New Fic: First Time for Everything (2/10): B/J: NC-17
First off, I'd like to thank everyone so much for all the encouragement for the new series :) You guys are all so awesome and I can't thank you enough for the feedback. It totally keeps me going.
Also, big hugs to the amazing paddies who not only provided the inspiration for this series, but has also very generously made customized icons for each fic, including the first one, which I've now updated with the new icon. Nice, hunh?? Thanks again darlin' :X :X :X
And now on to part two!
Title: First Time for Everything
Chapter: 2/10
Previous Chapters: Part 1
Justin's POV : NC-17 for coarse language and explicit sex : Set during early Season 1
Premise: Series fic based on paddies request for "the fic of my dreams". Read her full request here.
This is the second installment: #2 First time Justin GAVE a rim job.
First Time for Everything: Part 2
You wonder if maybe you hadn't been hanging around outside Babylon tonight, alternating between arguing and flirting with the bouncer to try and gain entrance... if maybe you hadn't been standing out in the cold and looking so completely pathetic at precisely the moment that Brian had shown up... if maybe he hadn't been so tired and hungry and pissed off at work and not really wanting to go home alone but not in the mood to bring home a random trick...
You wonder if maybe all of that hadn't collided just exactly the way it did... then well, maybe you wouldn't be sitting in the passenger seat of Brian's jeep, heading to the loft.
But then all of those things did happen and so you are here - exactly where you wanted to be anyway. Screw Babylon, it was nothing more than a means to an end.
You follow him up the stairs and into the loft and sit on the couch and watch as he eats an apple, and it's about the sexiest fucking thing you've ever seen... his mouth opening wide to take the apple inside, the crunch of his teeth biting into the fruit, the bubble of juice that sticks to his lips, his tongue flicking out to catch it.
He leans his head back on the chair and kicks his foot up to rest on the coffee table, pulling off his tie with one hand and devouring the apple with the other. You squirm a little, embarrassed that you can get a hard-on just from this, but then this is Brian, and fuck, everything he does is sexy.
He finishes the apple and grabs a bottle of scotch, pouring both of you a healthy portion and sucks back his as he pushes yours over to you. You honestly don't like scotch that much - it tastes too strong and burns your throat and stomach - but you pick up the glass anyway and hold it in your hand, taking a few small sips. He pours himself another glass and continues his grumbling tirade against some "asshole dickhead motherfucker" that he works with and even though you don't really get much about what he's saying, you nod and sip and stare at him.
"So..." he slows down finally, his shoes kicked off and his concentration now focused on rolling a tight joint. He looks up at you and smiles a little sideways, then lights the joint, taking a deep drag.
"How was your day, dear?" he says, the smoke siphoning from his lips slowly, curling up in front of his face. He stretches out his arm, the joint pinched between his fingers.
You grab it and take a small hit of smoke - you've done this before, but not all that often, and never with shit this good. It makes you feel giddy and light-headed almost immediately and you fall back against the couch and close your eyes for moments, then feel him come sit beside you on the couch and pluck the joint from your relaxing fingers.
He breathes in your ear: "Well?"
Your eyes snap open as you realize he was actually asking you a question, showing interest in your life and the shit that you do when you're not with him. And you think about watching football practice and eating lunch with Daph and skipping Science and everything seems incredibly boring and unimportant, so all you do is smile and take the joint from him again.
"It was fine," you say, blowing out the smoke and actually feeling pretty fine yourself right now.
"Fine, hunh?" he laughs a little under his breath as you give him back the joint and he takes a hit, holding the smoke in his lungs for an impressively long time.
"Yeah," you nod, mesmerized by the thin trail of smoke as it seeps from his nostrils.
The loft falls silent for moments and he stubs the butt out in the ashtray, then pours himself another drink. He offers you another, but you've barely touched the one you have and shake your head, watching as he slugs back his scotch.
"I think I need a shower," he says, rubbing his hands across his face, then pulling his shirt open. He catches you letting your tongue swipe out across your lips at the sight of his bare chest and a smile pulls at the corner of his lips, his eyes on yours as he stands up off the couch and takes a few steps towards the bathroom.
"You coming?" he asks over his shoulder and you break into a grin, because well, you really weren't too sure what you were supposed to do... you're not quite ready yet to assume that you should follow him everywhere. Though that's all you ever want to do, really.
