Entry #12 - "Go Ahead"
Title: Go Ahead
Written By: sildil
Timeline: Post Season Two
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Genre: Humour, PWP, Claustrophobia
Go Ahead
PUSH YOUR LUCK
"Go ahead, push your luck,
Find out how much love the world can hold"
“Look, will you quit following me, you little twink and go and find someone your own age to stalk?” Brian glared at the persistent fair-haired brat and waved a hand in the general direction of …well, anywhere really, just so long as it wasn’t four paces behind him.
Justin glanced away, hiding a smirk. “And what do you think you are laughing at?” Brian said, turning his attention to his…his whatever.
“Nothing…”
They both watched the young boy as he headed back into the mass of dancers and was lost in the throng.
“You were a bit harsh you know…he only wanted a fuck from the great Brian Kinney,” teased Justin, rubbing the back of Brian’s neck as they stood at the bar.
“Yeah. Exactly. I’m not some sort of ‘right of passage’ trophy.”
Justin giggled. “Well this twink certainly enjoyed it and I wouldn’t have minded you on my bedroom shelf. I would have taken you out and polished you frequently,” he whispered, reaching forwards and rubbing Brian’s cock through his pants. Brian bit his lip trying not to respond, knowing damn well that Justin had got him exactly where and how he wanted him. It was always the way and while Brian feigned a casual, fuck-them-all attitude, it was Justin’s very persistence and loyalty and yeah, the l-o-v-e word that had got him this far, though he would never admit it.
Brian raised an eyebrow at his determined lover as if challenging him to continue with his attempt at distraction, but to his regret Justin refused to play that game this evening and removed his hand with a little wave at Brian, turning his attention towards the dance floor once again. “There’s not much happening tonight, is there?” Justin muttered, casting a glance around the room.
Brian shrugged, a little pissed off with Justin’s tease. He smirked, his mood mercurial as always, as he spotted his next trick. He pushed away from the bar. “Depends what you’re looking for…or who."
Three hours later, when it seemed as though all Brian and Justin had been doing was playing ‘catch up’, driving each other to distraction with constant bantering and teasing, they silently agreed that enough was enough and they wanted each other. It was a private game they often played, waiting for one of them to give in to need and call time, though neither kept score.
Brian wrapped an arm about Justin’s shoulders, dragging him away from the dance floor and a disappointed partner with a whisper in his ear that tickled and burned. “It’s nearly three o’clock princess…pumpkin time.”
The cold air outside Babylon sobered them both quickly and hastened their progress towards the loft. They didn’t speak or touch, there was no need, both knew the other was ready and waiting for the moment when they entered their private world. All the tricking in the world couldn’t really give them what they needed, not right now, not here.
Brain and Justin entered the elevator and stood patiently, side by side, as it steadily climbed the floors. This was part of the game as well, that tortuous delaying of satisfaction until the very second they entered the loft and slid the door shut on the rest of the world. The only signs of their increasing desire were the covert, heated glances, the confident quirk of Brain's mouth and Justin’s pink tongue caught between his teeth.
They were almost there, a few seconds more, when the cage stopped with a judder.
“What the fuck…?” Brian rattled the elevator cage as if it would shift the extra three feet to the loft floor with a little gentle persuasion from him.
Justin frowned, then pushed the up and down buttons, first separately, then together.
“What do you think you’re doing? You’ll short it and then we’ll be here for even longer,” Brian snapped, reaching for his cell phone.
“That probably won’t work,” muttered Justin, looking up at the ceiling of the cage.
“It fucking well better, the amount I pay for…Shit. No signal.”
Justin giggled. “Come on, there must be an emergency line or something,” he said, looking at the elevator control panel. There were several buttons, but nothing that looked like an intercom or phone. “What about if I push this?” he said, poking the yellow one with a picture of a bell on the front. Nothing happened.
