Phenomena, Ch 9/?
I've started watching Supernatural and it's actually making me miss QAF!!! Anyway, my muse is apparently horny as hell since she is completely unwilling to produce anything with a plot but she's good for a strong NC-17. Apparently *raw* has the same effect on her as it does on Brian. ;) Enjoy!!!
The urgency slamed so hard into him he could barely breathe. He had just been standing there listening to the sound of other people. Their voices washed over him like water and he was caught in it. His eyes were unseeing, unfocused on a sea of color in front of him and just like that his head snapped to the side and his vision cleared and he was there, in front of him.
The moment he saw him, his system flooded with so much fire it started to eat his skin and he knew, *knew* that he had to buried deep inside of him or be eaten alive by the flame that had become so welcome to him it was the only place he could be at home.
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Justin had been staring at Brian from across the gallery and there was something...different. Trepidatious almost. Brian stared at one of his paintings like it held the key to all of the mysteries that the universe had ever held. He seemed lost in the colors of hazel, brown, gold and green; and he just stared at it. Justin saw is chest rise and fall deeply, like he had slipped into the deepest of meditations and suddenly he had to touch him, had to get to him and ground him because if he fell any further...
He took one step towards Brian and his head snapped to him so quickly and hard it made Justin jump backwards. His eyes were fucking glowing. It was the most beautiful he had ever looked, without exception. In all the years, in all the crazy, ah-mAzing times they'd had the intensity in Brian's eyes right here right now had erased everything and it stunned Justin. He could feel heat from Brian's gaze and it stopped mattering what had put him into this trance, all Justin could do was move towards him slowly, purposefully, to begin the only dance that they could both fall into completely.
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"Now." Brian murmured under his breath the faint command. Justin moved towards him haltingly but his eyes echoed the need consuming Brian, eating him alive. Since he and Justin had come back there was something in their pattern that had shifted. They had been forced to talk for 6 months. Forced, Brian was forced to express all the time, with words what he couldn't express when he walked up and wrapped his long arms around Justin's torso, pulling his back against his chest, resting his chin on his shoulder. They had to figure out how to show affection electronically and they had done so. But now, being able to touch had shifted something, and being able to touch when it was just them, just skin on skin on soft and wet and hot and velvet...Christ! Brian had forgotton what reality was before he and Justin and fucking hell it possessed him. The feeling of his cum surrounding him, rubbing into the skin clenching against him. It was like being 18 all over again. He could not stop moving, his hips continuing to flick and flex well after the last drops of cum leaked from his cock.
The relationship stopped needing words and they were silent now, a lot of time was spent in just silence, savoring the fact that they could touch each other whenever they wanted. Brian, as usual, always had some kind of contact with Justin, but now, with Justin's return and ability to just be...Justin...he was reaching for Brian too. Not with desperation, not with the worry that his inner 17 year old no longer had, just reach for him, touch him, sigh, be. They were always connected and if they had to walk away from each other. If an opening at Lindsay's old gallery had Brian staring at a picture inspired by his own gaze; well, that could only last for a few minutes. Touching had become the only way to breathe.
Brian's pulse was slow but loud in his head, Justin reached him and folded himself into Brian's embrace, staring into his eyes and then turning his gaze on the painting that he loved. "I hope you know that we're keeping this one," Brian grated out, using every ounce of self-control he possessed not to show these snooty patrons what living art looked like.
Justin just nodded. He knew. "I need you." It was like lightening, and before he even realized why his skin was being peppered with icy cold, Brian had pulled Justin past the coat check, out the door and to the fuckmobile. "In!"
They sped to the loft and pulled in--home--running up the stairs, laughing and tripping, the flurry of snow on shoulders and in hair melting and dripping, one lone drop rolling down to the tip of Brian's nose and as he unlocked the door Justin licked it off with the tip of his tongue.
Brian shoved him inside so hard he almost fell onto the wood floor but Brian grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to him so that they were chest to chest. The need in Brian was so large, so encompassing that he actually needed to push Justin away. The world just became Justin and they tugged on each other, battling out their own demons, screaming and clawing their way into one another.
