Fic: QaF: Happy Fucking Birthday
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Title: Happy Fucking Birthday
The lights of Babylon flashed erratically, illuminating glistening patches of skin, leather, and glitter. Flesh everywhere, and all for the taking--if he could muster the interest. Brian tossed back his second shot and turned to Justin, glowing with his own brand of light. Justin smiled flirtatiously at the greased-up slab of muscle-meat tending bar and motioned for four shots.
"Make that three," Brian said.
Justin gave him a 'get real' look. "I said four."
The bartender lined up four shots in front of Justin. Brian realized that he shouldn't have wasted his breath. After all, what did the guy care about Brian's opinion? Brian had already had him, and he knew there'd be no repeats. But apparently Justin hadn't fucked him yet. The guy knew who to suck up to.
"Easy, Sunshine. Holding back your hair while you vomit isn't my idea of a fun way to wrap up our Saturday night."
Justin downed his first shot and ignored the comment. "You know, Brian, next weekend is my birthday."
Brian grunted. God, not this again. Things had gone downhill quickly around Justin's birthday last year. There'd been a lot of fighting, angst, and then a period of horrendous separation, punctuated by the screeching of violin music; Justin's birthday wasn't something that Brian liked to think about.
Justin licked his lips and continued, "If I could have anything in the world for my birthday, do you know what it'd be?"
"An Easy Bake Oven?"
Justin snorted, tossed back another shot, and hisssed as the drink went down. "Mm," he said, shaking his head and blinking his eyes at the burn.
"My cock up your ass?"
"Yes." Justin faked a look of surprise. "How did you know? And I also want his cock up my ass."
Justin nodded across the bar at a new guy in town who'd already gained the reputation of being the next Brian Kinney--"assuming no cunty twink comes along and makes him follow rules and shit". That was a direct quote from two queens Brian had heard gossiping in the bathroom.
"Not at the same time as yours, of course," Justin clarified.
"Well, given the fact that he hasn't had the pleasure of your ass yet, I'm sure that won't be hard to arrange."
Justin downed another shot and ran the back of his hand over his mouth before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, but while I'm being fucked up the ass by him, I want that guy," Justin indicated a blond dancing with a strapping bear, "to suck my cock."
The guy had blown Brian the prior week and he'd given rave reviews to the boys at the diner when he didn't know Justin was busing a table behind him.
"Again, I'm not seeing the difficulty in obtaining your objective," Brian said, motioning for another drink.
Justin downed his fourth shot, swaying on his feet. When he spoke, his words were decidedly less clear than before, more than a little slurred. "Yeah, but here's where you come in--"
Brian snorted, hoping to obscure the fact that he didn't know whether to be insulted or pleased that he was being included in Justin's birthday fuck-fest fantasy. "Glad you fit me in somewhere before you ran out of holes," Brian mocked, sipping his drink, and surveying the room for any new meat.
"You're the most important part."
"Of course I am," Brian agreed.
"See, while he's fucking me up the ass, and he's sucking my cock, I want to be restrained." Justin lifted his arms up, pressing his wrists together in demonstration. "Arms and feet bound, totally unable to move."
Brian's eyebrow went up.
"Oh, and I want my balls tied," Justin said, nodding his head firmly. "And only you get to decide when I can come."
Brian licked his lips. "Master of ceremonies in your kinky little birthday circus?"
"Yeah." Justin leaned in close. "You could make it last for hours. Or, just a few minutes. It'd be all up to you."
"And this is your birthday present?"
Justin shrugged. "If you don't want to celebrate my birthday, we could call it a late Christmas present--for you."
"Not for you?"
"Well, it could be for me, too."
Brian tossed the rest of his drink. There was no fucking way he wasn't going to arrange for Justin's little fantasy to come true--and he didn't need the excuse of Christmas or a birthday to make it happen. But, in the meantime, he needed to take Justin to the backroom to take care of something very important that had come up during their conversation.
