Phenomena 8/? Porn-y, prOn, PR-ON. :)
In honor of the movie that was shafted...my plot bunny got randy. :)
“Justin!!!!!!” Brian yelled from the living room.
“What, asshole, I’m trying to pack!!!!!!!”
“Whatthefuckever! Your couch is disgusting Justin. I need someplace to sit and I can’t sit on the Goodwill Spring 06 collection anymore.”
Justin rolled his eyes as he meandered out of his tiny bedroom, “Whatever, half of that nastiness on that couch is from you and the other half is because of you. I don’t want to hear you bitching, Mr. We-Can-Destroy-Justin’s-Couch-Now.”
Brian grinned. His stomach was full of butterflies wearing little butterfly-sized combat boots. His test had just come back negative for everything and he was sure that Justin’s had as well. He had snooped when he had gotten to the apartment two days prior. They were both clean and free to have copious amounts of raw sex. And Brian was fucking horny!!!!!! One week of none-stop sex per month was NOT enough, but he had done it…with Daphne breathing down his fucking neck the entire time, but done it nonetheless. Daphne was a ridiculous babysitter; she was always around.
Justin could see the train of thought coasting behind Brian’s eyes. He knew that he could initiate it pretty simply by just playing hide the box of condoms but he kind of wanted to see what Brian would do. He was evil like that. He knew Brian was ridiculously nervous about this but he thought perhaps it was simply that Brian knew that if he started having raw sex the likelihood of stopping would be…yeah, not so much, and that would mean monogamy and that is the dirtiest word that Brian knows.
So he watched and he waited. It’s really funny how bad Brian is at hinting, and snooping. It was so obvious: the file was open on the kitchen counter and their test results were next to each other, face up. Yeah, Brian wasn’t excited or anything.
Brian just huffed at Justin. He was getting impatient, every time they had had sex in the past 24 hours, Brian had expected Justin to have hidden or oops forgotten to buy condoms. But no, there were plenty of condoms, in a bowl, on the coffee table-which always cracked Brian up. Nice. He had learned well, but now Justin, usually the most persistent little fuck that Brian knew was going to make him initiate something he had sworn never to do in the first place and yeah, OK! Brian was nervous about it.
Justin shifted back and forth on the balls of his feet, completely content in the knowledge that two days from today Brian and he would be in the corvette and all of his art and clothes would be in a tiny moving truck following them HOME! His world? Entirely copasetic, and he also knew that he and Brian would shortly be having what he could only imagine to be the most amazing sexual experience ever. And if being Brian Kinney’s lover for almost 6 years had taught him anything, it was that anticipation always makes sex better. He walked around the-god it really was fucking gross-couch and into Brian’s arms. He stood there letting his breath ghost over the left side of Brian’s throat, smelling him in and breathing him out.
And suddenly the pheremones kicked in and Justin put his hand behind Brian’s head to pull him into a kiss. Brian ripped his head to the side, unable to meet Justin on his terms for this because this was bigger than he may be able to handle. Justin moved his hand away but lunged forward, a bit less desperately, needing to taste the inside of Brian’s mouth--*now*. Brian put one hand on Justin’s hip and the other around his neck. This was his and this was on his terms, not the other way around, no demanding, no moving ahead of the pace. Brian pulled Justin to him and kissed him with a passion that left them both panting and dizzy.
Justin was the first to break the kiss, sliding down Brian’s naked torso to his jeans, licking and sucking as he reached Brian’s fly, tugging at the buttons and popping them one at a time. Brian stood, eyes hooded, looking down at Justin when just as quickly as he had dropped Justin jumped back up, claiming Brian’s mouth as his own, their heads tilted to opposite sides at the same moment-moving back and forth, rocking against each other in the fire of the moment. And Brian knew that this was it, the is what he had wanted and couldn’t vocalize. This-Christ, this started back in Mikey’s fucking bedroom when Justin had that stupid picture of he and Mikey from high school and they had fucked with the whole family beneath their feet. Even earlier if he was honest with himself because this is what Brian had seen in the eyes of the blond boy who had stood under the streetlamp terrified. It was the tightening in his gut every time Justin had walked away from him. It was what made him hold Justin when he thought he would be the one moving to New York, years ago. But then Justin was sliding down his body again and sucking the tip of Brian’s dick into his mouth and all coherent thought died.
