first two smutty things
Twisted & Private Moment
Brian/Justin, of course | post-513 | smut, smut, and a bit of teh love
The first two smutty mini-fics for the first two one-word smut prompts!
Warning: I wrote these just now, I’m supertired and probably typo-blind. Please let me know if you come across any things of that sort.
Twisted
Prompt: snore
Brian knows it’s slightly twisted, but sometimes he can’t fucking help himself. It’s not his fault that Justin’s and his routines are so different or that he is simply horny in the morning.
“Justin?” he breathes into the warm neck, pushing blankets and pillows out of the way until he can press himself to Justin’s naked backside.
Justin gives a little sound and Brian hopes that this means he’s not one hundred percent asleep. He feels bad about this. Justin probably only got to bed two hours ago. Brian pulls away and darts a quick look at the alarm clock. He needs to get up in twenty minutes and get ready for his day. He could always just go jerk off in the shower. Or find a trick over the course of the day, even.
Yeah, he should let Justin sleep.
Brian thinks about the day ahead of him. It’s going to be long and stressful and damn it, he needs a dose of Justin to get through it.
He moans when he pushes against Justin again and his dick slips along Justin’s ass. Brian can’t help but rub against him while pushing Justin’s hair away to speak into his ear. “Are you awake?” He drops his head and kisses a smooth shoulder, his hands glide up Justin’s sides, feeling the sleep-warmed smooth skin. “God, I want you. Justin?” he mumbles into Justin’s back.
The only answer he gets is a sigh.
When Justin’s really asleep, asleep after working himself to exhaustion during the night, asleep after a marathon of fucking, he sleeps like the dead. It’s creepy actually just how deep a sleeper he is.
Brian pushes all thoughts of pervert and sleep-assault away and reaches for the lube. He hopes Justin won’t mind. Or feel taken advantage of.
Justin’s legs part easily and Brian’s fingers meet very little resistance. Justin hitches out a moan when Brian slides inside and Brian has no idea when exactly he woke up. Or if he is even awake right now. He makes low mewling sounds as Brian slides in and out of him and they turn Brian on so fucking much.
Sometimes Brian wants to just fucking melt into Justin and curses the laws of physics that make it impossible. He slides his arms around Justin’s body, breathes against his shoulder and holds Justin’s pliant body as close as possible to his own.
Justin’s breathing speeds up when Brian nudges his prostate and makes sure to push against it again and again. Brian comes a minute later, plastered to Justin’s back, and bites his lower lip against the shudders that wreck his body.
He doesn’t remember the last time he’s come so quickly.
Carefully, he pulls out and turns Justin over. His eyes are still closed but there’s no way he’s still asleep. Brian kisses Justin’s stomach, leaves kisses on the way down to his cock. He takes the swollen dick into his mouth and takes the sleepy purr as a confirmation. He licks Justin’s beautiful dick, sucks on his full and tight balls and soon, Justin is moaning and twitching and coming down Brian’s throat. Brian watches, tastes, and remembers why he doesn’t do this with tricks anymore.
Brian hits the off-button fifteen seconds before the alarm goes off. When he comes back out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, showered and dressed, he finds Justin lying on his stomach in the center of the bed, snoring.
Brian wonders if Justin is going to remember anything when he wakes up. Brian kind of hopes he doesn’t.
Fuck, he’s twisted.
Private Moment
Prompt: intense
Justin watches everything through a fog. He watches how the two men lick and suck and worship Brian’s body. The mouth around his own dick makes pleasure zip through him with every deep-throat. The fingers pressing and sliding up and down his crack make him feel needy.
He wants to close his eyes but he can’t stop watching Brian. Somewhere within the first ten minutes he has managed to put his jealousy issues aside and started to enjoy the show and the attention. By now he’s turned on so much it makes him dizzy.
He watches the muscles in Brian’s stomach twitch as the dark guy sucks on Brian’s balls. He almost comes when Brian throws his head back and sees how Brian’s hands grab more tightly onto the backrest. Justin’s own trick has started pulling his ass wider and Justin feels his fingers slip with more pressure past his hole, slower. His eyes flutter shut again, but almost instantly he opens them again, not wanting to miss anything of what’s going on a few feet away.