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Justin's wrists were held together with black leather restraints that Brian had dug out of the toy drawer. A line of rope linked through the metal rings on the restraints and looped over an exposed overhead beam; it was pulled taut so that Justin's arms were raised, and he was held upright on his knees. Brian checked the rope again to make sure that the additional give to the mattress when the weight of other bodies was added wouldn't result in too much stress on Justin's shoulder's and arms.
Brian hadn't been able to decide on a good way to bind Justin's legs, so he'd arranged Justin on his knees with his legs slightly spread, and ordered him to stay in that position. Justin had pulled on the rope slightly and grinned. "I don't think I'm going anywhere."
The cock and ball rings had already been put on--black leather with easy to release snaps. Brian only played these games occasionally, and he was always careful to make sure that circulation wasn't impeded and that nothing was too tight. Justin didn't complain when Brian ran his fingers over Justin's stretched balls, checking the tightness of the leather once again.
Before Brian tied on the blind fold, a black sash he'd had for years, he kissed Justin's lips, gazed into his eyes and said, "Tell me the safe word."
"Debbie."
Brian wrinkled his nose. "God, well, that's a name I'd never expect to hear in bed, so--"
Justin licked his lips.
"Nervous?" Brian asked.
Justin tried to shrug, impeded by the rope. "A little."
"Excited?"
Justin smiled, eyes lighting up. "Yeah."
Brian tied the sash over his eyes then kissed his lips again, lingering, thrusting his tongue in Justin's mouth. He pulled away, ran a thumb over the plump bottom lip, then ran his hand down Justin's back, cupping his ass. He'd been half-hard all day, and now his cock was stiff and leaking. Justin's dick was so hard it was trembling with every beat of his heart, and the head was slick with pre-come. Brian moved down and ran his tongue over the tip of Justin's cock, flicking at the slit until semen coated his mouth. Justin whimpered, twisting his lower body, and Brian pressed kisses against Justin's hipbones.
"Relax, Sonny Boy, or this whole thing will be over before it's started."
Justin gulped air, and Brian continued to rub his cheek against Justin's lower abdomen until he could sense that Justin had calmed down. Then he moved around to Justin's backside, ran his hands over Justin's gorgeous, perfect ass, and spread him open so that he could lick the sweet crack, and lap at his hole.
Justin whimpered, letting his head fall forward, arching his back a little to let Brian drive his tongue deeper. Brian pressed a kiss to each ass cheek then climbed off the bed, looked out to the couch where the two naked tricks were sucking and stroking one another. Brian had asked them to come a time or two beforehand to make it last longer.
"Now then. Let the games begin."
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The trick being touted as the next Brian Kinney was well-endowed, not so much in length as girth, and Brian watched carefully as he prepared Justin's ass for penetration.
Brian had given them the rules more than once.
"Condoms, lube, plenty of preparation. Nothing rough. No bruises. No spanking. No biting. If you hit him or harm him in any way, I'll fucking cut your dick off and feed it to you. If I say 'stop', then you'll fucking stop--immediately."
They'd both agreed, and Brian knew enough about each of them to feel reasonably okay with allowing them to fuck Justin when he was restrained and vulnerable.
The other trick was already fulfilling his end of the deal, licking and sucking Justin's balls and cock, but never at a rate or rhythm that could bring him off.
Justin's gasps and moans had Brian's cock throbbing, and he more than half-wanted to shove the trick aside and fuck Justin himself.
When three of the trick's thick fingers, and one of Brian's had been massaged into Justin's asshole, and Justin was whispering, "Please, please, please," like a desperate broken record, Brian moved behind the guy, took the guy's dick in his hand, and rolled the condom on. The trick's head fell back on Brian's shoulder, and he let Brian guide him into Justin's ass.
Justin gasped as the big, blunt head of the trick's cock entered him. Brian reached around to rub Justin's side soothingly, a familiar touch to keep him centered, and used the pressure of his hips against the trick's ass to urge another inch or two into Justin's body.
