Mechanical Michelangelo part 25
TWENT FIVE Eye Opener
Brian didn’t let Justin have time to think. He pulled him into the loft, his lips descending until they touched Justin’s. The blond dropped his backpack at their feet, hands trailing up Brian’s arms and clutching the back of his neck.
Worries about staying with Brian for the weekend flew from Justin’s mind the further Brian’s tongue plunged into his mouth. Brian slid the loft door shut as he pulled Justin further inside, then pushed him against the wall, nimble fingers working on the zipper of Justin’s jeans.
Justin helped Brian push his pants down his thighs, and lifted his arms as he pulled the t-shirt over his head. The older man paused slightly as he felt Justin’s hand against his, free of leather, naked.
He pulled his head back enough to look into his eyes. “No barriers.”
“None.” Justin nodded and flung his t-shirt aside, setting to work on Brian’s shirt, stroking his hands over bare chest as he went, palm brushing over erect nipple, making him shiver at the sensation.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex without wearing the gloves. His hands felt so sensitive the slight rub of nipple to hand sent electricity down his arm.
They made it to the bedroom as the last piece of clothing touched the floor. Justin pushed Brian, watching him fall back onto the pile of dark blue pillows piled high on silk sheets.
Brian’s chest was warm and smooth, slight hairs surrounding his nipples, tickling Justin’s hands. It was a good feeling. It was more than good. He trailed his hands downwards until coarse hair brushed his wrists.
All the nerve endings in his fingers were on fire, with each touch they ignited, sending blood to his cock. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to bear putting his gloves back on after this. It would be suffocating.
Slowly, taking his time, revelling in the feeling of it, he placed his hand against Brian’s cock. The heat moved down his fingers, making them grasp the shaft firmly, feeling the silken skin move against his roughened palms.
“Fuck,” Brian moaned.
“Skin on skin,” Justin said, rolling his eyes up to Brian’s, chuckling slightly as Brian’s head fell back as he tightened his grasp.
Justin’s other hand reached underneath, tracing Brian’s balls lightly, before cupping them and rolling. He leaned down, sucking the tip of Brian’s cock into his mouth, his tongue licking the smooth head in small circles.
Brian had never tasted so good to Justin, pre-come mixed with his saliva, and he moved his hand down the shaft harder, teasing him, wanting to taste him.
Slowly he hollowed his cheeks and sucked him into his mouth until the head of Brian’s cock touched the back of his throat. He closed his eyes, blond lashes touching cheek, his attention purely focused on the erection between his lips as he regulated his breathing, letting it slip further down his throat.
Hands pulled at his hair, pulling, pushing, knotting in silken stands until they were stuck together. Brian thrust forward, unable to stop his hips from moving. Justin gripped his hips, his fingernails digging into skin, leaving little half moon indentations.
He tightened his lips and pulled back, dragging his tongue up the base of Brian’s penis. Saliva stretched from the tip to Justin’s lips, and Justin followed the line back down, leaving tiny, infuriating kisses around the base of his cock, then up to his belly button.
He slowly climbed over the older man until their lips touched and Justin’s two favourite flavours mingled together.
Using one hand Brian flicked the cap off the lube and squeezed, uncaring that it squirted over his sheets. He wiped his hand in it and trailed his fingers down the crack of Justin’s ass.
Justin let go of Brian’s cock long enough to reach for a condom and roll it on him. They rolled until Justin was against the plush cushions and he lifted his legs over Brian’s shoulders, groaning as Brian pressed a finger inside him. He swivelled his fingers before pulling them out and looming over him, holding his hands above Justin’s head and threading their fingers, connecting them in more ways than one.
Justin’s breath hitched as Brian’s cock slowly entered him, filling him inch by inch. He gripped Brian’s hands, lube making their fingers slide together. “No barriers.” Brian moaned, he leaned down, pressing his forehead to the side of Justin’s neck, and let one of his hands go in favour of pulling Justin’s hips closer to his, trying to bury himself further inside.
Justin reached between them, grasping his own cock and moving in time to Brian’s hips. He saw stars as Brian angled his hips, dick brushing against his prostate, sending pleasure to every part of his body, so much pleasure Justin didn’t think he could contain himself, and he couldn’t. He came, spurting over his hand and Brian’s chest, and Brian carried on, unforgiving, touching his prostate with every short, deep thrust.
It was too much, Justin didn’t think he could take the pleasure, it pooled like liquid heat in his stomach, bursting forth painfully as Brian slammed into him one last time, screaming as he came, collapsing on top of him.