So you follow him to the shower, kicking off your shoes and peeling off your clothes as you go, leaving them in a trail behind you, lying on top of his... your shirts and pants and underwear all mixed up together in small piles on the hardwood floor.
The shower is hot and his hands even hotter as he trails them across your back and ass, soaping your skin lazily and dragging his fingers down your spine. He pulls you into a kiss under the water, tongue diving into your mouth, water splashing off his shoulder and onto your face and neck. Long minutes pass, his hands groping and sliding over your skin, your mouths attached in a lingering kiss that only breaks when he slips the soap into your palm, then turns around.
"Wash my back," he says into the steam, his voice muted and low. The water beats down on his shoulders and you run the soap through it, studying every ridge and arch and curve of his back, watching the way the water and suds trickle over his muscles, making new rivers of soap to slide down his spine and spill into the curve of his ass.
He's perfection - you want to draw him, need to draw him, are overcome with him and then you just want him and need him and you put your mouth against his back and kiss the soft place between his shoulder blades, the soap slipping from your fingers as you press your face against his sticky wet skin. You run your tongue along his vertebra, following the trail of water as it works its way down his body and you're horny and hungry and hypnotized and most of all needing him and this and you keep touching your mouth to his skin, further down and further down and then you fall to your knees, bone hitting tile but it feels like nothing and then...
You've never done this before, never even really thought about doing it - you just know what it feels like to be on the other side. But now you just know that you want to do it to him.
You put your wet palms on his ass cheeks, the water siphoning through your fingers and you slide your thumbs between his crack, brushing the downy hairs with the pads of your thumbs, pushing further and closer and...
Pull his cheeks apart a little to expose him and run your tongue across your lips and look at his hole... a dark fuzz of hair circles his tight pucker and you huff out a breath of anticipation. He clenches the slightest bit and shifts above you, readjusting his weight and then pushes his legs apart, just barely an inch, but you notice it. You spare a glance up and catch him off-guard because you know he'd never let you see him like this... head leaning on his hands, pressed palms-down against the glass... eyes closed and mouth open just the slightest bit... he's waiting. Waiting for you.
And so you bring your face closer, your nose brushing into his crack, the corners of your mouth touching his soft cheeks and you take a breath and don't hesitate anymore, licking your lips and closing your eyes and pressing your mouth against his hole softly.
He's warm, hot almost, and you bring your lips together in a kiss, not sure what it is that you're supposed to do, but knowing you want to kiss him there, want to feel that softness on your lips, want to embrace that vulnerability and take it inside you. And then you feel him moving beneath your mouth, his hole clenching a little against your lips and you open your mouth and let your tongue slide between your lips and you lick him. There. Lick his hole, tongue your mouth to his ass.
You're a little scared, you admit it... this is different than sucking cock, and hell, before Brian ever did it to you, you really had no idea that people even... well... did this kind of thing.
But God, it felt so good, and you remember loving it and feeling exposed and open and free and... you want him to feel that. And most of all, you want to know. You want to know how it feels to be on the other side, you want to know what his ass tastes like, you want to know what it feels like to make him feel like this... you want to just know every-fucking-thing there is to know about this. And him.
You lick him again and bring the taste into your mouth - it's earthy and soapy and sexy and you like it so you do it again and again and again, then drop your mouth lower and pull your tongue hard from behind his balls back up to his ass, long licks and then his hand is on your head, holding you at his hole and you stay there, pressing your flat tongue across his pucker as the tips of his fingers stay firm against your wet scalp.
Then you lick him harder, lapping up drips of water on your tongue and pressing the warmth against his tight hole. You knead his ass cheeks with your fingers, pull them a little wider apart, and kiss his asshole like it was his mouth. Rub your lips across the wrinkled skin and feel him opening to take you inside, feel the hot skin against your lips, feel every tiny movement he makes and you can't almost even believe that you're doing this and all you know is that you want more and more and you make your tongue really hard and then press it against his hole and then...
You slip inside him... just a little bit, just the tip of your tongue, but you're inside him now and your breath is catching in your throat and oh fuck you need to touch yourself, you wanna come like this, inside him, God, inside him, and you push your tongue in a little further and press your face into his crack, burying your nose in the soft hairs and opening your lips wide to cover his asshole and you suck a little and he sighs and you tongue him more, wriggling your tongue inside his hole, squirming it around inside him, making circles with it and coating him with your spit.
