How To: Hitch a Breeder - Step 9/15
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Step 9: Make Your Move / Abstract Art
Cyn: mock-ups, ticket. Ted: report, Brian quickly typed into his organizer under the table. He was going to try and send someone else to Chicago next week to deal with Brown. Maybe Phil or Anna - he disliked them both.
“I’ve always regarded shoes in a philosophical manner.”
Brian looked up and saw four heads nodding.
“Think about it, they take you everywhere, they are witness to your every adventure. They are more or less your alter ego.”
The heads agreed again and Brian had to fake a cough.
When he looked to the left end of the table, he saw Justin rolling his eyes not at all discreetly. Brian faked another cough.
Suddenly a finger was pointed in his face. “And I want our campaign to reflect that!”
Brian cleared his throat. “Of course, Mr. Denning.”
“Swell!”
Turning his head while Denning was busy collecting praise from the nodders, Brian raised an amused eyebrow at Justin. During the last couple of minutes, he’d kind of forgotten about the weirdness between them.
Justin smiled back. He must have forgotten, too.
He also looked kind of frustrated, Brian found. He probably had a different idea of a Friday night. Well, he wasn’t the only one. Brian’s idea was to get high on the dance floor and get blown in the backroom, maybe have some ass for an encore. He hadn’t been to Babylon in a while.
He tried for another solidarity smile and Justin returned it again, brushing hair from his forehead. Brian still knew how it had smelled.
And just like that, everything shifted. Justin averted his eyes, Brian felt his skin prickle and he knew that they both remembered. When Justin looked back up, Brian noticed a pink tinge spreading beneath his eyes. It made him hard.
“Mr. Kinney, who do you think our target demographic is going to be?”
Shifting in his seat, he turned to Mr. Denning. “Well, given the character of the products and the message you want to convey, I’d say we’re looking at ages 50 and up.”
“Ah yes, good demographic,” Denning said and resumed his talk with the people to his right.
Brian took a sip from his wine and waited a bit before he looked back to the left. He hadn’t expected Justin to be staring openly at him. When Justin finally looked away and bit his lower lip, Brian felt a twitch in his groin. It almost hurt.
The frustration set in like it always did and Brian wanted to hit something. Enough! He had not lived his life boldly, unapologetically, and whatever else adverbs he’d been awarded, to now let this thing, whatever it was, go unanswered. He had to do something.
So when Justin excused himself to the bathroom a minute later, looking a bit flustered, Brian decided to take a chance. He followed him.
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Brian washed his hands, a task that demanded greatest concentration. He pushed the button for the soap dispenser for the seventh time, something the guy standing next to him obviously noticed. The man stared, but fortunately, lost interest quickly and left.
It was just the two of them then.
Brian prepared, felt ready, but no. One quick look at Justin and he felt his resoluteness dive out the window. He braced himself against the sink. It felt slippery. “Justin, I don’t know what the fuck to do here. Are you…”
“Freaked out? Yeah. Confused? Big time.” Justin rubbed a hand over his forehead, slumping back against the wall with a faint thump.
“Look, I…” Brian didn’t know what to say. Nothing that came to his mind seemed to fit. His indecision turned into helplessness when Justin looked up at him, open, waiting for answers.
Brian had none. He watched as Justin’s eyes glazed over, listened as his breathing sped up. He moved closer and still looked on. Before he knew what he was doing, Brian was reaching out and tilting Justin’s chin up.
He greedily filled his nose with Justin’s smell while his mouth tasted. He waited for Justin to open his lips and inhaled deeper. Brian kissed, licked and, finally, slid his tongue into Justin’s mouth. He swallowed the little grunts, pressed himself closer. When it threatened to become too much, he tore his mouth away, breathing hard. “I want you,” he mumbled into Justin’s neck, wet and hot and true.
Brian pulled back a little, looking at Justin’s face again. The pink lips shimmered and he had to nip at them again, with damp breaths mingling in the air between them. He watched Justin swallow and licked along the bobbing Adam’s apple. Brian’s body ached for this and he was going to lose his mind if he didn’t-
“Yeah,” Justin finally whispered.