“Here, let me try that.” Brian pushed Justin out of the way and jabbed at the alarm button. “Fuck! Fuck, that’s the last time I pay my fucking maintenance charge!” He shook the cage bars harder this time; the elevator gave a sudden judder and dropped six inches.
“Jesus, Brian! Don’t do that!” yelled Justin, grabbing hold of his arm.
“Why not? It’s the only thing that’s got the damn thing to move!” he snarled and shook the cage again.
“Stop doing that! We‘ve got to stay calm!” Justin shrieked in panic and clutched at Brian even tighter, his nails digging into the jacket.
“I am calm. I am perfectly happy stuck in this fucking elevator. Because of course the last place I want to be is in my loft, balls deep in your ass, in my extremely comfortable and expensive bed.” Brian hissed through his teeth, and shrugged off Justin’s grip. He stepped back to the middle and stared upwards.
“I’ve already looked, there isn’t one,” Justin said with a sigh. “Too bad, I was looking forward to doing my ‘Mission Impossible’ act.”
Brian glared. “This is fucking insane, NO alarm bell, NO escape hatch, NO cell phone, what the fuck are we supposed to do?”
Justin sniggered. “Well, we have about three hours till the first people get up I would guess, IF there are any early risers among your neighbours. Until then, we will just have to find something to keep us from getting bored.” He edged closer to Brian and ran his fingers down the tense muscles of his chest, slipping them under his jacket and around his waist.
For a brief second Brian relaxed and began to nuzzle at the fair head that had come to rest against his shoulder but then he shook his head and pushed Justin away. “Is that ALL you think about? We are stuck in this fucking elevator and could be for fucking hours, now is NOT the fucking time for fucking!”
If Brian had suddenly started speaking in fluent Chinese, Justin would have been less shocked. “Wh…what? What did you say?”
“I said, ‘we are…’ “
“…Yeah, I heard what you said, but what did you…? Oh forget it. Look, it’s no big deal, we have a couple of bottles of water, condoms…” Justin felt his pockets. “Well, I haven’t, I must have used the last one…have you got any?”
Brian patted his jacket and the back of his jeans. “No. I was assuming in my naivety that I would be home in my loft by now.” He glared at Justin again. “And in any case, I said…”
“Yeah, I know. Now is not the time. Brian, are you feeling alright? You’re not feverish or sick or anything, are you? You look a little pale.” Justin reached out and touched the back of his hand to Brian’s forehead.
Brian took a step back. “For Chris’sakes Justin, what is this, ‘ER’ or something? No, I am NOT alright. I am trapped in a lift with a fucking sex maniac Florence fucking Nightingale, and I want to get out. NOW!” He thumped the control panel three times. It gave a sudden crackle and then belched out a wisp of acrid smoke.
Justin folded his arms and sighed. “Oh well done. That helped.”
As he spoke he realised he may have gone just a little too far. Brian pushed his fingers into his hair and began a furious pacing back and forth across the cage. “Just…just fuck off Justin!”
Justin bit his tongue but couldn’t stop the giggle. “Er…can’t do that…you’re stuck with me it seems.”
“I know I’m fucking stuck with a fucking stalker twink, that much is fucking obvious, so will you just shut the fuck up!”
Justin stared at the pale face, the clammy skin, heard the tremble in the voice…
“Brian…are you claustrophobic?”
“What…? What? Am I what? Oh that’s just peachy, first it’s your cute nurse impersonation, now its amateur psychiatrist is it? What are you going to do next, suggest it was because I was locked in a cupboard as a child?”
“Were you?”
Brian paused in his pacing to take a deep breath. He shook his head. “No. Thankfully that was one punishment Jack Kinney didn’t try. Who knows, if he had I might have been straightened out,” he muttered with an empty chuckle.
Justin moved over to stand close to Brian. “What a terrible loss that would have been,” he said softly, running soothing fingers over tense arms. Brian shivered and looked away. “Yeah…a great loss to demanding blond twinks.” But Justin’s gentle touch did relax and ground him and he smiled in spite of his nerves.
