Elucidation: Lessons Part One
Title: Elucidation: Lessons Part One
Thank you to tweedygal for the beta all other mistakes are mine.
Rating: NC-17 (To be safe for this series)
Warnings: Spoilers, Cannon, Light Bdsm
Notes: Elucidation means: to clarify or to throw light upon-
This will be a collection of two part fics. Each with their own title, one part from Brian’s P.O.V. and one from Justin’s P.O.V. exploring the what if’s and giving substance to the many gaps in the Queer as Folk series related to events in Brian and Justin’s lives while trying to hold onto the characterization and original storyline. The only ones that will be without the precise cannon series will be listed as post 513
(Summary for Lessons- How did everything go from Justin being pissed at Brian leaving him outside Babylon at the end of 210, to them being happy and 'back to normal' in 211? Lessons had to be learned for both Brian and Justin)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but wish I did.
Lessons
It was almost one when Brian left me outside of Babylon to go home with that trick. The guy wasn’t even that hot. Some of the men Brian finds attractive are down right disgusting. An ass is just an ass. A mouth is just a mouth. A cock is just a cock. I know, I know. And Brian is coming home to me so that’s all that should matter. None of the other crap should bother me. But it does.
I’m taking a nice hot shower, breathing in the steam and using the massage setting on the showerhead to loosen up my muscles. I have to clear my mind and stop thinking of all the grim possibilities that would prevent Brian from actually coming home to me. I lean against the wall and let the water’s pressure pound down on my body. It feels so good, though I’d still rather have Brian in here with me, massaging my naked body with his strong hands. He knows just how to get the kinks out of my shoulders and the knots to loosen up in my lower back. I really wish he’d walk in the bathroom now. Instead, he’s off fucking that ugly…
Fuck. I have to stop thinking of him. Okay, I have to get my mind geared towards something that doesn’t involve him or I’m never going to relax. Let’s see, what do I have to do next week? I’ve got to hand in the project for Graphic Design 102 and I’ve got to get prints made for my portfolio to show the Dean my progress. I have to call my mom back tomorrow now that I’ve got my schedule for the diner. It’s been a while sine we’ve gone out to dinner so I’m sure she’ll be happy when I tell her I can meet her Wednesday night. What else? I need to pick up some milk, lunchmeat and some snack food tomorrow. I refuse to eat at the P.I.F.A. cafeteria and I think I may have used the last of the turkey for yesterday’s lunch. It’s surprising how much better I feel now that I have arranged all the mundane tasks for the next week.
I step out from the direct spray of the water, grab the shampoo from the shelf, and squirt it into my hand and then massage through my hair and scalp. This action relieves all signs of the headache that threatened to creep up on me. After rinsing the shampoo out, I start to wash my body with the way too expensive body wash Brian bought me. I may have sensitive skin, but really, Aveeno had worked just fine for me. I suppose this French shit does make my skin a little softer but it’s not really worth the twenty-dollar difference Brian paid for it.
I rub the bubbly suds along my dick, sliding it in and out of my fist, making my cock hard. I take my hand away from my dick. I prefer to have something inside my ass when I come and I think I’ll get out a dildo and relax on the bed. I lather up my pubes, intent on finishing up my shower quickly now that I’m feeling horny. But as I look at them, I realize how long and unkempt the hairs are. I think it’s been over a month since Brian trimmed them or shaved me. What body hair I do have tends to grow fast. I bend a little and run my fingertips between my ass cheeks. The silky hairs surrounding by asshole feel a little longer than I like. I don’t exactly have anything better to do so I decided to trim and shave myself.
I step out of the shower, making puddles on the tile I’ll have to remember to clean up when I get out. It’s freezing outside of the warm glass enclosure so I grab the supplies from the cabinet as quickly as possible. I take out the items from the kit, lather my groin with the shaving foam, grab the razor and begin shaving.
I’ve done this a few times by myself, but Brian prefers to be the one to do it and shaving my ass and under my balls can be a little awkward. I can manage it but usually I’d rather have Brian do it.
