Butt Flatness and Bathroom Fun (NC-17; Brian/Justin)
Title: Butt Flatness and Bathroom Fun
Author: Etharei
Timeline: indeterminate, though most appropriate to late S4 - early S5
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP and B/J silliness
Disclaimer: Queer as Folk and all the characters and situations featured therein are the property of Showtime, Cowlip Productions and their affiliates. I’m only borrowing them for purely non-profit, recreational purposes, and promise to replenish the condom and lube supply when I’m done.
Summary: Justin thinks that his butt looks flatter. SUCH ANGST.
Author's Note: Written for xie-xie-xie, in heartfelt thanks. Also happened to coincide with her (and Lucy Lawless') birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIE!!! (Originally posted HERE.)
Brian stepped out of the steam-filled shower stall to see Justin with his back towards the mirror and his head turned at an awkward angle in order to look over his shoulder. He appeared to be examining his ass. Brian grabbed a towel and began drying himself, radiating the silent confidence of one who knew that any important explanations would be forthcoming regardless of whether or not he asked.
“Brian,” Justin said, frowning and glancing between his butt and the mirror. “Do you think my butt looks flatter?”
Having indulged in much groping of said butt very recently, Brian rubbed a smaller towel over his wet hair and sincerely replied, “No. Looks the same to me.”
Justin didn’t seem convinced. He experimentally wiggled his behind. Smiling, Brian re-hung the now-damp towel and decided that the object of Justin’s concern warranted a much closer look (in the interest of scientific fairness, and all). He stood directly in front of Justin, their naked bodies an inch away from touching. Justin finally turned his head back the right way around and looked up at Brian, breath hitching at their closeness. Brian had a feeling that he’d distracted Justin from his posterior anxiety, but it was often best not to leave such inquiries lingering in case it resurfaced and disturb more important activities later on; so Brian reached around Justin and took one plump fleshy globe in hand, making sure to get a good feel of it, and then grabbed its twin, comparing the two.
Justin jerked forward at the touch and sudden grip, and the movement pressed their groins together. As close as they were, Brian clearly heard Justin’s short gasp and wet swallowing.
“Feels the same,” he said, his voice strangely deep and throaty. Justin’s hands came up to rest lightly on Brian’s upper arms, as Brian’s hands - who clearly possessed agendas of their own - began gently needing the luscious flesh under them. Fingers slid into Justin’s crack, tracing feather-like a vertical line from the small bump of his tailbone to the puckered opening of his hole. Justin slid his hands up until his arms were loosely around Brian’s neck, then he started kissing the long column of Brian’s neck, soft pecks at first that quickly grew to sharp nips and wet, open-mouthed sucking.
Brian made a sharp intake of breath when Justin’s lips closed around a particularly sensitive spot above his collarbone. He bent his head and caught Justin’s talented mouth with his own, kissing him hard.
Justin groaned loudly and clung onto Brian, even as Brian’s fingers closed in on his hole. Brian felt Justin’s nails digging into his back, and pressed the smaller body in front of him into the bathroom counter. In the enclosed space, the sounds of sliding semi-damp skin seemed unusually loud. Justin’s panting added to the noise when Brian moved his mouth lower, laving his tongue over Justin’s proffered neck, hungry for the taste of Justin underneath the soap and clean water. Justin spread his legs, sitting a little on the edge of the counter.
“Turn over,” Brian groaned, the pale skin under his mouth gaining a distinctly red tint. Justin complied, legs somewhat unsteady. Brian took Justin’s hands and placed them on the little ledge in front of the mirror. Justin braced himself, spreading his legs even wider to make up for the slight awkwardness of his position. Good thing Justin had pretty long arms.
Brian reached forward and grabbed a condom from the pile on the ledge. “Justin, I want you to look at your face the whole time,” he growled, kissing the back of Justin’s neck as he tore the condom wrapper open and blindly rolled the latex over his dick. “Look at your eyes, and nothing else. Understand?”
The muscles in Justin’s neck and shoulders moved as he swallowed, nodded. Brian looked down and was momentarily mesmerized by the pale, smooth line of Justin’s back. Not to mention the inviting curve of that perfect bubble butt, the skin soft against Brian’s groin. How the fuck Justin could have thought it was flatter was beyond Brian’s comprehension.
Brian parted the supple cheeks and placed the head of his cock on the puckered opening, not even needing the help of his hand because he was hard as a rock. At the first contact Justin raised his rear expectantly. Brian glanced up, arched an eyebrow when he saw Justin’s reflection looking up at him. Justin ducked his head, smiling apologetically as a faint blush appeared on his face. Brian made sure that Justin’s gaze was squarely on his own reflection, before suddenly thrusting forward.
Justin was still wet and loose from earlier, but Brian nonetheless gasped at the sweet heat engulfing his cock. Justin moaned, leg muscles tensing, but he didn’t move his eyes. Brian placed a hand on the counter below Justin to steady himself as he pushed all the way in. His balls slapped against the very upper back of Justin’s thighs, and he dropped his head to kiss the skin between Justin’s shoulder blades.