"Christ," Justin hissed, bucking a little as though to get away.
The trick sucking Justin's cock, grabbed Justin's hips, though, and held him steady, eliciting a "Jesus Fucking Christ" from Justin. Brian continued to stroke Justin's side with one hand, and used the other to feel where his asshole was stretched around the trick's dick. He felt the spasming, and whispered to the trick, "Hold on. Give him a second."
The only sounds in the room as the trick held fast were the slurps from the trick sucking Justin's cock, and the harsh breathing of both Justin and the trick. Brian closed his eyes, the scent of sex filling his nostrils. He rubbed his forehead against the trick's shoulder for a moment then said softly, "Give him more."
Justin made a quiet noise of either excitement or terror, but it turned to a moan of ecstasy as the trick pushed in sure and slow, until his thick cock was buried to the hilt.
Brian rubbed his cock against the trick's ass; he was hard and leaking, and so turned on that he found himself holding his breath in anticipation. It was all he could do not to slide on a condom and shove into the trick's sweet ass, but he had to stay focused on the purpose of the event, which was to give Justin what he needed, to control Justin's release, and to keep everything safe.
He moved away from the trick, saying, "Fuck him as hard as he can take it. I'll tell you if it's too much."
The trick took him at his word, pulling back and thrusting in with such force that Justin swayed forward from it, and the guy sucking Justin's cock had to hold him steady. Justin's vocalizations weren't indicative of pain, and Brian crawled around and over the tricks to see Justin's face.
Red mouth open, black sash covering his eyes, white teeth occasionally biting his lips. He cried out, throwing his head back, and Brian's eyes traveled to where the trick's mouth was latched onto Justin's cock. Spit ran over the leather straps around his balls and cock, and based on the flush of red racing up Justin's chest, the sounds he was making, and the way his body writhed, Justin needed to come and he needed to come badly.
"Slow down," Brian ordered.
Justin moaned, "No, God, no--don't fucking slow down."
The trick fucking Justin switched to long, languid thrusts, and the guy sucking his dick pulled off, jacking without rhythm, occasionally licking the head of Justin's cock or moving down to suck his balls.
Brian ran his hands over Justin's chest, following the splotchy blush of excitement, over his neck, and up to his glowing cheeks. Brian stood up, spreading his legs so that the trick could still access Justin's cock, and rubbed the tip of his aching dick over Justin's bottom lip. "Suck me, Justin."
Justin opened his trembling mouth and Brian slid in, having to stand on the balls of his feet, and balance himself against the wall. Justin's hot, wet mouth sucked him hard and fast, using a rhythm that Brian knew Justin hoped the tricks would respond to. Brian let go of the wall, wrapped his hands around Justin's head, holding him still, and fucked his face, nodding to the trick to fuck Justin at the same rate.
The moans and groans around Brian's cock were incredible, and he felt Justin struggle a little against the rope holding him. He glanced at the clock; it'd only been ten minutes since he'd tied Justin, but it was a difficult position to hold, and Brian decided to end it soon. Justin was already shaking like a leaf, and obviously incoherent with pleasure, his body flushed, his nipples hard, his cock being sucked, and his ass and mouth being fucked.
Brian moved one hand to grip Justin's jaw to force his mouth wider. He slid the blindfold off with the other, and stared into Justin's startled, blinking eyes as he thrust in and out several more times. Gripping Justin's hair in a fist, he withdrew, and with hard jerks, came all over Justin's face.
Justin's eyes squeezed shut as the come slid down his cheeks and onto his lips, and he darted out a tongue to taste it. Brian kissed him, loving his come in Justin's mouth, then licked it from his cheeks, and ran his tongue over Justin's eyebrows, lapping up every last bit, then kissing him again.
"Please," Justin whispered against his lips.