He pulled Justin to him and kissed him desperately. Justin panted and kissed him back, brows furrowed, gasping. His hands scrambled for purchase on something and finally Brian caught the back of his shirt and tugged, fisting the soft fabric and pulling it so that it bunched around Justin's shoulders. He ran his tongue along Justin's lips, tracing their shape and then deepening the kiss again. He used his body to pull Justin to the floor with him. Pushing him backwards to the floor in the same moment that he swooped his shirt over his head. Justin fell back, bare torso so hot that the cold hardwood didn't even enter his consciousness. He reached for Brian's fly only to have his hands slapped away, Brian's hands opening his fly and freeing his cock. With that Brian was back on him, arms on either side of his head, kissing him, fisting his hair, arms flexing with the exertion and desire. He ground down into Justin.
Justin scrambled, his hands scratching and burning down Brian's back and then dipping under his to undo the far, far too many and too closed buttons. He popped one at a time, finally reaching Brian's cloth covered cock, hard and pulsing. He freed Brian's dick the moment that Brian pulled off of him panting.
Brian's eyes were wild. He pulled a tiny tube of lube out of his pants pocket, smirking at Justin as they both kicked their pants down their legs. Justin snatched the lube out of Brian's hands and slicked him hand over Brian's dick, using his wet fingers to prepare himself quickly. Brian's growl started deep in his throat as he watched Justin flex and scissor his fingers. He knocked him hand out of the way and lunged forward, burying himself to the hilt in Justin, gasping, his feet kicking into the floor as Justin moan long and low.
Every time, every-fucking-time. "Don't fucking move Justin!"
"I swear to god Brian, I will fucking kill you myself if you don't fuck me hard, right now!"
Brian pulled out slowly, inch-by-inch, Justin's muscles clenching over him, grabbing him, pulling him back in. He slammed in so hard that Justin's head snapped back against the floor. "Yes..." they both hissed in unison--rocking together hard, fast, urgent, and then Brian lost control, the fire was so hot he stopped breathing, stopped seeing, all he heard was the rushing of his own blood and as he started cumming his heart felt like it fucking stopped.
As soon as Justin felt the first pulse of molten liquid hit inside of him, he couldn't hold out any more and their stomachs were slicked over with cum over and over.
Panting, they fell together in a heap, trying to remember what oxygen actually felt like. It was just a haze, smelling of Brian and Justin and tasting and feeling and if neither of them ever moved again that would be just fine.
"It really fucking good that you're home."
"Yeah." Justin just smiled and rolled his hips. They would both ache from the hard floor tomorrow but with them, no matter what, the pleasure made the pain well worth it.
The urgency slamed so hard into him he could barely breathe. He had just been standing there listening to the sound of other people. Their voices washed over him like water and he was caught in it. His eyes were unseeing, unfocused on a sea of color in front of him and just like that his head snapped to the side and his vision cleared and he was there, in front of him.
The moment he saw him, his system flooded with so much fire it started to eat his skin and he knew, *knew* that he had to buried deep inside of him or be eaten alive by the flame that had become so welcome to him it was the only place he could be at home.
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Justin had been staring at Brian from across the gallery and there was something...different. Trepidatious almost. Brian stared at one of his paintings like it held the key to all of the mysteries that the universe had ever held. He seemed lost in the colors of hazel, brown, gold and green; and he just stared at it. Justin saw is chest rise and fall deeply, like he had slipped into the deepest of meditations and suddenly he had to touch him, had to get to him and ground him because if he fell any further...
He took one step towards Brian and his head snapped to him so quickly and hard it made Justin jump backwards. His eyes were fucking glowing. It was the most beautiful he had ever looked, without exception. In all the years, in all the crazy, ah-mAzing times they'd had the intensity in Brian's eyes right here right now had erased everything and it stunned Justin. He could feel heat from Brian's gaze and it stopped mattering what had put him into this trance, all Justin could do was move towards him slowly, purposefully, to begin the only dance that they could both fall into completely.
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"Now." Brian murmured under his breath the faint command. Justin moved towards him haltingly but his eyes echoed the need consuming Brian, eating him alive. Since he and Justin had come back there was something in their pattern that had shifted. They had been forced to talk for 6 months. Forced, Brian was forced to express all the time, with words what he couldn't express when he walked up and wrapped his long arms around Justin's torso, pulling his back against his chest, resting his chin on his shoulder. They had to figure out how to show affection electronically and they had done so. But now, being able to touch had shifted something, and being able to touch when it was just them, just skin on skin on soft and wet and hot and velvet...Christ! Brian had forgotton what reality was before he and Justin and fucking hell it possessed him. The feeling of his cum surrounding him, rubbing into the skin clenching against him. It was like being 18 all over again. He could not stop moving, his hips continuing to flick and flex well after the last drops of cum leaked from his cock.