“So, are you claustrophobic?” persisted Justin.
“What the fuck…?” Brian removed Justin’s fingers with a scowl at his young lover and walked over to the door of the lift cage. He began to shake it and yell. “Hello, I don’t suppose any of you dear neighbours are awake yet? Get up you…!”
“…Brian, no! You can’t do that, it’s after four in the morning!”
“Exactly, which is why I want to be in my fucking loft!”
“Calm down, at the very worst it's probably only a couple more hours…”
“…A couple more hours too fucking long. What are you going to suggest next, a game of ‘I spy‘? ‘Twenty-Questions’? Shall I start then? First question, why the fuck are you still here? Oh, sorry I forgot I’m stuck with you,” complained Brian.
“It could be worse, you could be stuck with Emmett…or Ben, he’d make you meditate or something.” Justin sniggered at the look of horror that crossed Brian’s face and backed away from him with a cocky swagger of his hips. “You should be thankful you have me. Shall I distract you? I could. You could have your own…private…uninterrupted…floor show,” he said softly, unbuttoning his shirt a little more at each pause.
Justin could tell that he had caught Brian’s interest by the sudden heated look in his lover’s eyes and the tongue that darted out to lick his lips. So, Brian was claustrophobic, but wouldn’t admit it? Well then, it was just as well Justin was a persistent twink; he would take care of him.
“It’s such a pity we can’t fuck…that would pass the time…but then…no condoms,” Justin teased as he popped open the top button of his jeans. “…but then…maybe we could…?” Brian scowled and covered the ground between him and Justin in one, swift pace, grabbing at his wrist. “No! What did I tell you? NEVER let anyone…”
“…put anything inside me without a condom. Yeah, I know…but talking about it isn’t doing it…describing it isn’t…imagining you…hard…inside me isn’t…” Justin whispered seductively, leaning in to lick at Brian’s neck.
Brain hissed and jerked his head back, staring at Justin for a moment, then pushed him away. He moved to sit down on the floor against the side of the elevator and crossed his legs. “Ok…go on then. On with the show,” he said with a wave of his hand.
Justin laughed and spun away, taking a moment to prepare. When he turned back to face his lover his eyes were smouldering, intense and he licked his lips, leaving them wet and parted. He moved slowly, undoing the rest of his shirt buttons and slipping the soft blue cloth off his pale shoulders. “You would come home, to the loft…I’d be waiting for you, you’d have had a bad day…you’d be frustrated…wired. You’d go into the bedroom, change out of your suit and into jeans…you wouldn’t bother with a shirt…and I would follow you. We wouldn’t talk. You’d know what we both wanted…needed. I’d drop my shirt and undo my jeans…and you’d reach out and push them down.” Justin eased his pants over his hips leaving them low on his thighs. Brian swallowed and shifted slightly on the floor. “Go on.”
Justin stifled a grin and continued with his description. “I’d lean into you, wanting you to touch me…taste me and you would, you’d push me back onto the bed and hold me there for a moment, just breathing…smelling me, my need. Then you’d take off your pants and cover me on the bed. Your weight would feel so good, would ground me…make me feel safe, and our skin touching would soothe us both until we both got too wound up and horny to lie still any more and we would rock together, pushing against each other.” Justin rubbed his hands over his chest, stomach and thighs, and began to moan softly. Brian popped the top button of his jeans and shifted position again, his head falling back against the cage. Justin paused and raised an eyebrow at Brian expectantly, his lover swallowed and nodded in response. “Go…on.”
Justin laughed softly. He reached down, gently playing with his cock and balls, making himself hard. Brian cursed under his breath and pushed his own zip down, matching Justin’s movements. “We’d both be desperate…wet…so hard…we’d rub together and kiss. You taste amazing Brian…always so hot…Beam ‘n cigarettes ‘n toothpaste ‘n…you…and your tongue, it’s so strong…it takes and takes from me…strips me bare.” Justin sighed and gripped his length firmly, stroking himself with a steady rhythm. “We’d keep on doing that until we couldn’t stand it anymore…we’d wanna fuck.”
