Elucidation: Lessons Part Two
Title: Elucidation: Lessons Part Two
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.
I spread Justin’s ass cheeks and feel a literal shock go up and down my spine. My mouth waters as instant reaction to him.
“What do we have here?”
He looks back at me and bats his eyelashes. Little fucker is trying to be cute. I let his cheeks go and slap his thigh.
“Brian!” He shouts and laughs at the same time.
I reach forwards and massage his ass, spreading his cheeks apart so I can look at that hot little hole again. He moans as I blow cool air on it, making his hole contract rhythmically with my puffs of air. I give it a small lick, tasting a little soap and whatever it is that makes Justin Taylor have the most deliciously flavored ass in the world. I can’t tell him that though, he’d get a big head.
“You like it?”
“Quit trying to get me to give you a compliment,” I say, smiling in spite of myself.
“I trimmed my pubes and shaved my balls too Brian.”
I look under him to see his work, but can’t really tell the difference in the pubes surrounding his dick. I’d flip him over to have a better look but I’d rather have him on his hands and knees right now. I play with his cock a little, squeezing it and thumbing the pre come out of his slit. Then I cup his balls in my hand, rolling each one around in my palm, forcing him to jerk his head down into the blankets. I glide my hand away from his balls and drag it up between his cheeks, pushing against his asshole a few times before I rest my hand on the small of his back. I rub that spot for a few minutes, waiting for his breathing to calm down.
“So…so I got it all?” He asks me, looking back into my eyes again.
He did a wonderful job. Knowing however, that he did this, without me, after his little queen out does not escape my attention. The little twat knows how much I enjoy doing it and I’m sure he had visions of pissing me off with every swipe of the blade against his tender flesh. I roll my eyes, “Oh, I’ll make sure you get it all Justin.”
As quickly as possible, I bind him in the restraints. I hadn’t planned on trying out all the new toys tonight. I’d planned on just using the thigh to wrist cuffs, the blindfold and my hand. But Justin, being the eager slut that he is, wanted to open every package. I warned him that we’d be putting each one to use tonight if he did. But he opened everything. Including both cock rings. Fucker.
About a month ago, we tried out the penis gag and riding crop I’d bought last year. We never had the chance to use them. I didn’t want to push any of the light BDSM stuff we’d gotten into before he was hurt. But one night when we were both particularly horny, he was trying to find a suitable dildo and found those new toys. He begged me to wrap his wrists with my tie as we’d done before, but I didn’t think his hand was ready for that, even if his mind was. I promised that we’d do that once he was stronger. I joked and told him it was something he could look forward to, a milestone. I’m glad we’ve reached that place because there were times I wasn’t sure we would.
I shop online to get the good condoms in bulk. I was on the site two weeks ago to get them and I started adding all the shit I gave him tonight to the cart. What intrigued me the most was the black, leather, fur lined wrist cuffs that attached to thigh cuffs. I’d seen them used before, I liked the idea that most of the restraint would pull at his thighs, and depending on how I moved him; I could actually buckle the wrist cuffs to just under his elbows and I didn’t have to worry about the leather cutting into his skin or hurting his wrist and hands.
Justin teased me about the fur at first. Even though there was a picture of a big beefy guy on the fucking box wearing them. But I’ve ignored him until now. He’s going to pay for making fun of me when I was only thinking of his comfort and safety. I have the little twat strapped into them now. He’s about to apologize in the best of ways. That is, of course by me making him beg me to spank him.
But first I need to give myself a little treat.
He moans and shouts, pushing back on my mouth as I rub my stubbly face against the sensitive skin of his ass cheeks. I lick him, suck on his hole and give him the best rim job he’s had in his… well, since yesterday. He bucks up and down; trying to rub his cock against the pillows crammed underneath him, trying to get off, though he knows it is a futile attempt. After a long time, my tongue is getting tired so I stop eating his ass. He has a few chafing marks on the insides of his ass, his hole is dripping, drenched, gleaming with my saliva.
He begs me to fuck him then. He practically screams for me to. “Fuck me Brian! Fuck me, fuck me please. Fucking fuck me now!”
And this is when I slap his ass for the first time, hard. “Don’t say another word Justin. You can whine and moan but don’t you say another word unless you are begging me to spank you. You got it?”
“Brian please, just fu…”
“You’re going to listen to me or I’m not going to fuck you,” I bellow, interrupting his whining. He knows we don’t have to play unless he wants to, but if we are, then he needs to follow my rules.
“Please no…” he whimpers.
I don’t know if he’s saying no to me telling him not speak unless he’s asking for a spank or if it’s because the thought of me not fucking him, at this point would be too horrible for him. I grin at the thought. “No you don’t want a spanking?”
“Yes!”