Justin used his tongue to lave the underside of Brian’s cock, pulling up on the vein and ending at his leaking slit. He pushed every button Brian had, including the oh so sensitive, and if he was just turned on enough, highly ticklish place between his balls and ass-hole. Apparently Brian was more than turned on because he shot about 2 feet off the floor when Justin used his index finger to lightly trace the soft skin.
“Fuck!” breathed Brian, yanking up on Justin’s shirt, pulling and pushing him until they were at the bedroom door. Brian was about to pounce on the blonde and throw him back on the tiny bed but Justin was faster. In one motion Brian went from standing to flat on his back in the middle of the bed. He tried to move, to help, to get Justin more naked because FUCK clothes but,
“Don’t you fucking dare…” Justin’s eyes had gone so dark that all Brian could see was pupil as he slowly pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. Brian’s breath caught in his throat. At some point in the last 15 minutes Justin had put his nipple ring in…he hadn’t worn it in years but Brian couldn’t get enough, tugging on it and tonguing it when Justin had first gotten the piercing.
“I figured ‘til death do us part deserved some kind of metal band,” Justin smiled, his voice dangerously low as he dropped his pants and walked to the end of the bed, pulling Brian’s jeans down and off.
Brian was too far gone. He knew Justin was speaking but he couldn’t have put words together if his life depended on it. He was on overload, the predatory side of his brain battling with the apparently inability of his limbs to move. But then Justin was on him, skin fused against his, chest to chest and cock to cock. Justin spread his legs, easing his body all around Brian’s, kissing his face and neck.
Brian tried to move, tried to roll them over but Justin had none of it. “No. I’m going to watch you while I fuck myself up and down your dick.” Brian’s mouth went completely dry, he fumbled at the top of the nightstand, clutching desperately for something that resembled a bottle of lube. Justin ran his fingertips up and down Brian’s chest, arms and stomach, repeating nonsense patters that had Brian moaning as his dick slipped between Justin’s ass cheeks. Justin wrenched the lube out of Brian’s hand and lifted up, showing Brian as his fingers disappeared into his own ass, preparing himself. Brian moved his fingers to where Justin’s were penetrating his body and slicking his own fingers with lube. He moved to run his hand up and down his cock, once, and hard or he would cum right now, just from seeing Justin writhing above him.
“Bri…now, now now….now!” Justin chanted, needing to feel him. Brian lifted his head and wrapped his hand around Justin’s waist as Justin grasped Brian’s dick and lowered himself-slamming his ass down, all the way to Brian’s balls.
Brian’s head snapped back so fast and hard he was surprised he hadn’t broken his neck. The white hot, searing heat was nothing he had imagined. “Fucking Christ don’t fucking move.” He ground out, needing to stay-“just fucking…wait…fuck…Justin.” Brian opened his eyes and looked at Justin, head tossed back and panting, murmuring Brian’s name over and over, a mantra, the velvet skin on skin like nothing either had ever imagined.
“Can’t…Brian…I need…now. I can’t…” He was panting and gasping and his hips started to flick of their own volition. Brian sucked in air like he was drowning, and Justin’s moans turned to outright groans as he sunk hard, hitting the sweet spot just under his pelvic bone. Two, maybe three more thrusts and Brian was sent hurling head first into a blinding orgasm, shooting load after load of cum into Justin’s ass. Justin felt Brian erupt, heat and liquid filling him and he couldn’t take it. His orgasm hit him so hard he almost passed out.
Justin collapsed onto Brian’s chest, both breathing like they had run a marathon. Brian stayed in Justin, trying to put the pieces of himself back together, but in that moment nothing else existed, and as Justin shifted Brian felt his dick slide in his own cum, felt the heat of Justin’s ass and groaned.
“I hope that you are fucking ready to do that again soon.” Justin huffed against Brian’s throat as he flicked his hips slightly sending Brian into another tailspin of need.
They destroyed the bed too.
They also ended up following the moving van a couple of days later. At first they were in the lead but the guys in the truck got frustrated with the blonde kid’s food poisoning. Why else would they need to stop at every rest stop, and even a couple of camping sites between New York and Pittsburgh?
