The One Where Brian Loses All His Clothes In A Poker Game
Author: marishna
Author's Note: Set post 214, pre-217ish. It turned into a pre-breakup sort of piece, something I didn’t expect.
Dare: Everyone's playing strip poker - it could be at Deb's, Brian's, Woody's, doesn't matter - and for the most part, everyone is also only half undressed. Justin however, is still completely clothed, while all that Brian has left on are underwear and socks.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit
Brian Kinney hated losing.
Everyone knew it. Michael had found out in high school while playing a particularly brutal game of Monopoly. He had managed to take all the best properties and Brian kept landing on them over and over (set up with hotels, none the less) and was bankrupted in less than an hour. Brian and Mikey never played Monopoly again.
If Brian’s team lost a soccer game in high school to another school’s team Brian would take it almost personally sometimes. He would brood, as only Brian Kinney could do- not talking to anyone and instead getting his dick sucked in the back room at Babylon.
Brian hated losing an account at work, hated the smug look that Ryder sometimes got, as if proving that Brian wasn’t the God of advertising that everyone thought he was. He really wasn’t, but he liked to think he was the next best thing, only in an Armani suit.
So when Brian found himself sitting around a card table in his loft in his next-to-nothings, and clearly with a losing hand yet again, he was not happy. The fact that Justin sat across from him, wearing a shit-eating grin and all of his clothing only compounded the situation.
“I call,” Justin announced, showing his cards with a flourish. Brian swore under his breath and threw his cards down on the table, revealing a pair of sevens, while Justin was holding a full house. Brian lowered his head to the table and swore more.
“Where did you learn to play poker?” Michael asked Justin, who had folded from the hand a few turns earlier. He sat back with Ben who decided to bow out of the game after losing his shirt, literally.
“Us country club brats can’t spend all of our time drinking and partying. So we learn how to best financially benefit from those around us,” Justin told him.
“You mean learning how to become a card shark,” Brian shot back, raising his head. Justin shrugged and grinned.
“Come on, what’s next then?” Emmett asked gleefully. It wasn’t very often that any of them got to see Brian Kinney down on his luck, especially to his “teenaged luhva”, as he had put it. Brian was not amused.
The night had started out innocently enough. Michael, Ted, Emmett and Ben had all come over to play a friendly game of poker. And then Justin had wanted to sit in, of course, saying he hadn’t played in awhile and offered his tip money from that week.
Justin had played under the radar, winning a few hands, losing a few hands but coming out somewhat ahead then when he had started the game. He’d casually mentioned the idea of strip poker and caught Brian’s eye, winking at him. Brian raised an eyebrow and declared the new stakes to be nakedness, figuring he’d be the winner in the long run.
Then the slaughter began. Justin had yet to remove one article of clothing, while everyone else sat around with shirts or pants, or both off, in Brian’s case.
He was not impressed.
“Well?” Ted asked, nodding at Brian. “What’ll it be? Going to go for the socks, play it safe- or -”
“Keep your dick in your pants, Theodore, seeing as how you still have yours on. I’m not getting naked in front of you people,” Brian said crossly. He reached down and pulled off one sock, held it up for all to see and pitched it into the ever-growing pile with his jeans, wife-beater, button-up and shoes.
“You’re not getting naked? Brian, when are you ever not naked? We’ve all seen you, believe me,” Michael laughed.
“Hey, where’s the other sock?” Emmett spoke up, looking under the table.
“Socks are two items of clothing. Two feet, two socks,” Brian protested.
“You took the shoes off as one item,” Ted pointed out. Ben and Michael wisely stayed quiet and snickered to themselves.
“He’s right, you know,” Justin piped up. Brian scowled at them both and yanked his other sock off violently.
Justin grinned. “Who’s turn is it to deal?”
“You’re going to go until I’m bare-assed on this chair, aren’t you?” Brian asked him.
“I like you when you’re bare-assed, what can I say? So, who’s deal?”
Ted’s eyes darted between Brian and Justin for a moment, staring at each other with clear challenge, and picked up the deck of cards.
Ted and Michael dropped out of the hand quickly, but Emmett stayed in it for a few turns, trying to egg Brian and Justin on. Finally he, too, withdrew and sat back to watch the final two battle it out.
“You know,” Brian finally said conversationally, staring at Justin over his cards. “We could make this interesting.”
“Brian, sex isn’t exactly an incentive here. We’re going to go fuck after everybody leaves anyway,” Justin told him. Brian rolled his eyes.