It took Brian a while to sum up the energy to roll off Justin and when he did, he only moved far enough to pull of the condom and pull him close. He stroked Justin’s arm absently, tracing the tattoos down to his wrist and grasped it gently. He brought Justin’s hand to his mouth, kissing his little finger and tasting the blond’s own come. He sucked each finger into his mouth, tasting, not just his essence, but the trust Justin had placed him.
He licked down the pad of Justin’s thumb, nibbling on the fleshy base before swirling his tongue over the palm, lapping up any stray semen and committing the new texture of Justin’s bare hands to memory.
***
Everyone assumed the heart of this weird bunch of friends was firmly in place at Debbie’s small terraced house, not much to look at, but love pouring out of every perfectly placed trinket. But it was the diner. It was where everyone gathered, it was where Debbie gave her best advice, and it was where everyone met up.
And it was the perfect place for Brian to take Justin so everyone knew where they stood. He pushed open the door and strode inside, sitting in his usual booth and smiling as Justin slid in beside him.
They were early, and he was glad. He wanted Justin firmly in place, like he’d never left.
Debbie saw the blond head next to Brian’s and practically ran over. “Sunshine!” She popped her gum and squeezed in next to them, giving Justin a huge hug. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Oh, he came alright.” Brian pushed his tongue into his cheek and smirked at her.
“Jesus Christ. You two?” Justin nodded. “You’re like Romeo and Juliet with all this, fucking, sneaking around.”
“Only with a better ending,” Brian said, making Justin’s heart jump. “Now, can we get some breakfast here, we need to keep our strength up.”
“Coming right up. Usual for you?” Brian nodded and Debbie scribbled on her bad. “How about you? No, let me surprise you, on me, it’s good to see you kiddo.” She ruffled his hair and was off like a shot.
“Well, that was painless,” Brian said with a trademark smirk.
Justin slapped him slightly, “It wasn’t you she nearly squeezed to death.”
There was a slight tension in the air, and Brian knew it was because he was about to confront Mikey about his relationship with Justin. He frowned at his own thoughts, wondering when it had gotten to this stage. Surely Mikey should be happy for him. Happy he was admitting to a, somewhat, unconventional relationship with Justin, but a relationship just the same.
The bell rang and Brian knew it was Mikey. He was in an animated conversation with Hunter, who managed to roll his eyes at least five times and look suitably bored before sliding into their booth.
Mikey’s voice trailed off as he saw Justin. “Justin…Hey, I didn’t realise you were back in town.”
“I’m visiting Daphne.” He gave Mikey a wide, innocent smile. “She was miffed she missed me last time I visited.”
“That’s nice. Ma, can we order over here?”
“It is nice of me, isn’t it Brian?” Justin turned to his lover, eyes bright, teasing.
Brian stirred more sugar into his coffee and nodded. “It’s very nice of you Justin. You’re an all round nice guy.”
“If you’re here to see this, Daphne, why the fuck are you here?” Hunter demanded, not liking this change in family dynamics.
“Why the *fuck* am I here Brian?”
“Maybe because he’s the guy I fuck more than once.”
Mikey was about to call out to his mother again when he caught Brian’s words, mouth hanging wide open he turned to Brian with a puzzled expression on his face. “What was that?” He must have heard wrong. No way could those guys work so fast.
Justin leaned across the table. “He said, I’m the guy he fucks more than once.”
“Huh, you’ve been back, what, less than twenty four hours and you’ve already fucked? What happened to letting the loft get burgled, to running off to New York and not getting in touch?”
“Those are old hurts, we over came them sometime in the last month, right?”
Justin nodded. “Right.”
“I don’t understand.”
Hunter snorted and looked over at Mikey. “What’s to understand? Brian’s been in having it away in New York instead of meeting with clients.” Hunter said plainly, waiting for Michael to get a clue.
Emmett chose that moment to enter the diner, and upon seeing Justin let out a high pitched screech. “Baby, I didn’t realise you were coming down this weekend.”
Justin slipped out of the booth to give Emmett a hug. “Brian and Daphne finally managed to wear me down.”
“Well, I’m glad, it’s good to see you there again, like old times, only better.” They sat back down and Emmett pressed a loud kiss to Justin’s cheek. “So tell me how that delicious roommate is of yours?”
“He’s fine, told me to tell you that anytime you’re in New York he’d be happy to share his bed with you again.”
Emmett placed his hands on his heart. “Aw, he is such the sweetest guy.”
“Hold on, am I totally out of the loop here, when did you visit Justin?”
Emmett frowned and gave Michael a puzzled look. “I told you sweetie. I said I was going to get a tattoo by the best tattooing twink in America.” Emmett sighed. “You were probably too busy ogling your husband or spanking your son here to notice what little old me was saying.”