“Yes what?”
“I want you to spank me Brian.”
“What?” Let’s just be clear, that wasn’t begging.
“I need you to spank me Brian. Please. Please spank me Master.”
I raise my hand back and then quickly bring it down onto one of his cheeks, “Good boy.”
He jumps at the contact but before I can even take my hand away from his ass he begs, “More Master.”
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I drag the flogger down along his sweaty spine. He trembles as the tails fan over his ass and then rest against his hole. I switch the handle around and press the dildo side against him.
“Fuck me,” he whimpers.
I lay one hand on his ass cheek and he shivers under my touch, though his skin is red hot. His ass moves towards my touch and then away, he can’t decide if he wants me touching him or not. Justin groans my name. I take my hand away, he hisses, and his movements still. I jerk back the flogger and smack his left ass cheek with it, “What did I tell you Justin?”
He groans, clearly frustrated with me, with his body and mind. This has been going on for over an hour. It’s a damn good thing he opened both of those cock rings because neither one of us would have been able to hold off from coming this long. I mean, Justin would have come by now and there’s no way I’d let the poor boy have his orgasm all on his own after all this. I’m still waiting for him to answer me. When he does, his voice is only a whisper, “To not say word.”
I smack his right ass cheek, my dick growing impossibly harder as I watch the blood rise in little red stripes on his already red ass. “Unless?” I prompt.
“Not to…” he groans and shifts his body, turning his head out from the pillow to ‘look’ back at me. “Not say a word unless it was to beg you to spank me!”
I smile, “That’s right. Good boy.” I rub his ass with my free hand and he relaxes against the pillow again. His legs forcefully spread and his ass pointed in the air.
Fuck. I find myself shivering and aching to fuck him. He looks hot waiting for the next thrill. He doesn’t know if it’ll be the flogger, the leather or fur side of the paddle or a spank from the palm of my hand. I consider which one it will be, as rake my eyes over him. There’s nothing hotter than looking at Justin right now. He’s now blindfolded, drooling, and panting. His body positioned so he is practically upside down. His red ass is so high in the air, begging for more.
I rotate the tools I use to redden his ass as often as I rotate between kissing, licking and running the small black feather against his skin. All the sensations are completely in contrast to each other and it’s left him a complete mess.
Tears start to roll down his cheeks and he’s huffing his breaths harder than before. He’s more than ready for me to fuck him. But I want to take him just a little higher. “You don’t know what I’m going to do to you next do you? You can answer the question Justin.”
“No,” he whimpers.
I reach between his legs and stroke his cock. He makes squeaky noises when I do this. He’s so sensitive and I wonder if I’ll be able to get my dick inside him without both of going off the second I do. Torturing Justin is a shared event. I torture the both of us. “You don’t know what I’ll do. You couldn’t stop me. Of course, you could use your safe word if you wanted. I know I’ll never take you that far so that you’ll have to. But you don’t really know that. I could leave you tied up like this and never let you come.”
“Bri...” he starts to whisper my name but stops himself.
I let that slip up go. I continue my lesson, “Tricking, sucking, fucking, being tied up and spanked. It’s all about the thrill of the unknown. We both know how hot and hard it makes you.” I take my hand from his cock and rub his ass, “You love it. You always have. You get off on it just as much as I do. Don’t you? Answer me Justin.”
“Yes,” he answers.
I push the dildo end of the flogger so it rests a few inches inside him and start to move it around. He groans as the toy stretches his ring and I watch it, as though in a trance, tuning out his begging until I remove it and flip him onto his back. He gasps in surprise and struggles a little as I untie the cuffs and then take off his blind fold. I sweep the toys off the bed onto the floor and we both laugh at the clatter they make.
His chest rises and falls and he squints his eyes, opens them, and closes them repeatedly. I unsnap my leather cock ring and tell him to do the same to his. I grab a condom, slip in onto my cock, and lube it as I wait for him to relax. Once he settles down, I rub away the tears from his cheeks, “You love the intensity the unknown brings to sex.”
“I love your intensity,” he says, his voice gravely.
I lean over him and kiss him, brushing my hands through his hair, “Put me inside you.”
He gives me a tired but grateful smile and I smile back at him and kiss his neck as he leans up, bracing his left hand on my shoulder. His right hand reaches between our bodies. Justin’s legs wrap around my waist and his fingers wrap around my erection and guide my cock into his hole. I push my pelvis forward and close my eyes as his tight heat overwhelms my senses for a brief second. The way it always does when I first enter his body.
“Brian!” He chokes out my name in a surprise as I slide into him in one slow, smooth thrust.