“Yeah…” Brian breathed, his eyes darkening with pent up lust.
“You’d turn me over, onto my back and hitch my legs up onto your shoulders…like the first time…but that would be the only thing that would be the same. You wouldn’t ask me to put on a condom…you wouldn’t grab the lube…it would just be us. You’d rub your cock up and down my crack, over my hole, again and again until I was wet and slippery with your come, and then you’d just slide inside…smooth…hard…hot…” Justin stretched to push his fingers inside himself and whimpered, arching his body into his own fist, impaling himself back and forth.
“Jesus,” moaned Brian, his hand moving quickly.
“I’d just feel you…nothing but you. It would pinch a bit, without any lube, but I wouldn’t care, just to know that there was nothing between us. God, Brian…you’d move, slowly…in and out…there would just be the smell of us…of sex…of sweat…I’d feel every inch of you, you’d feel every inch of me. I’d feel you as you got harder and harder inside me, and every time you hit me right I’d moan, and you’d know it too, you’d feel it with nothing between us. I’d reach down and touch you as you fucked me, feeling you pushing in…your skin, with nothing between us…raw…and you’d groan…”
Brian groaned, loudly.
“…and then…oh God, then you’d come…and I’d feel it, really feel it, your cock would slip in and out, faster and faster and then you’d yell and stay put as you filled me.” Justin shuddered and bucked into his fingers, his own words bringing him to climax. “Ah, Brian!”
Brian hissed and came at the same time, his head full of the erotic images Justin had painted; both of them struggled to control their gasps and moans as they came down from their post orgasmic high, then Brian reached out a hand. “C’mere.”
Justin wiped his fingers on his jeans, hitched them back around his hips and collapsed on the floor close to Brian. “Well?” he said with a smirk.
“Well what, you little shit?” Brian muttered, pulling Justin close.
“Did I distract you?” Justin leaned in to kiss Brain’s neck and tease his ear.
“What do you think? Yeah, you did, and ruined a pair of my jeans as well. Full marks,” he replied with a scowl and pulled a face at his sticky fingers.
Justin giggled. “They’ll wash.”
The sound of a door opening down below brought Brian to his feet. “Hey down there, call maintenance…we’re stuck!” Justin quickly tucked himself in and zipped up his jeans, trying not to look as though he had just jerked off in the elevator as the heavy footsteps climbed the stairs.
“Why Mr Kinney, what are you doing here this early? It’s been a long time since our paths have crossed…long time no see, how are you doing?”
Justin rubbed his mouth, trying not to grin as he watched Brian trying to be polite and patient with the old guy who lived on the ground floor. “I’m doing fine, thanks. But the elevator is stuck. Could you just call the j…?”
“…the elevator is stuck? Hold right there, I’ll just go call the janitor,” the elderly man said and began his slow descent to his own apartment.
Three quarters of an hour later, after Brian had heard all the details of the neighbour’s grandchildren while Justin had successfully stifled his giggles, the maintenance guy came and they were released from their prison.
Brian dragged Justin into the loft and slammed the door behind them. “I never, ever want to get in that fucking elevator again,” he grouched, stripping off his tired clothes as he made his way to the shower.
“Oh I don’t know, it had its advantages,” said Justin as he joined him. “We can at least say we fucked raw…sort of.”
Brian grabbed hold of Justin and spun him round, pushing him against the shower wall. “Yeah…but now we’re gonna use one of these,” he said, tearing open the little square of foil with his teeth.
Justin sighed with pleasure as Brian pushed in him, the warm water soothing away their tiredness. “Feels good.”