His hips start swaying back and forth and you reach around his hip to find him jacking off. You try to touch him without breaking contact with his ass, but your reach is awkward and then his fingers wrap over yours and he puts your hand on his dick, covered with his own, and pumps himself with both your hands held tightly together. You grip his hip tightly with your free hand and start flicking his hole with your tongue, alternating between quick flicks and hard jabs inside and you know he's close, know he's going to come and you start moaning and humming and God, it's too much and you squeeze your eyes shut and realize that you're so fucking turned on that you think that you could almost....
He grunts and pushes back on your face and your hand is jerked tightly a few times, his dick jumping in your grip, his ass throbbing slowly against your mouth. Your face is buried in his crack and you hold your tongue against his hole, then lap him softly till he stills. Your heart hammers in your throat and he pulls you to your feet and you're shaky, can barely stand, your cock so hard and you wrap your hand around his neck and kiss him hungrily, hold your mouths together and he tongue fucks your mouth deeply, a hard brutal kiss and you feel full of him and then his hand is on your cock and it's only a few tugs until it gets really bright and hot and then you're coming into his palm.
You're so relieved you think you could cry, and crumple against his chest, panting, your hot, wet bodies sticking together.
"You okay?" he says it low and soft into your wet hair.
You nod and shake your head and laugh at yourself; his hand trails down your back and he pulls you under the hot water of the shower.
"It was... just... fucking hot," is all you can say and you think about it again and get butterflies in your stomach and your dick gets warm and you're still so turned on.
He laughs softly and rinses your come off his hand. "Yeah," he nods. "It was."
He turns off the water and opens the door, takes one of the fluffy towels off the rack and passes it to you, then grabs one for himself and dries off. Your knees have big red marks from the tile and your legs still feel shaky but you dry off and follow him into the bedroom and under the duvet.
He drops his arm across your chest and you roll towards him, letting him pull you against his body.
"You're staying the night," he says against your ear, kissing the side of your face and you nod slowly and smile inside.
He's never, ever asked you to spend the night before. You have spent the night, but that was because of circumstance or intense begging on your behalf.
But this time he asked you.
You hear the tear of a condom and then he's inside you. You know it'll be a slow fuck, long and drawn out and torturously exquisite.
That's okay.
You've got all night.
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Also, big hugs to the amazing paddies who not only provided the inspiration for this series, but has also very generously made customized icons for each fic, including the first one, which I've now updated with the new icon. Nice, hunh?? Thanks again darlin' :X :X :X
And now on to part two!
Title: First Time for Everything
Chapter: 2/10
Previous Chapters: Part 1
Justin's POV : NC-17 for coarse language and explicit sex : Set during early Season 1
Premise: Series fic based on paddies request for "the fic of my dreams". Read her full request here.
This is the second installment: #2 First time Justin GAVE a rim job.
First Time for Everything: Part 2
You wonder if maybe you hadn't been hanging around outside Babylon tonight, alternating between arguing and flirting with the bouncer to try and gain entrance... if maybe you hadn't been standing out in the cold and looking so completely pathetic at precisely the moment that Brian had shown up... if maybe he hadn't been so tired and hungry and pissed off at work and not really wanting to go home alone but not in the mood to bring home a random trick...
You wonder if maybe all of that hadn't collided just exactly the way it did... then well, maybe you wouldn't be sitting in the passenger seat of Brian's jeep, heading to the loft.
But then all of those things did happen and so you are here - exactly where you wanted to be anyway. Screw Babylon, it was nothing more than a means to an end.
You follow him up the stairs and into the loft and sit on the couch and watch as he eats an apple, and it's about the sexiest fucking thing you've ever seen... his mouth opening wide to take the apple inside, the crunch of his teeth biting into the fruit, the bubble of juice that sticks to his lips, his tongue flicking out to catch it.
He leans his head back on the chair and kicks his foot up to rest on the coffee table, pulling off his tie with one hand and devouring the apple with the other. You squirm a little, embarrassed that you can get a hard-on just from this, but then this is Brian, and fuck, everything he does is sexy.
He finishes the apple and grabs a bottle of scotch, pouring both of you a healthy portion and sucks back his as he pushes yours over to you. You honestly don't like scotch that much - it tastes too strong and burns your throat and stomach - but you pick up the glass anyway and hold it in your hand, taking a few small sips. He pours himself another glass and continues his grumbling tirade against some "asshole dickhead motherfucker" that he works with and even though you don't really get much about what he's saying, you nod and sip and stare at him.