Brian didn’t let Justin have time to think. He pulled him into the loft, his lips descending until they touched Justin’s. The blond dropped his backpack at their feet, hands trailing up Brian’s arms and clutching the back of his neck.
Worries about staying with Brian for the weekend flew from Justin’s mind the further Brian’s tongue plunged into his mouth. Brian slid the loft door shut as he pulled Justin further inside, then pushed him against the wall, nimble fingers working on the zipper of Justin’s jeans.
Justin helped Brian push his pants down his thighs, and lifted his arms as he pulled the t-shirt over his head. The older man paused slightly as he felt Justin’s hand against his, free of leather, naked.
He pulled his head back enough to look into his eyes. “No barriers.”
“None.” Justin nodded and flung his t-shirt aside, setting to work on Brian’s shirt, stroking his hands over bare chest as he went, palm brushing over erect nipple, making him shiver at the sensation.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex without wearing the gloves. His hands felt so sensitive the slight rub of nipple to hand sent electricity down his arm.
They made it to the bedroom as the last piece of clothing touched the floor. Justin pushed Brian, watching him fall back onto the pile of dark blue pillows piled high on silk sheets.
Brian’s chest was warm and smooth, slight hairs surrounding his nipples, tickling Justin’s hands. It was a good feeling. It was more than good. He trailed his hands downwards until coarse hair brushed his wrists.
All the nerve endings in his fingers were on fire, with each touch they ignited, sending blood to his cock. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to bear putting his gloves back on after this. It would be suffocating.
Slowly, taking his time, revelling in the feeling of it, he placed his hand against Brian’s cock. The heat moved down his fingers, making them grasp the shaft firmly, feeling the silken skin move against his roughened palms.
“Fuck,” Brian moaned.
“Skin on skin,” Justin said, rolling his eyes up to Brian’s, chuckling slightly as Brian’s head fell back as he tightened his grasp.
Justin’s other hand reached underneath, tracing Brian’s balls lightly, before cupping them and rolling. He leaned down, sucking the tip of Brian’s cock into his mouth, his tongue licking the smooth head in small circles.
Brian had never tasted so good to Justin, pre-come mixed with his saliva, and he moved his hand down the shaft harder, teasing him, wanting to taste him.
Slowly he hollowed his cheeks and sucked him into his mouth until the head of Brian’s cock touched the back of his throat. He closed his eyes, blond lashes touching cheek, his attention purely focused on the erection between his lips as he regulated his breathing, letting it slip further down his throat.
Hands pulled at his hair, pulling, pushing, knotting in silken stands until they were stuck together. Brian thrust forward, unable to stop his hips from moving. Justin gripped his hips, his fingernails digging into skin, leaving little half moon indentations.
He tightened his lips and pulled back, dragging his tongue up the base of Brian’s penis. Saliva stretched from the tip to Justin’s lips, and Justin followed the line back down, leaving tiny, infuriating kisses around the base of his cock, then up to his belly button.
He slowly climbed over the older man until their lips touched and Justin’s two favourite flavours mingled together.
Using one hand Brian flicked the cap off the lube and squeezed, uncaring that it squirted over his sheets. He wiped his hand in it and trailed his fingers down the crack of Justin’s ass.
Justin let go of Brian’s cock long enough to reach for a condom and roll it on him. They rolled until Justin was against the plush cushions and he lifted his legs over Brian’s shoulders, groaning as Brian pressed a finger inside him. He swivelled his fingers before pulling them out and looming over him, holding his hands above Justin’s head and threading their fingers, connecting them in more ways than one.
Justin’s breath hitched as Brian’s cock slowly entered him, filling him inch by inch. He gripped Brian’s hands, lube making their fingers slide together. “No barriers.” Brian moaned, he leaned down, pressing his forehead to the side of Justin’s neck, and let one of his hands go in favour of pulling Justin’s hips closer to his, trying to bury himself further inside.
Justin reached between them, grasping his own cock and moving in time to Brian’s hips. He saw stars as Brian angled his hips, dick brushing against his prostate, sending pleasure to every part of his body, so much pleasure Justin didn’t think he could contain himself, and he couldn’t. He came, spurting over his hand and Brian’s chest, and Brian carried on, unforgiving, touching his prostate with every short, deep thrust.
It was too much, Justin didn’t think he could take the pleasure, it pooled like liquid heat in his stomach, bursting forth painfully as Brian slammed into him one last time, screaming as he came, collapsing on top of him.