“Yeah, and who knows…one day…when you’ve seen what the world has to offer…”
Justin smiled and arched into Brian. “Yeah…one day…”
Written By: sildil
Timeline: Post Season Two
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Genre: Humour, PWP, Claustrophobia
Go Ahead
PUSH YOUR LUCK
"Go ahead, push your luck,
Find out how much love the world can hold"
“Look, will you quit following me, you little twink and go and find someone your own age to stalk?” Brian glared at the persistent fair-haired brat and waved a hand in the general direction of …well, anywhere really, just so long as it wasn’t four paces behind him.
Justin glanced away, hiding a smirk. “And what do you think you are laughing at?” Brian said, turning his attention to his…his whatever.
“Nothing…”
They both watched the young boy as he headed back into the mass of dancers and was lost in the throng.
“You were a bit harsh you know…he only wanted a fuck from the great Brian Kinney,” teased Justin, rubbing the back of Brian’s neck as they stood at the bar.
“Yeah. Exactly. I’m not some sort of ‘right of passage’ trophy.”
Justin giggled. “Well this twink certainly enjoyed it and I wouldn’t have minded you on my bedroom shelf. I would have taken you out and polished you frequently,” he whispered, reaching forwards and rubbing Brian’s cock through his pants. Brian bit his lip trying not to respond, knowing damn well that Justin had got him exactly where and how he wanted him. It was always the way and while Brian feigned a casual, fuck-them-all attitude, it was Justin’s very persistence and loyalty and yeah, the l-o-v-e word that had got him this far, though he would never admit it.
Brian raised an eyebrow at his determined lover as if challenging him to continue with his attempt at distraction, but to his regret Justin refused to play that game this evening and removed his hand with a little wave at Brian, turning his attention towards the dance floor once again. “There’s not much happening tonight, is there?” Justin muttered, casting a glance around the room.
Brian shrugged, a little pissed off with Justin’s tease. He smirked, his mood mercurial as always, as he spotted his next trick. He pushed away from the bar. “Depends what you’re looking for…or who."
Three hours later, when it seemed as though all Brian and Justin had been doing was playing ‘catch up’, driving each other to distraction with constant bantering and teasing, they silently agreed that enough was enough and they wanted each other. It was a private game they often played, waiting for one of them to give in to need and call time, though neither kept score.
Brian wrapped an arm about Justin’s shoulders, dragging him away from the dance floor and a disappointed partner with a whisper in his ear that tickled and burned. “It’s nearly three o’clock princess…pumpkin time.”
The cold air outside Babylon sobered them both quickly and hastened their progress towards the loft. They didn’t speak or touch, there was no need, both knew the other was ready and waiting for the moment when they entered their private world. All the tricking in the world couldn’t really give them what they needed, not right now, not here.
Brain and Justin entered the elevator and stood patiently, side by side, as it steadily climbed the floors. This was part of the game as well, that tortuous delaying of satisfaction until the very second they entered the loft and slid the door shut on the rest of the world. The only signs of their increasing desire were the covert, heated glances, the confident quirk of Brain's mouth and Justin’s pink tongue caught between his teeth.
They were almost there, a few seconds more, when the cage stopped with a judder.
“What the fuck…?” Brian rattled the elevator cage as if it would shift the extra three feet to the loft floor with a little gentle persuasion from him.
Justin frowned, then pushed the up and down buttons, first separately, then together.
“What do you think you’re doing? You’ll short it and then we’ll be here for even longer,” Brian snapped, reaching for his cell phone.
“That probably won’t work,” muttered Justin, looking up at the ceiling of the cage.
“It fucking well better, the amount I pay for…Shit. No signal.”
Justin giggled. “Come on, there must be an emergency line or something,” he said, looking at the elevator control panel. There were several buttons, but nothing that looked like an intercom or phone. “What about if I push this?” he said, poking the yellow one with a picture of a bell on the front. Nothing happened.