“I have a little more of a reward than that. For you, anyway. I figure your luck’s just about run out as it is.”
Justin put his cards down in front of him. “I’m listening.”
“Winner takes all,” Brian said. Justin scrunched his face up.
“Winner takes all? I don’t get it.”
“Winner. Takes. All,” Brian told him slowly. Justin stared at Brian, realization washing over him. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the others who were all staring at them, somewhat confused and more than a little shocked.
Justin was quiet for a moment, thinking over his odds and examining his cards. “You’re on.”
Brian grinned back at him and threw down to cards, asking for two more. He kept his face as emotionless as possible, watching as Justin only took one card.
“Ready?” Brian asked. Justin puffed out his cheeks and nodded once before spreading his cards out on the table.
Another full house.
Brian stared at the cards for a moment, at his own, then glanced at Justin’s anxious face. He placed his cards on the table and pushed back from the table with a loud groan. Michael’s mouth dropped open as the others started laughing.
“Well, well, well. I never thought I’d see the day. Boys, I think it’s time we leave the champion to his winnings,” Emmett teased. Brian shot him a dirty look but didn’t make any protestations. Brian may have hated losing but he wouldn’t put up a fuss about it.
Justin hesitantly said goodnight to the others as they got dressed and left, unsure of what would happen once the loft door shut behind them. He was sure they would be the topic of conversation tomorrow morning at the diner but that was the least of his concerns at the moment. He turned back to Brian nervously.
Brian stood up. “Come here.”
Justin walked around the table and stood in front of him, waiting to see what he would do. Brian leaned down and kissed him hard, winding an arm around his shoulders and pulling him flush to his body. Justin could feel Brian’s cock against his belly, hardening as their kiss grew more desperate.
They broke apart, breathing heavily, staring at each other almost warily. Justin opened his mouth to say something, not sure what.
“I-” Brian cut him off with another kiss.
He quickly stripped Justin of his clothing- finally-as they made their way to the bedroom. Justin pushed Brian’s briefs down his legs while kissing his neck, biting gently at his Adam’s Apple. Brian directed Justin backwards toward the closet door and crouched down, fondling his already hard cock. He leaned forward and licked the tip, causing Justin to jump.
“B-Brian. What are you doing?” he gasped out as Brian’s mouth ghosted over his length.
“What does it look like, Sunshine?” Brian replied and took the head of his cock into his mouth. Justin started again and pushed at Brian’s shoulders.
“I c-can’t, Brian. I don’t want- I don’t… I want to fuck you,” he managed to get out. Brian stood back up and pulled Justin to the bed, sprawling out across the mattress for him. Justin swallowed hard and followed him.
“You don’t have to do this, you know. It was just a stupid card game,” Justin told him.
“A deal is a deal, right? It’s not like I’ve never let you before,” Brian told him, reaching for a condom in the nightstand.
“But Brian-”
“Justin, it’s okay,” Brian glanced over to look him in the eye. “Seriously.”
Justin nodded and caught the condom that Brian flung his way. He crawled up the bed to find the lube and shivered as Brian ran his hand down his back.
“Just go carefully,” Brian told him, kissing him quickly before he rolled onto his stomach. Justin took a deep breath and opened the condom, rolling the latex onto his aching cock. Justin had topped Brian only once before, recently, and that had been a spontaneous moment too, but this time it was Brian’s challenge, Brian’s decision.
Justin kissed a trail down Brian’s spine until he reached the swell of his buttocks. He lubed up a couple fingers and gently began stretching him, until Brian started to push back against his hand. Justin started to add another finger but Brian gasped and demanded he get on with it as he moved onto his knees. Justin sat back and reached out to roll Brian over instead.
“If I only ever get to do this by winning something I want to do it right this time. I might not get another chance,” Justin explained, somewhat jokingly. Brian wasn’t quite sure what to say to that so he just nodded and raised his legs as Justin got in position between them.
He guided his cock as he gently pushed into Brian, leaning his head against his raised leg with a groan. Brian watched him closely as Justin’s eyes fluttered closed, his teeth bit down on his lip, he fought for control over his body and restrained himself from bucking upwards.
“This is- oh god… it’s so much dif- different than last time. You’re s-so tight,” Justin ground out, pausing to let them both adjust. He started moving, slowly, not wanting it be over before it even started. Brian let one of his hands drift down his belly to pull at his cock. Justin covered it with one of his own hands and stroked with him, their fingers sliding together in time with his thrusts.