"So..." he slows down finally, his shoes kicked off and his concentration now focused on rolling a tight joint. He looks up at you and smiles a little sideways, then lights the joint, taking a deep drag.
"How was your day, dear?" he says, the smoke siphoning from his lips slowly, curling up in front of his face. He stretches out his arm, the joint pinched between his fingers.
You grab it and take a small hit of smoke - you've done this before, but not all that often, and never with shit this good. It makes you feel giddy and light-headed almost immediately and you fall back against the couch and close your eyes for moments, then feel him come sit beside you on the couch and pluck the joint from your relaxing fingers.
He breathes in your ear: "Well?"
Your eyes snap open as you realize he was actually asking you a question, showing interest in your life and the shit that you do when you're not with him. And you think about watching football practice and eating lunch with Daph and skipping Science and everything seems incredibly boring and unimportant, so all you do is smile and take the joint from him again.
"It was fine," you say, blowing out the smoke and actually feeling pretty fine yourself right now.
"Fine, hunh?" he laughs a little under his breath as you give him back the joint and he takes a hit, holding the smoke in his lungs for an impressively long time.
"Yeah," you nod, mesmerized by the thin trail of smoke as it seeps from his nostrils.
The loft falls silent for moments and he stubs the butt out in the ashtray, then pours himself another drink. He offers you another, but you've barely touched the one you have and shake your head, watching as he slugs back his scotch.
"I think I need a shower," he says, rubbing his hands across his face, then pulling his shirt open. He catches you letting your tongue swipe out across your lips at the sight of his bare chest and a smile pulls at the corner of his lips, his eyes on yours as he stands up off the couch and takes a few steps towards the bathroom.
"You coming?" he asks over his shoulder and you break into a grin, because well, you really weren't too sure what you were supposed to do... you're not quite ready yet to assume that you should follow him everywhere. Though that's all you ever want to do, really.
So you follow him to the shower, kicking off your shoes and peeling off your clothes as you go, leaving them in a trail behind you, lying on top of his... your shirts and pants and underwear all mixed up together in small piles on the hardwood floor.
The shower is hot and his hands even hotter as he trails them across your back and ass, soaping your skin lazily and dragging his fingers down your spine. He pulls you into a kiss under the water, tongue diving into your mouth, water splashing off his shoulder and onto your face and neck. Long minutes pass, his hands groping and sliding over your skin, your mouths attached in a lingering kiss that only breaks when he slips the soap into your palm, then turns around.
"Wash my back," he says into the steam, his voice muted and low. The water beats down on his shoulders and you run the soap through it, studying every ridge and arch and curve of his back, watching the way the water and suds trickle over his muscles, making new rivers of soap to slide down his spine and spill into the curve of his ass.
He's perfection - you want to draw him, need to draw him, are overcome with him and then you just want him and need him and you put your mouth against his back and kiss the soft place between his shoulder blades, the soap slipping from your fingers as you press your face against his sticky wet skin. You run your tongue along his vertebra, following the trail of water as it works its way down his body and you're horny and hungry and hypnotized and most of all needing him and this and you keep touching your mouth to his skin, further down and further down and then you fall to your knees, bone hitting tile but it feels like nothing and then...
You've never done this before, never even really thought about doing it - you just know what it feels like to be on the other side. But now you just know that you want to do it to him.
You put your wet palms on his ass cheeks, the water siphoning through your fingers and you slide your thumbs between his crack, brushing the downy hairs with the pads of your thumbs, pushing further and closer and...
Pull his cheeks apart a little to expose him and run your tongue across your lips and look at his hole... a dark fuzz of hair circles his tight pucker and you huff out a breath of anticipation. He clenches the slightest bit and shifts above you, readjusting his weight and then pushes his legs apart, just barely an inch, but you notice it. You spare a glance up and catch him off-guard because you know he'd never let you see him like this... head leaning on his hands, pressed palms-down against the glass... eyes closed and mouth open just the slightest bit... he's waiting. Waiting for you.
And so you bring your face closer, your nose brushing into his crack, the corners of your mouth touching his soft cheeks and you take a breath and don't hesitate anymore, licking your lips and closing your eyes and pressing your mouth against his hole softly.