It took Brian a while to sum up the energy to roll off Justin and when he did, he only moved far enough to pull of the condom and pull him close. He stroked Justin’s arm absently, tracing the tattoos down to his wrist and grasped it gently. He brought Justin’s hand to his mouth, kissing his little finger and tasting the blond’s own come. He sucked each finger into his mouth, tasting, not just his essence, but the trust Justin had placed him.
He licked down the pad of Justin’s thumb, nibbling on the fleshy base before swirling his tongue over the palm, lapping up any stray semen and committing the new texture of Justin’s bare hands to memory.
***
Everyone assumed the heart of this weird bunch of friends was firmly in place at Debbie’s small terraced house, not much to look at, but love pouring out of every perfectly placed trinket. But it was the diner. It was where everyone gathered, it was where Debbie gave her best advice, and it was where everyone met up.
And it was the perfect place for Brian to take Justin so everyone knew where they stood. He pushed open the door and strode inside, sitting in his usual booth and smiling as Justin slid in beside him.
They were early, and he was glad. He wanted Justin firmly in place, like he’d never left.
Debbie saw the blond head next to Brian’s and practically ran over. “Sunshine!” She popped her gum and squeezed in next to them, giving Justin a huge hug. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Oh, he came alright.” Brian pushed his tongue into his cheek and smirked at her.
“Jesus Christ. You two?” Justin nodded. “You’re like Romeo and Juliet with all this, fucking, sneaking around.”
“Only with a better ending,” Brian said, making Justin’s heart jump. “Now, can we get some breakfast here, we need to keep our strength up.”
“Coming right up. Usual for you?” Brian nodded and Debbie scribbled on her bad. “How about you? No, let me surprise you, on me, it’s good to see you kiddo.” She ruffled his hair and was off like a shot.
“Well, that was painless,” Brian said with a trademark smirk.
Justin slapped him slightly, “It wasn’t you she nearly squeezed to death.”
There was a slight tension in the air, and Brian knew it was because he was about to confront Mikey about his relationship with Justin. He frowned at his own thoughts, wondering when it had gotten to this stage. Surely Mikey should be happy for him. Happy he was admitting to a, somewhat, unconventional relationship with Justin, but a relationship just the same.
The bell rang and Brian knew it was Mikey. He was in an animated conversation with Hunter, who managed to roll his eyes at least five times and look suitably bored before sliding into their booth.
Mikey’s voice trailed off as he saw Justin. “Justin…Hey, I didn’t realise you were back in town.”
“I’m visiting Daphne.” He gave Mikey a wide, innocent smile. “She was miffed she missed me last time I visited.”
“That’s nice. Ma, can we order over here?”
“It is nice of me, isn’t it Brian?” Justin turned to his lover, eyes bright, teasing.
Brian stirred more sugar into his coffee and nodded. “It’s very nice of you Justin. You’re an all round nice guy.”
“If you’re here to see this, Daphne, why the fuck are you here?” Hunter demanded, not liking this change in family dynamics.
“Why the *fuck* am I here Brian?”
“Maybe because he’s the guy I fuck more than once.”
Mikey was about to call out to his mother again when he caught Brian’s words, mouth hanging wide open he turned to Brian with a puzzled expression on his face. “What was that?” He must have heard wrong. No way could those guys work so fast.
Justin leaned across the table. “He said, I’m the guy he fucks more than once.”
“Huh, you’ve been back, what, less than twenty four hours and you’ve already fucked? What happened to letting the loft get burgled, to running off to New York and not getting in touch?”
“Those are old hurts, we over came them sometime in the last month, right?”
Justin nodded. “Right.”
“I don’t understand.”
Hunter snorted and looked over at Mikey. “What’s to understand? Brian’s been in having it away in New York instead of meeting with clients.” Hunter said plainly, waiting for Michael to get a clue.
Emmett chose that moment to enter the diner, and upon seeing Justin let out a high pitched screech. “Baby, I didn’t realise you were coming down this weekend.”
Justin slipped out of the booth to give Emmett a hug. “Brian and Daphne finally managed to wear me down.”
“Well, I’m glad, it’s good to see you there again, like old times, only better.” They sat back down and Emmett pressed a loud kiss to Justin’s cheek. “So tell me how that delicious roommate is of yours?”
“He’s fine, told me to tell you that anytime you’re in New York he’d be happy to share his bed with you again.”
Emmett placed his hands on his heart. “Aw, he is such the sweetest guy.”
“Hold on, am I totally out of the loop here, when did you visit Justin?”
Emmett frowned and gave Michael a puzzled look. “I told you sweetie. I said I was going to get a tattoo by the best tattooing twink in America.” Emmett sighed. “You were probably too busy ogling your husband or spanking your son here to notice what little old me was saying.”