Brian’s mouth was suddenly dry. “My place?”
Endless moments, filled only by breathing.
Then, faintly, “Yah.”
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Justin followed the Corvette through the dark streets.
He would have had all the time to change his mind. He could have easily turned off somewhere and gone the fuck home.
But he didn’t. He wouldn’t be able to go back to how things were, anyway. It may have only been kissing - and a bit more - so far, but his universe had undeniably been unhinged at some of the main holders.
He parked a couple of spots behind Brian and reached for his cell phone. Brian was already getting out of his car and something hot uncurled in Justin’s stomach watching him. Gonna be home very late tonight, don’t worry, he quickly typed and sent. Then, he took a deep breath and got out of the car.
Universe unhinged already, he might as well let it spin.
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Brian pushed the last bit further, pushed until there was, finally, everything.
He panted, his chest constricting in an awkward rhythm as it pressed to Justin’s back. “Are you okay?” His tongue felt raw, bruised.
Justin shuddered and moaned and clutched his fingers into a pillow next to his head. Brian watched and wanted to make the pain go away, wanted Justin to feel nothing but the pleasure. He pulled on Justin’s hip, repositioning their spooning bodies just a bit when a noise of discomfort stopped him. “Justin?” he murmured into the neck that smelled of perfection. “Are you…? Should I…?”
Justin let his head fall to the pillow, panting. “Just… wait,” he breathed. “God, just wait.”
So they just lay there, Brian buried deep inside Justin, unmoving.
After a while, Brian let his fingers abandon their initial position on hips, roaming out to stroke over twitching stomach muscles and chest instead. His fingertips smoothed along the skin below belly button while his lips skimmed from a shoulder blade to right under a soft earlobe.
And it did the trick. Justin seemed to relax, his breathing sounding more even.
Slowly, mouth and tongue unable to leave the fragrant neck, Brian reached for Justin’s cock. He didn’t miss the low groan from Justin’s lips when his fingers curled around hard flesh.
Justin’s body was still tightly clamped around his dick, and it cost Brian quite a deal of self-restraint to keep his hips still. But the want to make him feel comfortable, amazing, won out. He moved his hand up and down on Justin’s cock, pressure firm, slow.
“Brian…” Justin wheezed. “Oh God.”
Brian bit his lip. He still needed to be closer. He wanted to fucking imprint his whole body on Justin’s. And for once, he thought, he would not mind receiving some marks of his own.
His right hand, squished beneath Justin’s body, splayed out to press against Justin’s stomach. He used it to bring Justin’s pelvis back against his, sliding him the last bit onto his dick. He heard the hitch in Justin’s breathing and felt the resulting pulsing on his own dick.
Moaning into the moist neck, Brian sped the movement of his hand up. He felt the very shallow bucking of Justin’s hips, meeting his fist and bearing down on his cock in a timid volley. “Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged, feeling droplets of sweat rolling down his temple.
Justin’s response was to let his mouth fall open and tilt his head back. Brian immediately latched on the now further exposed neck and jaw again and soaked up the pulse and life under his lips, mesmerized by the moment.
An overwhelming sense of beauty wasn’t something he usually saw in the act of sex. Yet there it was, a feeling that made him want to go smash color onto canvas and call it art.
A pitched groan, almost a scream, and his fingers were being covered in warm liquid. Justin’s fingers dug into Brian’s forearm, his ass contracted around him. All Brian could do was press a bit deeper and gnaw on the smooth jaw while Justin shuddered around him. Brian lifted his head in time to see the last of white erupting from Justin’s cock and soaking into his dark sheets.
Brian thought he saw color splashes before his eyes, no matter the absence of his own orgasm.
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When Brian woke up a couple of hours later, it was cold and the colors were gone.
He reached for the duvet, pulled it up around him and stared at the tangle of sheets on the other side of the bed. He pressed his face into the pillow, but Justin’s smell had already left with him.