Justin concentrated on his thrusts, angling them in different ways, watching Brian’s expression change each time until he found the one that made the other man gasp and his eyes open to settle on him intensely. His other hand was grasping one of Brian’s legs, holding on tight as he moved faster. Justin could feel himself becoming out of control already, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breathing speeding up, their bodies slapping together noisily as Brian met his thrusts.
Justin continued to stroke Brian’s cock with him, rubbing his thumb over the head on every other pass. He could hear Brian’s soft grunts every time he slammed against him, growing louder as they each grew closer. Justin could feel every movement inside Brian and that became his very undoing as Brian tightened around Justin’s cock, determined to make him come first.
Justin gasped out once and jerked, his hand going slack around Brian’s cock as he was overwhelmed with the feeling of being surrounded, covered by Brian . He continued jerking himself until the sight of Justin- eyes half open, mouth parted with a soft sheen of sweat all over him sent him over the edge. They both collapsed in a messy heap, harsh breath and sticky skin all around them.
Justin finally roused himself enough to pull out carefully and roll to the side, running a hand over his face tiredly. Brian fumbled for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a cloth, wiping himself up as best as he could before tossing it over the side of the bed. Justin managed to tie the condom off and throw it in the garbage can, then rolled over to slump against Brian’s side.
Brian thought of making a joke about not being a sore loser (although he might be in the morning) but when he looked at Justin, quiet and calm as if deep in thought, he kept silent. He waited for Justin to say something, anything, but nothing came except sleep.
The next morning Brian padded to the living room quietly, not wanting to wake Justin. He was picking up the empty beer bottles and glasses from the night before when his gaze fell on the cards they’d abandoned. Justin’s full house still lay on the table, presented in all it’s winning glory. Brian sat down and turned his own last hand over that hadn’t been revealed.
Four kings. A hand that beats a full house.
He quickly shuffled all the cards together and put them away in the desk drawer and continued picking up the empties. He finished his tidying and returned to bed a few minutes later, pondering a rematch with Justin sometime soon. After all, he had to try to break his losing streak. He looked over at Justin who was still asleep, totally oblivious.
And Brian Kinney hated losing.
Author's Note: Set post 214, pre-217ish. It turned into a pre-breakup sort of piece, something I didn’t expect.
Dare: Everyone's playing strip poker - it could be at Deb's, Brian's, Woody's, doesn't matter - and for the most part, everyone is also only half undressed. Justin however, is still completely clothed, while all that Brian has left on are underwear and socks.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit
Brian Kinney hated losing.
Everyone knew it. Michael had found out in high school while playing a particularly brutal game of Monopoly. He had managed to take all the best properties and Brian kept landing on them over and over (set up with hotels, none the less) and was bankrupted in less than an hour. Brian and Mikey never played Monopoly again.
If Brian’s team lost a soccer game in high school to another school’s team Brian would take it almost personally sometimes. He would brood, as only Brian Kinney could do- not talking to anyone and instead getting his dick sucked in the back room at Babylon.
Brian hated losing an account at work, hated the smug look that Ryder sometimes got, as if proving that Brian wasn’t the God of advertising that everyone thought he was. He really wasn’t, but he liked to think he was the next best thing, only in an Armani suit.
So when Brian found himself sitting around a card table in his loft in his next-to-nothings, and clearly with a losing hand yet again, he was not happy. The fact that Justin sat across from him, wearing a shit-eating grin and all of his clothing only compounded the situation.
“I call,” Justin announced, showing his cards with a flourish. Brian swore under his breath and threw his cards down on the table, revealing a pair of sevens, while Justin was holding a full house. Brian lowered his head to the table and swore more.
“Where did you learn to play poker?” Michael asked Justin, who had folded from the hand a few turns earlier. He sat back with Ben who decided to bow out of the game after losing his shirt, literally.
“Us country club brats can’t spend all of our time drinking and partying. So we learn how to best financially benefit from those around us,” Justin told him.
“You mean learning how to become a card shark,” Brian shot back, raising his head. Justin shrugged and grinned.
“Come on, what’s next then?” Emmett asked gleefully. It wasn’t very often that any of them got to see Brian Kinney down on his luck, especially to his “teenaged luhva”, as he had put it. Brian was not amused.