Brian’s mouth is open now, head still tilted back a bit. Justin’s own mouth feels dry. Fuck, he wants to kiss Brian. Trick no.2 licks his way up Brian’s chest, up further, till he’s kissing his throat.
Justin feels jealousy nudge him again. It mutates into almost-panic when he sees the trick reaching Brian’s jaw, mouth sliding forward.
Just then a finger pushes inside him and Justin struggles to regain his senses. Brian. His eyes find him again. Brian’s hand is on the trick’s head, pushing him down, away. Justin would have smiled if it weren’t for the fingers, there were two now, brushing his prostate and making him shake instead. He bites his lip and rides the wave of arousal.
The next time he looks at Brian, Brian is watching him. The dark trick is back to sucking Brian’s cock, back to sharing with the blondish guy. Sometimes it still amazes Justin how long Brian can actually last.
Brian’s eyes are intense across the small room and Justin is mesmerized. He feels a little light-headed, Brian’s stare and the steam probably working together. The fingers slip out of his ass and once again slide and press against him from the outside. Jesus, this feels good.
Even though he’s fighting to keep his eyes open, he can still notice the shift in Brian’s eyes. And then, slowly, he sees Brian reach out his hand. They’re too far apart to actually touch, but the gesture lets something snap loose inside Justin. He reaches down and carefully pulls the lovely trick’s head from his dick. He smiles a thank you or something similar. He doesn’t want to be a complete ass. Brian of course is less gracious and simply pushes the two guys away when Justin starts walking towards him. As soon as he’s within reach, he pulls Justin onto his lap and reaches behind him, to one of the alcoves, for a condom.
When Justin slides down on Brian’s dick, he knows that Brian’s impressive moan is just for him, because of him. They’re both breathing hard and Justin watches while Brian blinks until his eyes are clear again. They don’t move their hips. Brian brings his hands up to Justin’s face, smoothes his fingers over Justin’s jaw and pulls him down to his lips.
The kiss goes on and on and Justin forgets the twenty men around them. When he feels Brian’s arms wrapping around him tightly, he thinks that Brian does, too.
Brian/Justin, of course | post-513 | smut, smut, and a bit of teh love
The first two smutty mini-fics for the first two one-word smut prompts!
Warning: I wrote these just now, I’m supertired and probably typo-blind. Please let me know if you come across any things of that sort.
Twisted
Prompt: snore
Brian knows it’s slightly twisted, but sometimes he can’t fucking help himself. It’s not his fault that Justin’s and his routines are so different or that he is simply horny in the morning.
“Justin?” he breathes into the warm neck, pushing blankets and pillows out of the way until he can press himself to Justin’s naked backside.
Justin gives a little sound and Brian hopes that this means he’s not one hundred percent asleep. He feels bad about this. Justin probably only got to bed two hours ago. Brian pulls away and darts a quick look at the alarm clock. He needs to get up in twenty minutes and get ready for his day. He could always just go jerk off in the shower. Or find a trick over the course of the day, even.
Yeah, he should let Justin sleep.
Brian thinks about the day ahead of him. It’s going to be long and stressful and damn it, he needs a dose of Justin to get through it.
He moans when he pushes against Justin again and his dick slips along Justin’s ass. Brian can’t help but rub against him while pushing Justin’s hair away to speak into his ear. “Are you awake?” He drops his head and kisses a smooth shoulder, his hands glide up Justin’s sides, feeling the sleep-warmed smooth skin. “God, I want you. Justin?” he mumbles into Justin’s back.
The only answer he gets is a sigh.
When Justin’s really asleep, asleep after working himself to exhaustion during the night, asleep after a marathon of fucking, he sleeps like the dead. It’s creepy actually just how deep a sleeper he is.
Brian pushes all thoughts of pervert and sleep-assault away and reaches for the lube. He hopes Justin won’t mind. Or feel taken advantage of.
Justin’s legs part easily and Brian’s fingers meet very little resistance. Justin hitches out a moan when Brian slides inside and Brian has no idea when exactly he woke up. Or if he is even awake right now. He makes low mewling sounds as Brian slides in and out of him and they turn Brian on so fucking much.
