brian’s stomach and pubes, letting the water run down his penis as it twitched uncontrollably. Finally, Justin sat on him, impaling the cock up his own ass, as deep as he could, holding him in for a minute as he too enjoyed the contrasting hot and cold sensations.
“Oh, holy fucking Christ,” Brian said, his entire being centered on the hot velvet glove around his cock, his brain now on complete overload from the multiple assaults from every direction.
Brian squeezed Justin’s arms harder, lifting his hips to shove his cock in deeper, begging him to ride him hard and fast, knowing he was just seconds away from exploding into him. He felt Justin’s legs squeezing him in tightly, like a mad cowboy riding his stallion. He heard the blond’s moaning as his cock hit Justin’s prostate over and over.
“Fuck me,” was the mantra pouring out of Justin’s mouth, as he continued to ride Brian moving his hips up and down his shaft, like a mechanical horse going round and round on a carousel.
“Justin,” Brian moaned softly, his head arching off the pillow as he felt himself exploding, shooting hot ropes of come, hard and deep into Justin’s body, listening to Justin gasp as he simultaneously shot his load all over Brian’s chest, hot and pulsating, smearing the come all over him as Justin leaned forward, grabbing Brian around his neck kissing him, moaning into Brian’s mouth, saying ‘love you’ over and over till they were completely spent.
Justin lay on Brian, like a wet rag, breathing heavily, listening to their heart beats thudding in unison. He moved his hand slowly to remove the blindfold, tossing it aside and then caressing Brian’s face, rubbing his eyes gently with his thumb.
“Brian?” Justin whispered, too tired to move.
“I think I died,” Brian answered softly.
“La petite mort,” Justin answered, pressing his lips to Brian’s neck, resting his face in the crook between Brian’s head and shoulder, his favorite spot.
“That was fucking incredible,” Brian said, moving both his hands to cup Justin’s ass, giving him a hard squeeze.
“It was…and all visions of the Russian hottie?”
“Gone,” Brian answered with a smile on his face.
Go to:Chapter 6
TBC
Authors Note: I'm going away for a few days next week so Chapter 6 will not post on Friday, as usual. I will post on Sunday, Nov. 4. Sorry for the inconvenience but I need some R & R and San Francisco is calling me:))