“Here, let me try that.” Brian pushed Justin out of the way and jabbed at the alarm button. “Fuck! Fuck, that’s the last time I pay my fucking maintenance charge!” He shook the cage bars harder this time; the elevator gave a sudden judder and dropped six inches.
“Jesus, Brian! Don’t do that!” yelled Justin, grabbing hold of his arm.
“Why not? It’s the only thing that’s got the damn thing to move!” he snarled and shook the cage again.
“Stop doing that! We‘ve got to stay calm!” Justin shrieked in panic and clutched at Brian even tighter, his nails digging into the jacket.
“I am calm. I am perfectly happy stuck in this fucking elevator. Because of course the last place I want to be is in my loft, balls deep in your ass, in my extremely comfortable and expensive bed.” Brian hissed through his teeth, and shrugged off Justin’s grip. He stepped back to the middle and stared upwards.
“I’ve already looked, there isn’t one,” Justin said with a sigh. “Too bad, I was looking forward to doing my ‘Mission Impossible’ act.”
Brian glared. “This is fucking insane, NO alarm bell, NO escape hatch, NO cell phone, what the fuck are we supposed to do?”
Justin sniggered. “Well, we have about three hours till the first people get up I would guess, IF there are any early risers among your neighbours. Until then, we will just have to find something to keep us from getting bored.” He edged closer to Brian and ran his fingers down the tense muscles of his chest, slipping them under his jacket and around his waist.
For a brief second Brian relaxed and began to nuzzle at the fair head that had come to rest against his shoulder but then he shook his head and pushed Justin away. “Is that ALL you think about? We are stuck in this fucking elevator and could be for fucking hours, now is NOT the fucking time for fucking!”
If Brian had suddenly started speaking in fluent Chinese, Justin would have been less shocked. “Wh…what? What did you say?”
“I said, ‘we are…’ “
“…Yeah, I heard what you said, but what did you…? Oh forget it. Look, it’s no big deal, we have a couple of bottles of water, condoms…” Justin felt his pockets. “Well, I haven’t, I must have used the last one…have you got any?”
Brian patted his jacket and the back of his jeans. “No. I was assuming in my naivety that I would be home in my loft by now.” He glared at Justin again. “And in any case, I said…”
“Yeah, I know. Now is not the time. Brian, are you feeling alright? You’re not feverish or sick or anything, are you? You look a little pale.” Justin reached out and touched the back of his hand to Brian’s forehead.
Brian took a step back. “For Chris’sakes Justin, what is this, ‘ER’ or something? No, I am NOT alright. I am trapped in a lift with a fucking sex maniac Florence fucking Nightingale, and I want to get out. NOW!” He thumped the control panel three times. It gave a sudden crackle and then belched out a wisp of acrid smoke.
Justin folded his arms and sighed. “Oh well done. That helped.”
As he spoke he realised he may have gone just a little too far. Brian pushed his fingers into his hair and began a furious pacing back and forth across the cage. “Just…just fuck off Justin!”
Justin bit his tongue but couldn’t stop the giggle. “Er…can’t do that…you’re stuck with me it seems.”
“I know I’m fucking stuck with a fucking stalker twink, that much is fucking obvious, so will you just shut the fuck up!”
Justin stared at the pale face, the clammy skin, heard the tremble in the voice…
“Brian…are you claustrophobic?”
“What…? What? Am I what? Oh that’s just peachy, first it’s your cute nurse impersonation, now its amateur psychiatrist is it? What are you going to do next, suggest it was because I was locked in a cupboard as a child?”
“Were you?”
Brian paused in his pacing to take a deep breath. He shook his head. “No. Thankfully that was one punishment Jack Kinney didn’t try. Who knows, if he had I might have been straightened out,” he muttered with an empty chuckle.
Justin moved over to stand close to Brian. “What a terrible loss that would have been,” he said softly, running soothing fingers over tense arms. Brian shivered and looked away. “Yeah…a great loss to demanding blond twinks.” But Justin’s gentle touch did relax and ground him and he smiled in spite of his nerves.