“Justin!!!!!!” Brian yelled from the living room.
“What, asshole, I’m trying to pack!!!!!!!”
“Whatthefuckever! Your couch is disgusting Justin. I need someplace to sit and I can’t sit on the Goodwill Spring 06 collection anymore.”
Justin rolled his eyes as he meandered out of his tiny bedroom, “Whatever, half of that nastiness on that couch is from you and the other half is because of you. I don’t want to hear you bitching, Mr. We-Can-Destroy-Justin’s-Couch-Now.”
Brian grinned. His stomach was full of butterflies wearing little butterfly-sized combat boots. His test had just come back negative for everything and he was sure that Justin’s had as well. He had snooped when he had gotten to the apartment two days prior. They were both clean and free to have copious amounts of raw sex. And Brian was fucking horny!!!!!! One week of none-stop sex per month was NOT enough, but he had done it…with Daphne breathing down his fucking neck the entire time, but done it nonetheless. Daphne was a ridiculous babysitter; she was always around.
Justin could see the train of thought coasting behind Brian’s eyes. He knew that he could initiate it pretty simply by just playing hide the box of condoms but he kind of wanted to see what Brian would do. He was evil like that. He knew Brian was ridiculously nervous about this but he thought perhaps it was simply that Brian knew that if he started having raw sex the likelihood of stopping would be…yeah, not so much, and that would mean monogamy and that is the dirtiest word that Brian knows.
So he watched and he waited. It’s really funny how bad Brian is at hinting, and snooping. It was so obvious: the file was open on the kitchen counter and their test results were next to each other, face up. Yeah, Brian wasn’t excited or anything.
Brian just huffed at Justin. He was getting impatient, every time they had had sex in the past 24 hours, Brian had expected Justin to have hidden or oops forgotten to buy condoms. But no, there were plenty of condoms, in a bowl, on the coffee table-which always cracked Brian up. Nice. He had learned well, but now Justin, usually the most persistent little fuck that Brian knew was going to make him initiate something he had sworn never to do in the first place and yeah, OK! Brian was nervous about it.
Justin shifted back and forth on the balls of his feet, completely content in the knowledge that two days from today Brian and he would be in the corvette and all of his art and clothes would be in a tiny moving truck following them HOME! His world? Entirely copasetic, and he also knew that he and Brian would shortly be having what he could only imagine to be the most amazing sexual experience ever. And if being Brian Kinney’s lover for almost 6 years had taught him anything, it was that anticipation always makes sex better. He walked around the-god it really was fucking gross-couch and into Brian’s arms. He stood there letting his breath ghost over the left side of Brian’s throat, smelling him in and breathing him out.
And suddenly the pheremones kicked in and Justin put his hand behind Brian’s head to pull him into a kiss. Brian ripped his head to the side, unable to meet Justin on his terms for this because this was bigger than he may be able to handle. Justin moved his hand away but lunged forward, a bit less desperately, needing to taste the inside of Brian’s mouth--*now*. Brian put one hand on Justin’s hip and the other around his neck. This was his and this was on his terms, not the other way around, no demanding, no moving ahead of the pace. Brian pulled Justin to him and kissed him with a passion that left them both panting and dizzy.
Justin was the first to break the kiss, sliding down Brian’s naked torso to his jeans, licking and sucking as he reached Brian’s fly, tugging at the buttons and popping them one at a time. Brian stood, eyes hooded, looking down at Justin when just as quickly as he had dropped Justin jumped back up, claiming Brian’s mouth as his own, their heads tilted to opposite sides at the same moment-moving back and forth, rocking against each other in the fire of the moment. And Brian knew that this was it, the is what he had wanted and couldn’t vocalize. This-Christ, this started back in Mikey’s fucking bedroom when Justin had that stupid picture of he and Mikey from high school and they had fucked with the whole family beneath their feet. Even earlier if he was honest with himself because this is what Brian had seen in the eyes of the blond boy who had stood under the streetlamp terrified. It was the tightening in his gut every time Justin had walked away from him. It was what made him hold Justin when he thought he would be the one moving to New York, years ago. But then Justin was sliding down his body again and sucking the tip of Brian’s dick into his mouth and all coherent thought died.