Justin keeps his hand in between us to stroke his cock as I start fucking him. I’m not going to last long, and neither is he. He’s extremely vocal, looking me right in the eyes as he begs me to make him come. He begs me to fuck him harder, faster, gripping my shoulder almost painfully and then dragging his nails down my chest and squeezing my nipple and then pulling at the hairs surrounding it. A delicious chill falls down my spine and I pick the pace of my thrusts up. I move my arms from where they rest beside his head, lift my torso up, and place my hands onto his hips.
He knows without me asking him to move his legs up onto my shoulders and hooks his knees over them. He’s fisting his cock furiously, eyes closed and babbling obscenities that make me want to fuck him even though I am fucking him right now. Justin’s free hand goes back and forth between pinching and pulling at my nipples.
I shift my knees and lean back over his body, move my hands under his arms and pull at his arm hairs between my fingers. I angle my hips to shove my cock up and down inside him to hit all of his sensitive areas. The tingle starts burning through my balls lifting them closer to my body as they slap against the hot red cheeks of his ass. I bite along his collarbone and make my lips capture his just as I feel his ring start to contract.
Justin shakes, his body bows beneath me and he nearly kicks me in the head as his tremors force his legs to fall off my shoulders and spread out, held up by my body. He kisses me back sloppily and works his hole to milk my orgasm as I continue to make short jabs and moves of my dick within him.
I take my mouth away from his, clamp onto his neck, and yell into his sweaty skin as I begin my long awaited come. I try my best to not fall on top of his body, but I loose all semblance of reality as white dots shoot behind my eyelids and my insides contract with heated shivering spasms.
When I feel like I can actually move, I roll off Justin, feeling his sticky load stretch between us as I flop onto my back beside him. I look over at him. His eyelids are half closed but he’s smiling in satisfaction. I look down at my dick, skim the condom off, and toss it carelessly onto the floor beside the bed. I feel like I just ran a couple miles. My heart is still beating like crazy I’m not sure I can move any more than I have. I look over at Justin again when I hear him laugh. “What?”
He doesn’t answer me. He just shakes his head, crawls over to the nightstand, and grabs my cigarettes. His ass looks really red. I should go get the cream from the bathroom and put some on it. “I’ll go get it,” he tells me, reading my expression. He hands me my cigarettes and a lighter.
I stare up at the ceiling, smoking. He takes a piss and then I hear the water run for a minute before he comes back into the bedroom. My cigarette his half-gone and I offer him the rest but he declines and crawls towards me. He takes the warm washcloth he’s holding and wipes his come from my stomach and tenderly wipes off my cock and pubes. “You need a trim too,” he tells me.
I spread my legs so he can wash the come that leaked back onto my balls, “You can do it tomorrow.”
His fingers trail under my balls as he washes me and sneak in between my cheeks, “I can fuck you tomorrow?”
I laugh and roll my eyes and put out my cigarette. I won’t dignify that question with an answer. I grab the cream from his hand. He straddle’s my shoulders, his ass in my face. I squirt out a little of the ointment and rub it on his cheeks, making him gasp from the cooling sensation. He moans in pleasure and rests his head on my thigh.
He lies there, silently, dragging his fingers up and down the inside of my thigh. I feel my cock start to twitch, from his touch and his breath that ghosts against it. When I finish applying the cream, I clean my hands with the towel and throw it towards the bathroom.
Justin turns off the lamp and then crawls, gingerly beside me covering us with the duvet. He puts his head on my chest. I let him and wrap my arm around him. After the intense sex we had, he needs the contact and I don’t particularly mind it. I’m sure it’s more comfortable for him to be on his stomach anyway. I gave both the inside and outside of his ass quite the work out.
I close my eyes, feeling lulled to sleep by the orgasm’s after effects and the feeling of Justin’s fingers invisibly painting upon my stomach.
“Brian?”
Fuck. He never lets me sleep. I mumble. “Hmm?”
“I understand what lesson you were trying to teach me tonight.”
Good. “Mmmhmm.”
“But…”
But?
“I know you think I was queening out earlier. I mean, I was a little jealous but that wasn’t why I didn’t want you to go off with that trick.”
Yeah. Right. He’s just saying that because I gave him the best fuck of his life. Ungrateful little sh..
“I was thinking about that boy they found. I know you think that couldn’t happen to you. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that no one is invincible. And whoever murdered him could have done it because they were trying to teach him the same lesson that Hobbs was trying to teach me. The murderer could be anyone.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat and open my eyes to look down at him. He’s looking right at me, tears in his eyes. I nod my head, hoping he understands that I get it. But we’re not going to live our lives in fear of everyone and everything. I thought he’d gotten past that, at least for the most part. I guess Dumpster Boy’s death had more of an effect on him than he let on. I kiss his forehead, move my other hand so that it rests on top of his right hand and close my eyes. That will have to be a lesson for another day.
END