“So, are you claustrophobic?” persisted Justin.
“What the fuck…?” Brian removed Justin’s fingers with a scowl at his young lover and walked over to the door of the lift cage. He began to shake it and yell. “Hello, I don’t suppose any of you dear neighbours are awake yet? Get up you…!”
“…Brian, no! You can’t do that, it’s after four in the morning!”
“Exactly, which is why I want to be in my fucking loft!”
“Calm down, at the very worst it's probably only a couple more hours…”
“…A couple more hours too fucking long. What are you going to suggest next, a game of ‘I spy‘? ‘Twenty-Questions’? Shall I start then? First question, why the fuck are you still here? Oh, sorry I forgot I’m stuck with you,” complained Brian.
“It could be worse, you could be stuck with Emmett…or Ben, he’d make you meditate or something.” Justin sniggered at the look of horror that crossed Brian’s face and backed away from him with a cocky swagger of his hips. “You should be thankful you have me. Shall I distract you? I could. You could have your own…private…uninterrupted…floor show,” he said softly, unbuttoning his shirt a little more at each pause.
Justin could tell that he had caught Brian’s interest by the sudden heated look in his lover’s eyes and the tongue that darted out to lick his lips. So, Brian was claustrophobic, but wouldn’t admit it? Well then, it was just as well Justin was a persistent twink; he would take care of him.
“It’s such a pity we can’t fuck…that would pass the time…but then…no condoms,” Justin teased as he popped open the top button of his jeans. “…but then…maybe we could…?” Brian scowled and covered the ground between him and Justin in one, swift pace, grabbing at his wrist. “No! What did I tell you? NEVER let anyone…”
“…put anything inside me without a condom. Yeah, I know…but talking about it isn’t doing it…describing it isn’t…imagining you…hard…inside me isn’t…” Justin whispered seductively, leaning in to lick at Brian’s neck.
Brain hissed and jerked his head back, staring at Justin for a moment, then pushed him away. He moved to sit down on the floor against the side of the elevator and crossed his legs. “Ok…go on then. On with the show,” he said with a wave of his hand.
Justin laughed and spun away, taking a moment to prepare. When he turned back to face his lover his eyes were smouldering, intense and he licked his lips, leaving them wet and parted. He moved slowly, undoing the rest of his shirt buttons and slipping the soft blue cloth off his pale shoulders. “You would come home, to the loft…I’d be waiting for you, you’d have had a bad day…you’d be frustrated…wired. You’d go into the bedroom, change out of your suit and into jeans…you wouldn’t bother with a shirt…and I would follow you. We wouldn’t talk. You’d know what we both wanted…needed. I’d drop my shirt and undo my jeans…and you’d reach out and push them down.” Justin eased his pants over his hips leaving them low on his thighs. Brian swallowed and shifted slightly on the floor. “Go on.”
Justin stifled a grin and continued with his description. “I’d lean into you, wanting you to touch me…taste me and you would, you’d push me back onto the bed and hold me there for a moment, just breathing…smelling me, my need. Then you’d take off your pants and cover me on the bed. Your weight would feel so good, would ground me…make me feel safe, and our skin touching would soothe us both until we both got too wound up and horny to lie still any more and we would rock together, pushing against each other.” Justin rubbed his hands over his chest, stomach and thighs, and began to moan softly. Brian popped the top button of his jeans and shifted position again, his head falling back against the cage. Justin paused and raised an eyebrow at Brian expectantly, his lover swallowed and nodded in response. “Go…on.”
Justin laughed softly. He reached down, gently playing with his cock and balls, making himself hard. Brian cursed under his breath and pushed his own zip down, matching Justin’s movements. “We’d both be desperate…wet…so hard…we’d rub together and kiss. You taste amazing Brian…always so hot…Beam ‘n cigarettes ‘n toothpaste ‘n…you…and your tongue, it’s so strong…it takes and takes from me…strips me bare.” Justin sighed and gripped his length firmly, stroking himself with a steady rhythm. “We’d keep on doing that until we couldn’t stand it anymore…we’d wanna fuck.”