The night had started out innocently enough. Michael, Ted, Emmett and Ben had all come over to play a friendly game of poker. And then Justin had wanted to sit in, of course, saying he hadn’t played in awhile and offered his tip money from that week.
Justin had played under the radar, winning a few hands, losing a few hands but coming out somewhat ahead then when he had started the game. He’d casually mentioned the idea of strip poker and caught Brian’s eye, winking at him. Brian raised an eyebrow and declared the new stakes to be nakedness, figuring he’d be the winner in the long run.
Then the slaughter began. Justin had yet to remove one article of clothing, while everyone else sat around with shirts or pants, or both off, in Brian’s case.
He was not impressed.
“Well?” Ted asked, nodding at Brian. “What’ll it be? Going to go for the socks, play it safe- or -”
“Keep your dick in your pants, Theodore, seeing as how you still have yours on. I’m not getting naked in front of you people,” Brian said crossly. He reached down and pulled off one sock, held it up for all to see and pitched it into the ever-growing pile with his jeans, wife-beater, button-up and shoes.
“You’re not getting naked? Brian, when are you ever not naked? We’ve all seen you, believe me,” Michael laughed.
“Hey, where’s the other sock?” Emmett spoke up, looking under the table.
“Socks are two items of clothing. Two feet, two socks,” Brian protested.
“You took the shoes off as one item,” Ted pointed out. Ben and Michael wisely stayed quiet and snickered to themselves.
“He’s right, you know,” Justin piped up. Brian scowled at them both and yanked his other sock off violently.
Justin grinned. “Who’s turn is it to deal?”
“You’re going to go until I’m bare-assed on this chair, aren’t you?” Brian asked him.
“I like you when you’re bare-assed, what can I say? So, who’s deal?”
Ted’s eyes darted between Brian and Justin for a moment, staring at each other with clear challenge, and picked up the deck of cards.
Ted and Michael dropped out of the hand quickly, but Emmett stayed in it for a few turns, trying to egg Brian and Justin on. Finally he, too, withdrew and sat back to watch the final two battle it out.
“You know,” Brian finally said conversationally, staring at Justin over his cards. “We could make this interesting.”
“Brian, sex isn’t exactly an incentive here. We’re going to go fuck after everybody leaves anyway,” Justin told him. Brian rolled his eyes.
“I have a little more of a reward than that. For you, anyway. I figure your luck’s just about run out as it is.”
Justin put his cards down in front of him. “I’m listening.”
“Winner takes all,” Brian said. Justin scrunched his face up.
“Winner takes all? I don’t get it.”
“Winner. Takes. All,” Brian told him slowly. Justin stared at Brian, realization washing over him. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the others who were all staring at them, somewhat confused and more than a little shocked.
Justin was quiet for a moment, thinking over his odds and examining his cards. “You’re on.”
Brian grinned back at him and threw down to cards, asking for two more. He kept his face as emotionless as possible, watching as Justin only took one card.
“Ready?” Brian asked. Justin puffed out his cheeks and nodded once before spreading his cards out on the table.
Another full house.
Brian stared at the cards for a moment, at his own, then glanced at Justin’s anxious face. He placed his cards on the table and pushed back from the table with a loud groan. Michael’s mouth dropped open as the others started laughing.
“Well, well, well. I never thought I’d see the day. Boys, I think it’s time we leave the champion to his winnings,” Emmett teased. Brian shot him a dirty look but didn’t make any protestations. Brian may have hated losing but he wouldn’t put up a fuss about it.
Justin hesitantly said goodnight to the others as they got dressed and left, unsure of what would happen once the loft door shut behind them. He was sure they would be the topic of conversation tomorrow morning at the diner but that was the least of his concerns at the moment. He turned back to Brian nervously.
Brian stood up. “Come here.”
Justin walked around the table and stood in front of him, waiting to see what he would do. Brian leaned down and kissed him hard, winding an arm around his shoulders and pulling him flush to his body. Justin could feel Brian’s cock against his belly, hardening as their kiss grew more desperate.
They broke apart, breathing heavily, staring at each other almost warily. Justin opened his mouth to say something, not sure what.
“I-” Brian cut him off with another kiss.
He quickly stripped Justin of his clothing- finally-as they made their way to the bedroom. Justin pushed Brian’s briefs down his legs while kissing his neck, biting gently at his Adam’s Apple. Brian directed Justin backwards toward the closet door and crouched down, fondling his already hard cock. He leaned forward and licked the tip, causing Justin to jump.