After a moment, Brian began fucking Justin in earnest, feverishly pounding into the heated channel of that ass like it was the first time that day instead of the fourth. Their bodies slid a little on the wet floor and wet countertop. Brian reached down and wrapped his hand around the pulsing hardness of Justin’s cock; purely for support, of course, since Justin slipping and knocking his head on the faucet would probably ruin the mood a little. Yeah. Justin moaned a long series of unintelligible words that were nonetheless hot and conveyed the general message of, “Yes, fuck me, harder” with a lot of “Brian” thrown in between. Condensation appeared on the lower edges of the mirror.
“Can you see what you look like when I’m fucking you?” Brian grunted. “So hot, Justin. So fucking hot.”
Justin began tightening the muscles of his ass in time with Brian’s thrust, clamping down on Brian’s cock on its way in and just as the head passed a certain point on its way out. Brian could hear his moans bouncing off the tiles. Oh yeah, fourth fuck of the day and it felt like the first. Brian felt his skin grow damp again, this time with sweat, though the moisture below his mouth might have a little bit of drool mixed in. Beneath him the muscles of Justin’s back rippled, and one of Justin’s hands moved desperately between the mirror, the counter, Brian’s leg, and back again. He left a clear palm print on the condensation, which for some reason shot a bolt of heat through Brian.
He began stroking vigorously on Justin’s cock, his hand automatically moving over the familiar length, knowing where to press and where to tease and where to scrape gently with the very edge of his thumb. Fucking Justin was hot and tight and good in a way that usually involved something illegal. Which this probably should be, because, fuck.
Enough thinking.
Finally, muscles trembling because of the added effort of keeping the both of them stable, Brian felt the indicative tightening of the muscles in his lower body, the tingling sparks down his spine. “Do you know how I can tell when you’re close, Justin?” Brian hissed. “Your eyes grow dark, your face gets red around the edges, and you stick out your tongue. Just like now.” A loud groan, then the hand around Justin’s dick was covered with a heated wetness, Brian’s nose filling with the unique musk of Justin-cum. Brian’s balls drew up, and he came in a flood of heat and fluid and shouted praise for the glory that was an orgasm.
Justin’s body slumped forward, over the sink, the blond head stopping short of hitting the faucet. Brian put his arms on the counter on either side of Justin’s body, resting his weight on them.
“That was hot,” Brian murmured, pressing his nose against Justin’s hair.
“Yeah.” Justin tipped his head back, gave Brian a wet kiss. After a few minutes of hard breathing, he said, “Brian?”
“Hmm?”
“I think my cock’s shorter than I thought. Could you take a look at it?”
[fade to black, S4 style. with Rei's evil snickering in the background]
Author: Etharei
Timeline: indeterminate, though most appropriate to late S4 - early S5
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP and B/J silliness
Disclaimer: Queer as Folk and all the characters and situations featured therein are the property of Showtime, Cowlip Productions and their affiliates. I’m only borrowing them for purely non-profit, recreational purposes, and promise to replenish the condom and lube supply when I’m done.
Summary: Justin thinks that his butt looks flatter. SUCH ANGST.
Author's Note: Written for xie-xie-xie, in heartfelt thanks. Also happened to coincide with her (and Lucy Lawless') birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIE!!! (Originally posted HERE.)
Brian stepped out of the steam-filled shower stall to see Justin with his back towards the mirror and his head turned at an awkward angle in order to look over his shoulder. He appeared to be examining his ass. Brian grabbed a towel and began drying himself, radiating the silent confidence of one who knew that any important explanations would be forthcoming regardless of whether or not he asked.
“Brian,” Justin said, frowning and glancing between his butt and the mirror. “Do you think my butt looks flatter?”
Having indulged in much groping of said butt very recently, Brian rubbed a smaller towel over his wet hair and sincerely replied, “No. Looks the same to me.”
Justin didn’t seem convinced. He experimentally wiggled his behind. Smiling, Brian re-hung the now-damp towel and decided that the object of Justin’s concern warranted a much closer look (in the interest of scientific fairness, and all). He stood directly in front of Justin, their naked bodies an inch away from touching. Justin finally turned his head back the right way around and looked up at Brian, breath hitching at their closeness. Brian had a feeling that he’d distracted Justin from his posterior anxiety, but it was often best not to leave such inquiries lingering in case it resurfaced and disturb more important activities later on; so Brian reached around Justin and took one plump fleshy globe in hand, making sure to get a good feel of it, and then grabbed its twin, comparing the two.
Justin jerked forward at the touch and sudden grip, and the movement pressed their groins together. As close as they were, Brian clearly heard Justin’s short gasp and wet swallowing.
“Feels the same,” he said, his voice strangely deep and throaty. Justin’s hands came up to rest lightly on Brian’s upper arms, as Brian’s hands - who clearly possessed agendas of their own - began gently needing the luscious flesh under them. Fingers slid into Justin’s crack, tracing feather-like a vertical line from the small bump of his tailbone to the puckered opening of his hole. Justin slid his hands up until his arms were loosely around Brian’s neck, then he started kissing the long column of Brian’s neck, soft pecks at first that quickly grew to sharp nips and wet, open-mouthed sucking.