Brian gazed into Justin's glazed eyes, pushed the head of the trick away from Justin's cock, and unsnapped the cock and ball rings. Justin hissed and twisted at the stinging rush of blood. Brian wrapped his fist around Justin's cock and started stroking firmly, saying to the trick without even looking at him, "Suck the head as hard as you can."
Justin's eyes went wide when the wet mouth touched him, and the trick fucking him started pounding his ass in time to Brian's strokes. Brian kept his eyes on Justin's face, kissing his lips when he yelled, swallowing his breaths, holding him steady with his other hand, and when Brian said, "Come now, Justin. Come." Justin came, half-sobbing into Brian's mouth.
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As Brian undid the restraints, the trick pulled free from Justin's ass and disposed of the condom. "You can jerk him off in the shower," Brian said nodding toward the guy who'd sucked Justin's cock. "Then get out."
Justin was trembling and Brian held him tightly as they curled together on the bed. When the shower started Brian asked, "Good?"
Justin seemed barely capable of nodding, but he managed to whisper, "Yeah. Feel empty, though. Can you--?"
Brian nodded, pushed his hand down between them, and slid two fingers into Justin's ass. The guy had been really quite big.
"Thanks," Justin sighed.
Brian nuzzled the back of his neck, smiling when the soft snuffles of Justin's sleep noises began. He carefully dislodged his fingers and wiped them on the bed linens. The tricks emerged from his bathroom and he glared at them both. They got the message, dressing and leaving the loft immediately.
Brian got up to secure the lock, then crawled back into the bed with Justin, ran his fingers over Justin's arms, examining the red marks from the restraints. They'd fade quickly.
He leaned over, made sure Justin was still asleep, and whispered, "Happy fucking birthday, Sunshine."
THE END
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Spoilers: S3, but really not.
Timeline: Post-S3
Summary: Porn. Porn, porn, porn. Happy birthday to me (in nine days, anyway).
Author's Notes: Thanks to twistinside82 for the super-fast beta. All remaining errors are mine alone. There are no redeeming factors to this fic. It is porn. Comprende? Porn.
ETA: Also up at RhiannonRave
Title: Happy Fucking Birthday
The lights of Babylon flashed erratically, illuminating glistening patches of skin, leather, and glitter. Flesh everywhere, and all for the taking--if he could muster the interest. Brian tossed back his second shot and turned to Justin, glowing with his own brand of light. Justin smiled flirtatiously at the greased-up slab of muscle-meat tending bar and motioned for four shots.
"Make that three," Brian said.
Justin gave him a 'get real' look. "I said four."
The bartender lined up four shots in front of Justin. Brian realized that he shouldn't have wasted his breath. After all, what did the guy care about Brian's opinion? Brian had already had him, and he knew there'd be no repeats. But apparently Justin hadn't fucked him yet. The guy knew who to suck up to.
"Easy, Sunshine. Holding back your hair while you vomit isn't my idea of a fun way to wrap up our Saturday night."
Justin downed his first shot and ignored the comment. "You know, Brian, next weekend is my birthday."
Brian grunted. God, not this again. Things had gone downhill quickly around Justin's birthday last year. There'd been a lot of fighting, angst, and then a period of horrendous separation, punctuated by the screeching of violin music; Justin's birthday wasn't something that Brian liked to think about.
Justin licked his lips and continued, "If I could have anything in the world for my birthday, do you know what it'd be?"
"An Easy Bake Oven?"
Justin snorted, tossed back another shot, and hisssed as the drink went down. "Mm," he said, shaking his head and blinking his eyes at the burn.
"My cock up your ass?"
"Yes." Justin faked a look of surprise. "How did you know? And I also want his cock up my ass."
Justin nodded across the bar at a new guy in town who'd already gained the reputation of being the next Brian Kinney--"assuming no cunty twink comes along and makes him follow rules and shit". That was a direct quote from two queens Brian had heard gossiping in the bathroom.
"Not at the same time as yours, of course," Justin clarified.
"Well, given the fact that he hasn't had the pleasure of your ass yet, I'm sure that won't be hard to arrange."