“B-Brian. What are you doing?” he gasped out as Brian’s mouth ghosted over his length.
“What does it look like, Sunshine?” Brian replied and took the head of his cock into his mouth. Justin started again and pushed at Brian’s shoulders.
“I c-can’t, Brian. I don’t want- I don’t… I want to fuck you,” he managed to get out. Brian stood back up and pulled Justin to the bed, sprawling out across the mattress for him. Justin swallowed hard and followed him.
“You don’t have to do this, you know. It was just a stupid card game,” Justin told him.
“A deal is a deal, right? It’s not like I’ve never let you before,” Brian told him, reaching for a condom in the nightstand.
“But Brian-”
“Justin, it’s okay,” Brian glanced over to look him in the eye. “Seriously.”
Justin nodded and caught the condom that Brian flung his way. He crawled up the bed to find the lube and shivered as Brian ran his hand down his back.
“Just go carefully,” Brian told him, kissing him quickly before he rolled onto his stomach. Justin took a deep breath and opened the condom, rolling the latex onto his aching cock. Justin had topped Brian only once before, recently, and that had been a spontaneous moment too, but this time it was Brian’s challenge, Brian’s decision.
Justin kissed a trail down Brian’s spine until he reached the swell of his buttocks. He lubed up a couple fingers and gently began stretching him, until Brian started to push back against his hand. Justin started to add another finger but Brian gasped and demanded he get on with it as he moved onto his knees. Justin sat back and reached out to roll Brian over instead.
“If I only ever get to do this by winning something I want to do it right this time. I might not get another chance,” Justin explained, somewhat jokingly. Brian wasn’t quite sure what to say to that so he just nodded and raised his legs as Justin got in position between them.
He guided his cock as he gently pushed into Brian, leaning his head against his raised leg with a groan. Brian watched him closely as Justin’s eyes fluttered closed, his teeth bit down on his lip, he fought for control over his body and restrained himself from bucking upwards.
“This is- oh god… it’s so much dif- different than last time. You’re s-so tight,” Justin ground out, pausing to let them both adjust. He started moving, slowly, not wanting it be over before it even started. Brian let one of his hands drift down his belly to pull at his cock. Justin covered it with one of his own hands and stroked with him, their fingers sliding together in time with his thrusts.
Justin concentrated on his thrusts, angling them in different ways, watching Brian’s expression change each time until he found the one that made the other man gasp and his eyes open to settle on him intensely. His other hand was grasping one of Brian’s legs, holding on tight as he moved faster. Justin could feel himself becoming out of control already, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breathing speeding up, their bodies slapping together noisily as Brian met his thrusts.
Justin continued to stroke Brian’s cock with him, rubbing his thumb over the head on every other pass. He could hear Brian’s soft grunts every time he slammed against him, growing louder as they each grew closer. Justin could feel every movement inside Brian and that became his very undoing as Brian tightened around Justin’s cock, determined to make him come first.
Justin gasped out once and jerked, his hand going slack around Brian’s cock as he was overwhelmed with the feeling of being surrounded, covered by Brian . He continued jerking himself until the sight of Justin- eyes half open, mouth parted with a soft sheen of sweat all over him sent him over the edge. They both collapsed in a messy heap, harsh breath and sticky skin all around them.
Justin finally roused himself enough to pull out carefully and roll to the side, running a hand over his face tiredly. Brian fumbled for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a cloth, wiping himself up as best as he could before tossing it over the side of the bed. Justin managed to tie the condom off and throw it in the garbage can, then rolled over to slump against Brian’s side.
Brian thought of making a joke about not being a sore loser (although he might be in the morning) but when he looked at Justin, quiet and calm as if deep in thought, he kept silent. He waited for Justin to say something, anything, but nothing came except sleep.
The next morning Brian padded to the living room quietly, not wanting to wake Justin. He was picking up the empty beer bottles and glasses from the night before when his gaze fell on the cards they’d abandoned. Justin’s full house still lay on the table, presented in all it’s winning glory. Brian sat down and turned his own last hand over that hadn’t been revealed.
Four kings. A hand that beats a full house.
He quickly shuffled all the cards together and put them away in the desk drawer and continued picking up the empties. He finished his tidying and returned to bed a few minutes later, pondering a rematch with Justin sometime soon. After all, he had to try to break his losing streak. He looked over at Justin who was still asleep, totally oblivious.
And Brian Kinney hated losing.