The relationship stopped needing words and they were silent now, a lot of time was spent in just silence, savoring the fact that they could touch each other whenever they wanted. Brian, as usual, always had some kind of contact with Justin, but now, with Justin's return and ability to just be...Justin...he was reaching for Brian too. Not with desperation, not with the worry that his inner 17 year old no longer had, just reach for him, touch him, sigh, be. They were always connected and if they had to walk away from each other. If an opening at Lindsay's old gallery had Brian staring at a picture inspired by his own gaze; well, that could only last for a few minutes. Touching had become the only way to breathe.
Brian's pulse was slow but loud in his head, Justin reached him and folded himself into Brian's embrace, staring into his eyes and then turning his gaze on the painting that he loved. "I hope you know that we're keeping this one," Brian grated out, using every ounce of self-control he possessed not to show these snooty patrons what living art looked like.
Justin just nodded. He knew. "I need you." It was like lightening, and before he even realized why his skin was being peppered with icy cold, Brian had pulled Justin past the coat check, out the door and to the fuckmobile. "In!"
They sped to the loft and pulled in--home--running up the stairs, laughing and tripping, the flurry of snow on shoulders and in hair melting and dripping, one lone drop rolling down to the tip of Brian's nose and as he unlocked the door Justin licked it off with the tip of his tongue.
Brian shoved him inside so hard he almost fell onto the wood floor but Brian grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to him so that they were chest to chest. The need in Brian was so large, so encompassing that he actually needed to push Justin away. The world just became Justin and they tugged on each other, battling out their own demons, screaming and clawing their way into one another.
He pulled Justin to him and kissed him desperately. Justin panted and kissed him back, brows furrowed, gasping. His hands scrambled for purchase on something and finally Brian caught the back of his shirt and tugged, fisting the soft fabric and pulling it so that it bunched around Justin's shoulders. He ran his tongue along Justin's lips, tracing their shape and then deepening the kiss again. He used his body to pull Justin to the floor with him. Pushing him backwards to the floor in the same moment that he swooped his shirt over his head. Justin fell back, bare torso so hot that the cold hardwood didn't even enter his consciousness. He reached for Brian's fly only to have his hands slapped away, Brian's hands opening his fly and freeing his cock. With that Brian was back on him, arms on either side of his head, kissing him, fisting his hair, arms flexing with the exertion and desire. He ground down into Justin.
Justin scrambled, his hands scratching and burning down Brian's back and then dipping under his to undo the far, far too many and too closed buttons. He popped one at a time, finally reaching Brian's cloth covered cock, hard and pulsing. He freed Brian's dick the moment that Brian pulled off of him panting.
Brian's eyes were wild. He pulled a tiny tube of lube out of his pants pocket, smirking at Justin as they both kicked their pants down their legs. Justin snatched the lube out of Brian's hands and slicked him hand over Brian's dick, using his wet fingers to prepare himself quickly. Brian's growl started deep in his throat as he watched Justin flex and scissor his fingers. He knocked him hand out of the way and lunged forward, burying himself to the hilt in Justin, gasping, his feet kicking into the floor as Justin moan long and low.
Every time, every-fucking-time. "Don't fucking move Justin!"
"I swear to god Brian, I will fucking kill you myself if you don't fuck me hard, right now!"
Brian pulled out slowly, inch-by-inch, Justin's muscles clenching over him, grabbing him, pulling him back in. He slammed in so hard that Justin's head snapped back against the floor. "Yes..." they both hissed in unison--rocking together hard, fast, urgent, and then Brian lost control, the fire was so hot he stopped breathing, stopped seeing, all he heard was the rushing of his own blood and as he started cumming his heart felt like it fucking stopped.
As soon as Justin felt the first pulse of molten liquid hit inside of him, he couldn't hold out any more and their stomachs were slicked over with cum over and over.
Panting, they fell together in a heap, trying to remember what oxygen actually felt like. It was just a haze, smelling of Brian and Justin and tasting and feeling and if neither of them ever moved again that would be just fine.
"It really fucking good that you're home."
"Yeah." Justin just smiled and rolled his hips. They would both ache from the hard floor tomorrow but with them, no matter what, the pleasure made the pain well worth it.