Brian made a sharp intake of breath when Justin’s lips closed around a particularly sensitive spot above his collarbone. He bent his head and caught Justin’s talented mouth with his own, kissing him hard.
Justin groaned loudly and clung onto Brian, even as Brian’s fingers closed in on his hole. Brian felt Justin’s nails digging into his back, and pressed the smaller body in front of him into the bathroom counter. In the enclosed space, the sounds of sliding semi-damp skin seemed unusually loud. Justin’s panting added to the noise when Brian moved his mouth lower, laving his tongue over Justin’s proffered neck, hungry for the taste of Justin underneath the soap and clean water. Justin spread his legs, sitting a little on the edge of the counter.
“Turn over,” Brian groaned, the pale skin under his mouth gaining a distinctly red tint. Justin complied, legs somewhat unsteady. Brian took Justin’s hands and placed them on the little ledge in front of the mirror. Justin braced himself, spreading his legs even wider to make up for the slight awkwardness of his position. Good thing Justin had pretty long arms.
Brian reached forward and grabbed a condom from the pile on the ledge. “Justin, I want you to look at your face the whole time,” he growled, kissing the back of Justin’s neck as he tore the condom wrapper open and blindly rolled the latex over his dick. “Look at your eyes, and nothing else. Understand?”
The muscles in Justin’s neck and shoulders moved as he swallowed, nodded. Brian looked down and was momentarily mesmerized by the pale, smooth line of Justin’s back. Not to mention the inviting curve of that perfect bubble butt, the skin soft against Brian’s groin. How the fuck Justin could have thought it was flatter was beyond Brian’s comprehension.
Brian parted the supple cheeks and placed the head of his cock on the puckered opening, not even needing the help of his hand because he was hard as a rock. At the first contact Justin raised his rear expectantly. Brian glanced up, arched an eyebrow when he saw Justin’s reflection looking up at him. Justin ducked his head, smiling apologetically as a faint blush appeared on his face. Brian made sure that Justin’s gaze was squarely on his own reflection, before suddenly thrusting forward.
Justin was still wet and loose from earlier, but Brian nonetheless gasped at the sweet heat engulfing his cock. Justin moaned, leg muscles tensing, but he didn’t move his eyes. Brian placed a hand on the counter below Justin to steady himself as he pushed all the way in. His balls slapped against the very upper back of Justin’s thighs, and he dropped his head to kiss the skin between Justin’s shoulder blades.
After a moment, Brian began fucking Justin in earnest, feverishly pounding into the heated channel of that ass like it was the first time that day instead of the fourth. Their bodies slid a little on the wet floor and wet countertop. Brian reached down and wrapped his hand around the pulsing hardness of Justin’s cock; purely for support, of course, since Justin slipping and knocking his head on the faucet would probably ruin the mood a little. Yeah. Justin moaned a long series of unintelligible words that were nonetheless hot and conveyed the general message of, “Yes, fuck me, harder” with a lot of “Brian” thrown in between. Condensation appeared on the lower edges of the mirror.
“Can you see what you look like when I’m fucking you?” Brian grunted. “So hot, Justin. So fucking hot.”
Justin began tightening the muscles of his ass in time with Brian’s thrust, clamping down on Brian’s cock on its way in and just as the head passed a certain point on its way out. Brian could hear his moans bouncing off the tiles. Oh yeah, fourth fuck of the day and it felt like the first. Brian felt his skin grow damp again, this time with sweat, though the moisture below his mouth might have a little bit of drool mixed in. Beneath him the muscles of Justin’s back rippled, and one of Justin’s hands moved desperately between the mirror, the counter, Brian’s leg, and back again. He left a clear palm print on the condensation, which for some reason shot a bolt of heat through Brian.
He began stroking vigorously on Justin’s cock, his hand automatically moving over the familiar length, knowing where to press and where to tease and where to scrape gently with the very edge of his thumb. Fucking Justin was hot and tight and good in a way that usually involved something illegal. Which this probably should be, because, fuck.
Enough thinking.
Finally, muscles trembling because of the added effort of keeping the both of them stable, Brian felt the indicative tightening of the muscles in his lower body, the tingling sparks down his spine. “Do you know how I can tell when you’re close, Justin?” Brian hissed. “Your eyes grow dark, your face gets red around the edges, and you stick out your tongue. Just like now.” A loud groan, then the hand around Justin’s dick was covered with a heated wetness, Brian’s nose filling with the unique musk of Justin-cum. Brian’s balls drew up, and he came in a flood of heat and fluid and shouted praise for the glory that was an orgasm.
Justin’s body slumped forward, over the sink, the blond head stopping short of hitting the faucet. Brian put his arms on the counter on either side of Justin’s body, resting his weight on them.
“That was hot,” Brian murmured, pressing his nose against Justin’s hair.
“Yeah.” Justin tipped his head back, gave Brian a wet kiss. After a few minutes of hard breathing, he said, “Brian?”
“Hmm?”
“I think my cock’s shorter than I thought. Could you take a look at it?”
[fade to black, S4 style. with Rei's evil snickering in the background]