Sometimes Brian wants to just fucking melt into Justin and curses the laws of physics that make it impossible. He slides his arms around Justin’s body, breathes against his shoulder and holds Justin’s pliant body as close as possible to his own.
Justin’s breathing speeds up when Brian nudges his prostate and makes sure to push against it again and again. Brian comes a minute later, plastered to Justin’s back, and bites his lower lip against the shudders that wreck his body.
He doesn’t remember the last time he’s come so quickly.
Carefully, he pulls out and turns Justin over. His eyes are still closed but there’s no way he’s still asleep. Brian kisses Justin’s stomach, leaves kisses on the way down to his cock. He takes the swollen dick into his mouth and takes the sleepy purr as a confirmation. He licks Justin’s beautiful dick, sucks on his full and tight balls and soon, Justin is moaning and twitching and coming down Brian’s throat. Brian watches, tastes, and remembers why he doesn’t do this with tricks anymore.
Brian hits the off-button fifteen seconds before the alarm goes off. When he comes back out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, showered and dressed, he finds Justin lying on his stomach in the center of the bed, snoring.
Brian wonders if Justin is going to remember anything when he wakes up. Brian kind of hopes he doesn’t.
Fuck, he’s twisted.
Private Moment
Prompt: intense
Justin watches everything through a fog. He watches how the two men lick and suck and worship Brian’s body. The mouth around his own dick makes pleasure zip through him with every deep-throat. The fingers pressing and sliding up and down his crack make him feel needy.
He wants to close his eyes but he can’t stop watching Brian. Somewhere within the first ten minutes he has managed to put his jealousy issues aside and started to enjoy the show and the attention. By now he’s turned on so much it makes him dizzy.
He watches the muscles in Brian’s stomach twitch as the dark guy sucks on Brian’s balls. He almost comes when Brian throws his head back and sees how Brian’s hands grab more tightly onto the backrest. Justin’s own trick has started pulling his ass wider and Justin feels his fingers slip with more pressure past his hole, slower. His eyes flutter shut again, but almost instantly he opens them again, not wanting to miss anything of what’s going on a few feet away.
Brian’s mouth is open now, head still tilted back a bit. Justin’s own mouth feels dry. Fuck, he wants to kiss Brian. Trick no.2 licks his way up Brian’s chest, up further, till he’s kissing his throat.
Justin feels jealousy nudge him again. It mutates into almost-panic when he sees the trick reaching Brian’s jaw, mouth sliding forward.
Just then a finger pushes inside him and Justin struggles to regain his senses. Brian. His eyes find him again. Brian’s hand is on the trick’s head, pushing him down, away. Justin would have smiled if it weren’t for the fingers, there were two now, brushing his prostate and making him shake instead. He bites his lip and rides the wave of arousal.
The next time he looks at Brian, Brian is watching him. The dark trick is back to sucking Brian’s cock, back to sharing with the blondish guy. Sometimes it still amazes Justin how long Brian can actually last.
Brian’s eyes are intense across the small room and Justin is mesmerized. He feels a little light-headed, Brian’s stare and the steam probably working together. The fingers slip out of his ass and once again slide and press against him from the outside. Jesus, this feels good.
Even though he’s fighting to keep his eyes open, he can still notice the shift in Brian’s eyes. And then, slowly, he sees Brian reach out his hand. They’re too far apart to actually touch, but the gesture lets something snap loose inside Justin. He reaches down and carefully pulls the lovely trick’s head from his dick. He smiles a thank you or something similar. He doesn’t want to be a complete ass. Brian of course is less gracious and simply pushes the two guys away when Justin starts walking towards him. As soon as he’s within reach, he pulls Justin onto his lap and reaches behind him, to one of the alcoves, for a condom.
When Justin slides down on Brian’s dick, he knows that Brian’s impressive moan is just for him, because of him. They’re both breathing hard and Justin watches while Brian blinks until his eyes are clear again. They don’t move their hips. Brian brings his hands up to Justin’s face, smoothes his fingers over Justin’s jaw and pulls him down to his lips.
The kiss goes on and on and Justin forgets the twenty men around them. When he feels Brian’s arms wrapping around him tightly, he thinks that Brian does, too.