I love shaving Brian too. It’s intense and extremely erotic. The first time he asked me to do it after the bashing, it was a little less erotic. I was scared shitless that I’d cut him or that the razor would slip. But it didn’t. It was a test of trust in the weirdest but simplest of ways. Allowing someone you regularly annoy and piss off to have a blade near your genitalia equals trust…or stupidity maybe, but I like to see it as the better of the two.
Body hair doesn’t necessarily bother Brian, or me. That is, until right when it starts growing back and can be a little itchy. Otherwise, I love burying my nose in his pubes, especially when they mat together from his sticky come. He loves it when I grab at the hairs around his nipples with my teeth and pull them or when I tug at the hairs on his treasure trail with my fingertips. Goose bumps always break out all over his body and a quick flush spreads across his skin. Thinking about Brian like that makes my cock even harder than it was, but that actually makes it easier when trimming around it. I took a shower so that I would relax and stop thinking of Brian, but I can’t stop thinking about him. At least now, my thoughts involving Brian are much sexier.
After I shave around my cock, balls and perineum, I grab the small scissors and trim snip away some of the scraggly hairs under my armpits. Doing this makes me think of one of the hottest things Brian loves. This thing, armpit licking, may sound a little dirty. Which is odd, since it’s more acceptable in the gay world to eat ass than it is bury your face in your partner’s armpit. I don’t really understand what is so taboo about it though. I love it, especially when Brian goes wild for my smell.
Sometimes when we’re getting ready together after taking showers he’ll whisper to me, “Don’t put on any deodorant after you shower” and I know what I have to look forward to later. He’ll smash his nose into my pit and huff out breaths as he douses the springy hairs there with his spit. He’ll sniff and lick under each of my arms. It tickles at first because it’s such a sensitive spot, but then it’ll drive me mad with desire for him.
I am the often the one that puts an end to this onslaught of foreplay. It turns me on to have it done to me but the raunchy act makes an unexplainable energy release from inside me. I have to end the torture and pull his face towards mine so that I can lick inside, tasting the salt of my sweat and skin inside his mouth. That carnal taste makes me loose all control and will have me coming against his cock as I thrust my hips up, rubbing against his, in tandem to the ferocity of our kisses. Or I’ll have to grab a condom, slip it on his cock, and ride him so hard I pass out on his chest before he can slip his dick out of me.
God I’m so hard right now. My need to be fucked only gets stronger as I wash off my hole and then run my fingers over it. The water provides mild lubrication. But I use it and slowly push one of my fingers into my hole. My inner ring instinctively tightens around my digit. I lean my head against the wall, spread my legs a little more and move my finger around a few times. My breathing labors and I start to get that tingly feeling in my stomach and my body heat rises. I reach that precipice where I have to pull my finger out now or shove a few more in and stroke my cock until I come. I don’t want to come from my fingers and now that I think about it. I don’t want to come from a dildo either. I want Brian.
I rinse off one more time and get out of the shower. I rub my hair and body down with the heated towel and then use the towel to clean up the spots of water I got on the floor. Once I’m dry, I stand and look in the mirror and run my hands all over my body. My pubes are dry now and I can see that I did as good a job as Brian does. I feel my balls and then inspect my crack with a few fingers. The lack of hair makes me extra sensitive there, causing a shiver of excitement to run through my body. I look in the mirror and smile in satisfaction.
I know that a freshly trimmed groin, silky smooth balls and a pink, hairless ass drives Brian wild. The last time he shaved my ass, he spent a half hour eating it afterwards. I am looking forward to that! And though I’m still pissed at him, the thought of surprising him with my now smooth, manicured body excites me even more than I already am. But not only because of the sexual pleasure, I know I will get from it.
I knew when I started to shave myself that it would piss Brian off to know that I did it with out him. I’m sure that he won’t let his irritation show. However, inside he will regret missing one of his favorite forays of foreplay.