Justin downed another shot and ran the back of his hand over his mouth before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, but while I'm being fucked up the ass by him, I want that guy," Justin indicated a blond dancing with a strapping bear, "to suck my cock."
The guy had blown Brian the prior week and he'd given rave reviews to the boys at the diner when he didn't know Justin was busing a table behind him.
"Again, I'm not seeing the difficulty in obtaining your objective," Brian said, motioning for another drink.
Justin downed his fourth shot, swaying on his feet. When he spoke, his words were decidedly less clear than before, more than a little slurred. "Yeah, but here's where you come in--"
Brian snorted, hoping to obscure the fact that he didn't know whether to be insulted or pleased that he was being included in Justin's birthday fuck-fest fantasy. "Glad you fit me in somewhere before you ran out of holes," Brian mocked, sipping his drink, and surveying the room for any new meat.
"You're the most important part."
"Of course I am," Brian agreed.
"See, while he's fucking me up the ass, and he's sucking my cock, I want to be restrained." Justin lifted his arms up, pressing his wrists together in demonstration. "Arms and feet bound, totally unable to move."
Brian's eyebrow went up.
"Oh, and I want my balls tied," Justin said, nodding his head firmly. "And only you get to decide when I can come."
Brian licked his lips. "Master of ceremonies in your kinky little birthday circus?"
"Yeah." Justin leaned in close. "You could make it last for hours. Or, just a few minutes. It'd be all up to you."
"And this is your birthday present?"
Justin shrugged. "If you don't want to celebrate my birthday, we could call it a late Christmas present--for you."
"Not for you?"
"Well, it could be for me, too."
Brian tossed the rest of his drink. There was no fucking way he wasn't going to arrange for Justin's little fantasy to come true--and he didn't need the excuse of Christmas or a birthday to make it happen. But, in the meantime, he needed to take Justin to the backroom to take care of something very important that had come up during their conversation.
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Justin's wrists were held together with black leather restraints that Brian had dug out of the toy drawer. A line of rope linked through the metal rings on the restraints and looped over an exposed overhead beam; it was pulled taut so that Justin's arms were raised, and he was held upright on his knees. Brian checked the rope again to make sure that the additional give to the mattress when the weight of other bodies was added wouldn't result in too much stress on Justin's shoulder's and arms.
Brian hadn't been able to decide on a good way to bind Justin's legs, so he'd arranged Justin on his knees with his legs slightly spread, and ordered him to stay in that position. Justin had pulled on the rope slightly and grinned. "I don't think I'm going anywhere."
The cock and ball rings had already been put on--black leather with easy to release snaps. Brian only played these games occasionally, and he was always careful to make sure that circulation wasn't impeded and that nothing was too tight. Justin didn't complain when Brian ran his fingers over Justin's stretched balls, checking the tightness of the leather once again.
Before Brian tied on the blind fold, a black sash he'd had for years, he kissed Justin's lips, gazed into his eyes and said, "Tell me the safe word."
"Debbie."
Brian wrinkled his nose. "God, well, that's a name I'd never expect to hear in bed, so--"
Justin licked his lips.
"Nervous?" Brian asked.
Justin tried to shrug, impeded by the rope. "A little."
"Excited?"
Justin smiled, eyes lighting up. "Yeah."
Brian tied the sash over his eyes then kissed his lips again, lingering, thrusting his tongue in Justin's mouth. He pulled away, ran a thumb over the plump bottom lip, then ran his hand down Justin's back, cupping his ass. He'd been half-hard all day, and now his cock was stiff and leaking. Justin's dick was so hard it was trembling with every beat of his heart, and the head was slick with pre-come. Brian moved down and ran his tongue over the tip of Justin's cock, flicking at the slit until semen coated his mouth. Justin whimpered, twisting his lower body, and Brian pressed kisses against Justin's hipbones.
"Relax, Sonny Boy, or this whole thing will be over before it's started."