He's warm, hot almost, and you bring your lips together in a kiss, not sure what it is that you're supposed to do, but knowing you want to kiss him there, want to feel that softness on your lips, want to embrace that vulnerability and take it inside you. And then you feel him moving beneath your mouth, his hole clenching a little against your lips and you open your mouth and let your tongue slide between your lips and you lick him. There. Lick his hole, tongue your mouth to his ass.
You're a little scared, you admit it... this is different than sucking cock, and hell, before Brian ever did it to you, you really had no idea that people even... well... did this kind of thing.
But God, it felt so good, and you remember loving it and feeling exposed and open and free and... you want him to feel that. And most of all, you want to know. You want to know how it feels to be on the other side, you want to know what his ass tastes like, you want to know what it feels like to make him feel like this... you want to just know every-fucking-thing there is to know about this. And him.
You lick him again and bring the taste into your mouth - it's earthy and soapy and sexy and you like it so you do it again and again and again, then drop your mouth lower and pull your tongue hard from behind his balls back up to his ass, long licks and then his hand is on your head, holding you at his hole and you stay there, pressing your flat tongue across his pucker as the tips of his fingers stay firm against your wet scalp.
Then you lick him harder, lapping up drips of water on your tongue and pressing the warmth against his tight hole. You knead his ass cheeks with your fingers, pull them a little wider apart, and kiss his asshole like it was his mouth. Rub your lips across the wrinkled skin and feel him opening to take you inside, feel the hot skin against your lips, feel every tiny movement he makes and you can't almost even believe that you're doing this and all you know is that you want more and more and you make your tongue really hard and then press it against his hole and then...
You slip inside him... just a little bit, just the tip of your tongue, but you're inside him now and your breath is catching in your throat and oh fuck you need to touch yourself, you wanna come like this, inside him, God, inside him, and you push your tongue in a little further and press your face into his crack, burying your nose in the soft hairs and opening your lips wide to cover his asshole and you suck a little and he sighs and you tongue him more, wriggling your tongue inside his hole, squirming it around inside him, making circles with it and coating him with your spit.
His hips start swaying back and forth and you reach around his hip to find him jacking off. You try to touch him without breaking contact with his ass, but your reach is awkward and then his fingers wrap over yours and he puts your hand on his dick, covered with his own, and pumps himself with both your hands held tightly together. You grip his hip tightly with your free hand and start flicking his hole with your tongue, alternating between quick flicks and hard jabs inside and you know he's close, know he's going to come and you start moaning and humming and God, it's too much and you squeeze your eyes shut and realize that you're so fucking turned on that you think that you could almost....
He grunts and pushes back on your face and your hand is jerked tightly a few times, his dick jumping in your grip, his ass throbbing slowly against your mouth. Your face is buried in his crack and you hold your tongue against his hole, then lap him softly till he stills. Your heart hammers in your throat and he pulls you to your feet and you're shaky, can barely stand, your cock so hard and you wrap your hand around his neck and kiss him hungrily, hold your mouths together and he tongue fucks your mouth deeply, a hard brutal kiss and you feel full of him and then his hand is on your cock and it's only a few tugs until it gets really bright and hot and then you're coming into his palm.
You're so relieved you think you could cry, and crumple against his chest, panting, your hot, wet bodies sticking together.
"You okay?" he says it low and soft into your wet hair.
You nod and shake your head and laugh at yourself; his hand trails down your back and he pulls you under the hot water of the shower.
"It was... just... fucking hot," is all you can say and you think about it again and get butterflies in your stomach and your dick gets warm and you're still so turned on.
He laughs softly and rinses your come off his hand. "Yeah," he nods. "It was."
He turns off the water and opens the door, takes one of the fluffy towels off the rack and passes it to you, then grabs one for himself and dries off. Your knees have big red marks from the tile and your legs still feel shaky but you dry off and follow him into the bedroom and under the duvet.
He drops his arm across your chest and you roll towards him, letting him pull you against his body.
"You're staying the night," he says against your ear, kissing the side of your face and you nod slowly and smile inside.
He's never, ever asked you to spend the night before. You have spent the night, but that was because of circumstance or intense begging on your behalf.
But this time he asked you.
You hear the tear of a condom and then he's inside you. You know it'll be a slow fuck, long and drawn out and torturously exquisite.
That's okay.
You've got all night.
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