“Yeah…” Brian breathed, his eyes darkening with pent up lust.
“You’d turn me over, onto my back and hitch my legs up onto your shoulders…like the first time…but that would be the only thing that would be the same. You wouldn’t ask me to put on a condom…you wouldn’t grab the lube…it would just be us. You’d rub your cock up and down my crack, over my hole, again and again until I was wet and slippery with your come, and then you’d just slide inside…smooth…hard…hot…” Justin stretched to push his fingers inside himself and whimpered, arching his body into his own fist, impaling himself back and forth.
“Jesus,” moaned Brian, his hand moving quickly.
“I’d just feel you…nothing but you. It would pinch a bit, without any lube, but I wouldn’t care, just to know that there was nothing between us. God, Brian…you’d move, slowly…in and out…there would just be the smell of us…of sex…of sweat…I’d feel every inch of you, you’d feel every inch of me. I’d feel you as you got harder and harder inside me, and every time you hit me right I’d moan, and you’d know it too, you’d feel it with nothing between us. I’d reach down and touch you as you fucked me, feeling you pushing in…your skin, with nothing between us…raw…and you’d groan…”
Brian groaned, loudly.
“…and then…oh God, then you’d come…and I’d feel it, really feel it, your cock would slip in and out, faster and faster and then you’d yell and stay put as you filled me.” Justin shuddered and bucked into his fingers, his own words bringing him to climax. “Ah, Brian!”
Brian hissed and came at the same time, his head full of the erotic images Justin had painted; both of them struggled to control their gasps and moans as they came down from their post orgasmic high, then Brian reached out a hand. “C’mere.”
Justin wiped his fingers on his jeans, hitched them back around his hips and collapsed on the floor close to Brian. “Well?” he said with a smirk.
“Well what, you little shit?” Brian muttered, pulling Justin close.
“Did I distract you?” Justin leaned in to kiss Brain’s neck and tease his ear.
“What do you think? Yeah, you did, and ruined a pair of my jeans as well. Full marks,” he replied with a scowl and pulled a face at his sticky fingers.
Justin giggled. “They’ll wash.”
The sound of a door opening down below brought Brian to his feet. “Hey down there, call maintenance…we’re stuck!” Justin quickly tucked himself in and zipped up his jeans, trying not to look as though he had just jerked off in the elevator as the heavy footsteps climbed the stairs.
“Why Mr Kinney, what are you doing here this early? It’s been a long time since our paths have crossed…long time no see, how are you doing?”
Justin rubbed his mouth, trying not to grin as he watched Brian trying to be polite and patient with the old guy who lived on the ground floor. “I’m doing fine, thanks. But the elevator is stuck. Could you just call the j…?”
“…the elevator is stuck? Hold right there, I’ll just go call the janitor,” the elderly man said and began his slow descent to his own apartment.
Three quarters of an hour later, after Brian had heard all the details of the neighbour’s grandchildren while Justin had successfully stifled his giggles, the maintenance guy came and they were released from their prison.
Brian dragged Justin into the loft and slammed the door behind them. “I never, ever want to get in that fucking elevator again,” he grouched, stripping off his tired clothes as he made his way to the shower.
“Oh I don’t know, it had its advantages,” said Justin as he joined him. “We can at least say we fucked raw…sort of.”
Brian grabbed hold of Justin and spun him round, pushing him against the shower wall. “Yeah…but now we’re gonna use one of these,” he said, tearing open the little square of foil with his teeth.
Justin sighed with pleasure as Brian pushed in him, the warm water soothing away their tiredness. “Feels good.”
“Yeah, and who knows…one day…when you’ve seen what the world has to offer…”
Justin smiled and arched into Brian. “Yeah…one day…”