Justin gulped air, and Brian continued to rub his cheek against Justin's lower abdomen until he could sense that Justin had calmed down. Then he moved around to Justin's backside, ran his hands over Justin's gorgeous, perfect ass, and spread him open so that he could lick the sweet crack, and lap at his hole.
Justin whimpered, letting his head fall forward, arching his back a little to let Brian drive his tongue deeper. Brian pressed a kiss to each ass cheek then climbed off the bed, looked out to the couch where the two naked tricks were sucking and stroking one another. Brian had asked them to come a time or two beforehand to make it last longer.
"Now then. Let the games begin."
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The trick being touted as the next Brian Kinney was well-endowed, not so much in length as girth, and Brian watched carefully as he prepared Justin's ass for penetration.
Brian had given them the rules more than once.
"Condoms, lube, plenty of preparation. Nothing rough. No bruises. No spanking. No biting. If you hit him or harm him in any way, I'll fucking cut your dick off and feed it to you. If I say 'stop', then you'll fucking stop--immediately."
They'd both agreed, and Brian knew enough about each of them to feel reasonably okay with allowing them to fuck Justin when he was restrained and vulnerable.
The other trick was already fulfilling his end of the deal, licking and sucking Justin's balls and cock, but never at a rate or rhythm that could bring him off.
Justin's gasps and moans had Brian's cock throbbing, and he more than half-wanted to shove the trick aside and fuck Justin himself.
When three of the trick's thick fingers, and one of Brian's had been massaged into Justin's asshole, and Justin was whispering, "Please, please, please," like a desperate broken record, Brian moved behind the guy, took the guy's dick in his hand, and rolled the condom on. The trick's head fell back on Brian's shoulder, and he let Brian guide him into Justin's ass.
Justin gasped as the big, blunt head of the trick's cock entered him. Brian reached around to rub Justin's side soothingly, a familiar touch to keep him centered, and used the pressure of his hips against the trick's ass to urge another inch or two into Justin's body.
"Christ," Justin hissed, bucking a little as though to get away.
The trick sucking Justin's cock, grabbed Justin's hips, though, and held him steady, eliciting a "Jesus Fucking Christ" from Justin. Brian continued to stroke Justin's side with one hand, and used the other to feel where his asshole was stretched around the trick's dick. He felt the spasming, and whispered to the trick, "Hold on. Give him a second."
The only sounds in the room as the trick held fast were the slurps from the trick sucking Justin's cock, and the harsh breathing of both Justin and the trick. Brian closed his eyes, the scent of sex filling his nostrils. He rubbed his forehead against the trick's shoulder for a moment then said softly, "Give him more."
Justin made a quiet noise of either excitement or terror, but it turned to a moan of ecstasy as the trick pushed in sure and slow, until his thick cock was buried to the hilt.
Brian rubbed his cock against the trick's ass; he was hard and leaking, and so turned on that he found himself holding his breath in anticipation. It was all he could do not to slide on a condom and shove into the trick's sweet ass, but he had to stay focused on the purpose of the event, which was to give Justin what he needed, to control Justin's release, and to keep everything safe.
He moved away from the trick, saying, "Fuck him as hard as he can take it. I'll tell you if it's too much."
The trick took him at his word, pulling back and thrusting in with such force that Justin swayed forward from it, and the guy sucking Justin's cock had to hold him steady. Justin's vocalizations weren't indicative of pain, and Brian crawled around and over the tricks to see Justin's face.
Red mouth open, black sash covering his eyes, white teeth occasionally biting his lips. He cried out, throwing his head back, and Brian's eyes traveled to where the trick's mouth was latched onto Justin's cock. Spit ran over the leather straps around his balls and cock, and based on the flush of red racing up Justin's chest, the sounds he was making, and the way his body writhed, Justin needed to come and he needed to come badly.
"Slow down," Brian ordered.
Justin moaned, "No, God, no--don't fucking slow down."