[ Step 10 ]
[ previous chapters ]
Step 9: Make Your Move / Abstract Art
Cyn: mock-ups, ticket. Ted: report, Brian quickly typed into his organizer under the table. He was going to try and send someone else to Chicago next week to deal with Brown. Maybe Phil or Anna - he disliked them both.
“I’ve always regarded shoes in a philosophical manner.”
Brian looked up and saw four heads nodding.
“Think about it, they take you everywhere, they are witness to your every adventure. They are more or less your alter ego.”
The heads agreed again and Brian had to fake a cough.
When he looked to the left end of the table, he saw Justin rolling his eyes not at all discreetly. Brian faked another cough.
Suddenly a finger was pointed in his face. “And I want our campaign to reflect that!”
Brian cleared his throat. “Of course, Mr. Denning.”
“Swell!”
Turning his head while Denning was busy collecting praise from the nodders, Brian raised an amused eyebrow at Justin. During the last couple of minutes, he’d kind of forgotten about the weirdness between them.
Justin smiled back. He must have forgotten, too.
He also looked kind of frustrated, Brian found. He probably had a different idea of a Friday night. Well, he wasn’t the only one. Brian’s idea was to get high on the dance floor and get blown in the backroom, maybe have some ass for an encore. He hadn’t been to Babylon in a while.
He tried for another solidarity smile and Justin returned it again, brushing hair from his forehead. Brian still knew how it had smelled.
And just like that, everything shifted. Justin averted his eyes, Brian felt his skin prickle and he knew that they both remembered. When Justin looked back up, Brian noticed a pink tinge spreading beneath his eyes. It made him hard.
“Mr. Kinney, who do you think our target demographic is going to be?”
Shifting in his seat, he turned to Mr. Denning. “Well, given the character of the products and the message you want to convey, I’d say we’re looking at ages 50 and up.”
“Ah yes, good demographic,” Denning said and resumed his talk with the people to his right.
Brian took a sip from his wine and waited a bit before he looked back to the left. He hadn’t expected Justin to be staring openly at him. When Justin finally looked away and bit his lower lip, Brian felt a twitch in his groin. It almost hurt.
The frustration set in like it always did and Brian wanted to hit something. Enough! He had not lived his life boldly, unapologetically, and whatever else adverbs he’d been awarded, to now let this thing, whatever it was, go unanswered. He had to do something.
So when Justin excused himself to the bathroom a minute later, looking a bit flustered, Brian decided to take a chance. He followed him.
+
Brian washed his hands, a task that demanded greatest concentration. He pushed the button for the soap dispenser for the seventh time, something the guy standing next to him obviously noticed. The man stared, but fortunately, lost interest quickly and left.
It was just the two of them then.
Brian prepared, felt ready, but no. One quick look at Justin and he felt his resoluteness dive out the window. He braced himself against the sink. It felt slippery. “Justin, I don’t know what the fuck to do here. Are you…”
“Freaked out? Yeah. Confused? Big time.” Justin rubbed a hand over his forehead, slumping back against the wall with a faint thump.
“Look, I…” Brian didn’t know what to say. Nothing that came to his mind seemed to fit. His indecision turned into helplessness when Justin looked up at him, open, waiting for answers.
Brian had none. He watched as Justin’s eyes glazed over, listened as his breathing sped up. He moved closer and still looked on. Before he knew what he was doing, Brian was reaching out and tilting Justin’s chin up.
He greedily filled his nose with Justin’s smell while his mouth tasted. He waited for Justin to open his lips and inhaled deeper. Brian kissed, licked and, finally, slid his tongue into Justin’s mouth. He swallowed the little grunts, pressed himself closer. When it threatened to become too much, he tore his mouth away, breathing hard. “I want you,” he mumbled into Justin’s neck, wet and hot and true.
Brian pulled back a little, looking at Justin’s face again. The pink lips shimmered and he had to nip at them again, with damp breaths mingling in the air between them. He watched Justin swallow and licked along the bobbing Adam’s apple. Brian’s body ached for this and he was going to lose his mind if he didn’t-
“Yeah,” Justin finally whispered.