I grab my toothbrush from the holder; turn on the water and begin to brush my sly smile. After that, I go and lye down in bed. It’s nearing the time that Brian should be getting back home. I stare at the clock as it counts down the next twenty-four minutes nearing to three a.m. and when I hear the loft door open at two minutes until three, I close my eyes.
“I know you’re not sleeping,” he grumbles from the living area.
“Obviously,” I say this with more edge to my voice than I intended. I open my eyes and watch as Brian steps into the bedroom. He doesn’t look at me. He walks past me and into the bathroom, though he doesn’t shut the door.
If Brian is with a trick before he comes home he usually takes a shower and though I love a sex-smelly Brian, I like a clean one just as much. I hear him take a piss and then start the shower. I do my best to be unaffected by the thought of Brian naked, wet, and running his soapy hands all over his body. But I’m feeling horny tonight. Hell, I’ve felt horny all day. More so than usual, which is one of the reasons I wanted Brian to come home with me alone. I can’t let myself go when we bring tricks home the way I can when it’s just us. Sometimes I need that and it isn’t only about my jealousy. But I’m sure I’m not the only one in this world that wants Brian for them self.
My libido is surging. I should be tired but my drive for Brian is keeping me awake. But I try to think of all the things in this world that turn me off as I wait for Brian to come join me. I watch the clock turn its numbers and list dozens of gross things off in my head to keep me in the bedroom instead of jumping at Brian and begging him to fuck me.
I think of fat guys with plumber’s crack. I remember my 3rd grade teacher Ms. Linestone’s mole on the right side of her nose that had a life of its own. I quiver in disgust at the image of the time that I walked into Daphne’s room and caught her boyfriend, naked with his face buried between her legs. Yeah, lots of gross, scary thoughts to make my cock soft.
I let out a sigh of relief when finally, at 3:19 the shower shuts off.
“Can’t fucking put his toothbrush where it goes,” Brian softly grumbles.
I smile as I hear him start to brush his teeth. Brian will say that I leave my toothbrush on the counter to annoy him, but I don’t, usually anyways. He deserved it tonight though.
He starts spitting and then gurgling mouthwash. I’m so weird. My cock must know that it’s getting closer to Brian time because it starts to get hard again when I hear him doing this. I know that Brian is only brushing his teeth, but I guess its because I also know that he’s naked or wrapped only in a towel so that makes the simple act even better.
His wet feet tap against the floor as he walks back into the bedroom. I expect him to slide under the duvet but he doesn’t. I turn onto my other side and look at him. He’s squatting down, naked, still wet from the shower. His dick is half-erect between his legs. My mouth waters and I consider crawling over and taking it in my mouth. He pulls out one of the drawers under the bed stopping me from doing so. He looks up at me and I smile at him.
He smirks at me and then looks back down in the drawer. I watch, wondering what sex toy he’s going to pull out, hoping that he’s not going to throw me a dildo and tell me he’s going to sleep, and denying me of his cock. He has never exactly done that of course, but for some reason that terrible thought spills fearfully into my thoughts. Brian pulls a black box from the drawer and places it on the bed. “Here,” he says, smirking again.
“What is it?”
He stands up, pushes the drawer closed with his foot and then crawls on the bed. He holds the box out to me and smiles devilishly, “A present Sunshine.”
I sit up and cautiously take the box from him. It has the insignia of the porn store Brian orders things from on the top of the box. “It’s three-thirty in the morning and you’re giving me sex toys?” Shit. Maybe he did get all fucked out by that nasty trick.
He bumps his shoulder with mine, whispers into my ear, “What better time is there to receive new sex toys Justin?”
He’s right I guess and from the way he’s looking at me, I know that whatever is in the box isn’t just for me. He’s excited too. I turn my face and kiss the side of his mouth quickly before lifting the lid. I fold back the black silk material and gasp at what I see. Shivers of desire and fear mix under my skin, making my pulse quicken.
Well. I suppose I’m the one that’s surprised tonight.
Continued in Part Two