The trick fucking Justin switched to long, languid thrusts, and the guy sucking his dick pulled off, jacking without rhythm, occasionally licking the head of Justin's cock or moving down to suck his balls.
Brian ran his hands over Justin's chest, following the splotchy blush of excitement, over his neck, and up to his glowing cheeks. Brian stood up, spreading his legs so that the trick could still access Justin's cock, and rubbed the tip of his aching dick over Justin's bottom lip. "Suck me, Justin."
Justin opened his trembling mouth and Brian slid in, having to stand on the balls of his feet, and balance himself against the wall. Justin's hot, wet mouth sucked him hard and fast, using a rhythm that Brian knew Justin hoped the tricks would respond to. Brian let go of the wall, wrapped his hands around Justin's head, holding him still, and fucked his face, nodding to the trick to fuck Justin at the same rate.
The moans and groans around Brian's cock were incredible, and he felt Justin struggle a little against the rope holding him. He glanced at the clock; it'd only been ten minutes since he'd tied Justin, but it was a difficult position to hold, and Brian decided to end it soon. Justin was already shaking like a leaf, and obviously incoherent with pleasure, his body flushed, his nipples hard, his cock being sucked, and his ass and mouth being fucked.
Brian moved one hand to grip Justin's jaw to force his mouth wider. He slid the blindfold off with the other, and stared into Justin's startled, blinking eyes as he thrust in and out several more times. Gripping Justin's hair in a fist, he withdrew, and with hard jerks, came all over Justin's face.
Justin's eyes squeezed shut as the come slid down his cheeks and onto his lips, and he darted out a tongue to taste it. Brian kissed him, loving his come in Justin's mouth, then licked it from his cheeks, and ran his tongue over Justin's eyebrows, lapping up every last bit, then kissing him again.
"Please," Justin whispered against his lips.
Brian gazed into Justin's glazed eyes, pushed the head of the trick away from Justin's cock, and unsnapped the cock and ball rings. Justin hissed and twisted at the stinging rush of blood. Brian wrapped his fist around Justin's cock and started stroking firmly, saying to the trick without even looking at him, "Suck the head as hard as you can."
Justin's eyes went wide when the wet mouth touched him, and the trick fucking him started pounding his ass in time to Brian's strokes. Brian kept his eyes on Justin's face, kissing his lips when he yelled, swallowing his breaths, holding him steady with his other hand, and when Brian said, "Come now, Justin. Come." Justin came, half-sobbing into Brian's mouth.
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As Brian undid the restraints, the trick pulled free from Justin's ass and disposed of the condom. "You can jerk him off in the shower," Brian said nodding toward the guy who'd sucked Justin's cock. "Then get out."
Justin was trembling and Brian held him tightly as they curled together on the bed. When the shower started Brian asked, "Good?"
Justin seemed barely capable of nodding, but he managed to whisper, "Yeah. Feel empty, though. Can you--?"
Brian nodded, pushed his hand down between them, and slid two fingers into Justin's ass. The guy had been really quite big.
"Thanks," Justin sighed.
Brian nuzzled the back of his neck, smiling when the soft snuffles of Justin's sleep noises began. He carefully dislodged his fingers and wiped them on the bed linens. The tricks emerged from his bathroom and he glared at them both. They got the message, dressing and leaving the loft immediately.
Brian got up to secure the lock, then crawled back into the bed with Justin, ran his fingers over Justin's arms, examining the red marks from the restraints. They'd fade quickly.
He leaned over, made sure Justin was still asleep, and whispered, "Happy fucking birthday, Sunshine."
THE END
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Spoilers: S3, but really not.
Timeline: Post-S3
Summary: Porn. Porn, porn, porn. Happy birthday to me (in nine days, anyway).
Author's Notes: Thanks to twistinside82 for the super-fast beta. All remaining errors are mine alone. There are no redeeming factors to this fic. It is porn. Comprende? Porn.
ETA: Also up at RhiannonRave