Justin used his tongue to lave the underside of Brian’s cock, pulling up on the vein and ending at his leaking slit. He pushed every button Brian had, including the oh so sensitive, and if he was just turned on enough, highly ticklish place between his balls and ass-hole. Apparently Brian was more than turned on because he shot about 2 feet off the floor when Justin used his index finger to lightly trace the soft skin.
“Fuck!” breathed Brian, yanking up on Justin’s shirt, pulling and pushing him until they were at the bedroom door. Brian was about to pounce on the blonde and throw him back on the tiny bed but Justin was faster. In one motion Brian went from standing to flat on his back in the middle of the bed. He tried to move, to help, to get Justin more naked because FUCK clothes but,
“Don’t you fucking dare…” Justin’s eyes had gone so dark that all Brian could see was pupil as he slowly pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. Brian’s breath caught in his throat. At some point in the last 15 minutes Justin had put his nipple ring in…he hadn’t worn it in years but Brian couldn’t get enough, tugging on it and tonguing it when Justin had first gotten the piercing.
“I figured ‘til death do us part deserved some kind of metal band,” Justin smiled, his voice dangerously low as he dropped his pants and walked to the end of the bed, pulling Brian’s jeans down and off.
Brian was too far gone. He knew Justin was speaking but he couldn’t have put words together if his life depended on it. He was on overload, the predatory side of his brain battling with the apparently inability of his limbs to move. But then Justin was on him, skin fused against his, chest to chest and cock to cock. Justin spread his legs, easing his body all around Brian’s, kissing his face and neck.
Brian tried to move, tried to roll them over but Justin had none of it. “No. I’m going to watch you while I fuck myself up and down your dick.” Brian’s mouth went completely dry, he fumbled at the top of the nightstand, clutching desperately for something that resembled a bottle of lube. Justin ran his fingertips up and down Brian’s chest, arms and stomach, repeating nonsense patters that had Brian moaning as his dick slipped between Justin’s ass cheeks. Justin wrenched the lube out of Brian’s hand and lifted up, showing Brian as his fingers disappeared into his own ass, preparing himself. Brian moved his fingers to where Justin’s were penetrating his body and slicking his own fingers with lube. He moved to run his hand up and down his cock, once, and hard or he would cum right now, just from seeing Justin writhing above him.
“Bri…now, now now….now!” Justin chanted, needing to feel him. Brian lifted his head and wrapped his hand around Justin’s waist as Justin grasped Brian’s dick and lowered himself-slamming his ass down, all the way to Brian’s balls.
Brian’s head snapped back so fast and hard he was surprised he hadn’t broken his neck. The white hot, searing heat was nothing he had imagined. “Fucking Christ don’t fucking move.” He ground out, needing to stay-“just fucking…wait…fuck…Justin.” Brian opened his eyes and looked at Justin, head tossed back and panting, murmuring Brian’s name over and over, a mantra, the velvet skin on skin like nothing either had ever imagined.
“Can’t…Brian…I need…now. I can’t…” He was panting and gasping and his hips started to flick of their own volition. Brian sucked in air like he was drowning, and Justin’s moans turned to outright groans as he sunk hard, hitting the sweet spot just under his pelvic bone. Two, maybe three more thrusts and Brian was sent hurling head first into a blinding orgasm, shooting load after load of cum into Justin’s ass. Justin felt Brian erupt, heat and liquid filling him and he couldn’t take it. His orgasm hit him so hard he almost passed out.
Justin collapsed onto Brian’s chest, both breathing like they had run a marathon. Brian stayed in Justin, trying to put the pieces of himself back together, but in that moment nothing else existed, and as Justin shifted Brian felt his dick slide in his own cum, felt the heat of Justin’s ass and groaned.
“I hope that you are fucking ready to do that again soon.” Justin huffed against Brian’s throat as he flicked his hips slightly sending Brian into another tailspin of need.
They destroyed the bed too.
They also ended up following the moving van a couple of days later. At first they were in the lead but the guys in the truck got frustrated with the blonde kid’s food poisoning. Why else would they need to stop at every rest stop, and even a couple of camping sites between New York and Pittsburgh?