Brian’s mouth was suddenly dry. “My place?”
Endless moments, filled only by breathing.
Then, faintly, “Yah.”
+
Justin followed the Corvette through the dark streets.
He would have had all the time to change his mind. He could have easily turned off somewhere and gone the fuck home.
But he didn’t. He wouldn’t be able to go back to how things were, anyway. It may have only been kissing - and a bit more - so far, but his universe had undeniably been unhinged at some of the main holders.
He parked a couple of spots behind Brian and reached for his cell phone. Brian was already getting out of his car and something hot uncurled in Justin’s stomach watching him. Gonna be home very late tonight, don’t worry, he quickly typed and sent. Then, he took a deep breath and got out of the car.
Universe unhinged already, he might as well let it spin.
+
Brian pushed the last bit further, pushed until there was, finally, everything.
He panted, his chest constricting in an awkward rhythm as it pressed to Justin’s back. “Are you okay?” His tongue felt raw, bruised.
Justin shuddered and moaned and clutched his fingers into a pillow next to his head. Brian watched and wanted to make the pain go away, wanted Justin to feel nothing but the pleasure. He pulled on Justin’s hip, repositioning their spooning bodies just a bit when a noise of discomfort stopped him. “Justin?” he murmured into the neck that smelled of perfection. “Are you…? Should I…?”
Justin let his head fall to the pillow, panting. “Just… wait,” he breathed. “God, just wait.”
So they just lay there, Brian buried deep inside Justin, unmoving.
After a while, Brian let his fingers abandon their initial position on hips, roaming out to stroke over twitching stomach muscles and chest instead. His fingertips smoothed along the skin below belly button while his lips skimmed from a shoulder blade to right under a soft earlobe.
And it did the trick. Justin seemed to relax, his breathing sounding more even.
Slowly, mouth and tongue unable to leave the fragrant neck, Brian reached for Justin’s cock. He didn’t miss the low groan from Justin’s lips when his fingers curled around hard flesh.
Justin’s body was still tightly clamped around his dick, and it cost Brian quite a deal of self-restraint to keep his hips still. But the want to make him feel comfortable, amazing, won out. He moved his hand up and down on Justin’s cock, pressure firm, slow.
“Brian…” Justin wheezed. “Oh God.”
Brian bit his lip. He still needed to be closer. He wanted to fucking imprint his whole body on Justin’s. And for once, he thought, he would not mind receiving some marks of his own.
His right hand, squished beneath Justin’s body, splayed out to press against Justin’s stomach. He used it to bring Justin’s pelvis back against his, sliding him the last bit onto his dick. He heard the hitch in Justin’s breathing and felt the resulting pulsing on his own dick.
Moaning into the moist neck, Brian sped the movement of his hand up. He felt the very shallow bucking of Justin’s hips, meeting his fist and bearing down on his cock in a timid volley. “Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged, feeling droplets of sweat rolling down his temple.
Justin’s response was to let his mouth fall open and tilt his head back. Brian immediately latched on the now further exposed neck and jaw again and soaked up the pulse and life under his lips, mesmerized by the moment.
An overwhelming sense of beauty wasn’t something he usually saw in the act of sex. Yet there it was, a feeling that made him want to go smash color onto canvas and call it art.
A pitched groan, almost a scream, and his fingers were being covered in warm liquid. Justin’s fingers dug into Brian’s forearm, his ass contracted around him. All Brian could do was press a bit deeper and gnaw on the smooth jaw while Justin shuddered around him. Brian lifted his head in time to see the last of white erupting from Justin’s cock and soaking into his dark sheets.
Brian thought he saw color splashes before his eyes, no matter the absence of his own orgasm.
+
When Brian woke up a couple of hours later, it was cold and the colors were gone.
He reached for the duvet, pulled it up around him and stared at the tangle of sheets on the other side of the bed. He pressed his face into the pillow, but Justin’s smell had already left with him.
[ Step 10 ]