When the lights go out
Title: When the lights go out
Author: a_life_defiant
Rating: NC-17
Timeframe: Really it could be anytime after S1. But let's go with S3 after the reunification.
Paring: Brian & Justin of course ;)
Author's Note: Total PWP, my first. Written for sontjeqaf b/c she was in a naughty mood & wanted something. No beta, all mistakes are mine. (feel free to correct, I welcome it.)
Disclaimer: No they aren't mine. But I would gladly meet CowLip & Showtime in a fight to the death for the rights!
It was 2am and the lights had just went out in the city. Courtesy of a lightning bolt hitting one of the main power servers for the area. Rain was pouring down relentlessly, turning the streets into a shiny deathtrap.
Brian was glad that he'd rolled his joint before the power had gone, but he was worried about Justin. Not that he'd say it out loud. Ever. But he was. It was late, and there was no illumination except for that of the full moon. Brian took a long drag of his joint and contemplated going out for a drive. No, NOT looking for Justin. If he happened to pass him by on the street, he'd give him a ride of course. But he was definitely NOT going out trying to find him. He wasn't.
Just as he was about to get up and NOT go out looking for the twink in question, the loft door slid open. Brian took a minute to focus his eyes on the sight before him as Justin closed the door and walked toward the bedroom.
"Hey. Come here." Brian asked softly, but it startled Justin nonetheless.
He let out a shriek that would rival any B-movie Scream Queen. Brian's response was a smokey chuckle.
"Jesus Brian, you scared the shit out of me." He breathed as he walked toward the sofa.
The moonlight shone through the windows and cast Justin in an otherworldy glow. He had clearly gotten caught in the downpour. The light blue T-shirt he had on was soaked through and clinging to him like a second skin. Droplets of rain were wending down his pale neck and pooling in the hollow of his collarbone. Water clung to his hair, making it glisten even more than usual.
Brian's breath hitched, and it took him all of 10 seconds to become rock hard. He stood up and moved swiftly toward Justin, capturing his mouth in a crushing kiss. His tongue darting frantically in and out. He abruptly broke the kiss and moved to Justin's jaw, nibbling and kissing while Justin gasped for air. Moving lower Brian began to lick the water droplets off his neck. Then he moved back up taking his earlobe into his mouth and bit down gently.
The mewling sounds Justin was making only succeeded in making Brian impossibly harder, and hornier. Brian knelt down unbuttoning Justin's jeans as he went. He then removed the sneakers. The thought of 'why he buys such ugly fucking shoes, I'll never know' flitting across his mind. All the while Justin watched Brian with rapt attention, his eyes darkening with lust.
Brian then lifted the hem of the T-shirt pulling it up slowly, licking a trail up Justin's abs with his tongue. He kept moving upward until he reached his nipples, taking time to lave over each one with his tongue. Eliciting a small gasp from Justin each time. Finally he pulled the shirt over Justin's head and threw it across the room. It landed with a very wet sounding *thwack*. Justin grimaced.
"You can't just leave that there, Brian, the wood--" he was cut off my Brian's lips covering his.
Brian pulled back, his eyes burning into Justin's.
"The only wood I'm worried about is this" he put Justin's hand over his dick on that last part for emphasis.
Justin let out a tiny "Oh." and then proceeded to push Brian down on the floor, tearing at his clothes.
Brian let out a low growl and began kissing and sucking on any of Justin's exposed flesh that he could reach. When Justin had finally divested Brian of all his clothes he began to lick his way down his stomach toward his leaking cock. Grasping the shaft with one hand he began to slowly stroke up and down while dragging his tongue over the slit, eliciting a loud moan from Brian.
Justin took one long lick up the underside of his cock , then lapped at the precum flowing out of the slit. Finally he took it all into his mouth and began to swallow around his cock. Working his throat muscles for maximum pleasure. Brian arched his back, thrusting upward into Justin's mouth, unable to control himself
Brian felt like he was getting close, so he threaded his hand through Justin's damp locks and gently pulled back. Justin looked up at him questioningly. Brian said nothing, he just pushed Justin onto his back and moved over top of him.
Brian ran his hands over Justin's skin. It was cool from the rain, but he could feel the heat rising from within. It was times like this that Brian wished he were the artist, so he could paint how beautiful and surreal Justin was.
Reaching a hand into the sofa Brian found the neccessary items. He opened the lube and spread some on his fingers. Trailing his hand down he circled a digit at Justin's entrance. He pushed in slowly then crooked it back until he hit Justin's prostate.
"Briiiiaaan." Justin moaned as he slid another finger in, scissoring them apart to stretch his tight hole. Justin bucked against Brian's fingers, fucking himself.
Brian watched Justin writhe under his minstrations, reveling in the pleasure he was causing. The sight of it alone could make him come, but his dick had other ideas. Pulling his fingers out he was met with a disappointed groan from Justin.
"Patience." He purred as he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth and then rolled the latex over his straining cock.
Justin wrapped his legs around Brian's waist and pulled him closer. He chuckled, then leaned down and licked Justin's lips. Positioning his cock at Justin's eager hole he thrust in.
Brian began slowly at first, dragging the head of his cock repeatedly over Justin's prostate, sending a cascade of moans from his mouth. Justin began to clench down around Brian spurring him on.
Brian began pistoning his hips, swiviling just so on every third thrust.
Justin was clawing frantically at Brian's back pulling him even closer. Like he was trying to crawl inside him. Brian's mouth was now level with Justin's ear and he began to whisper every obscene thing he could think of. Blowing his hot breath over Justin's ear as he did causing him to shiver with pleasure.
"You like my cock up your tight little ass? You like it when I fuck you so hard you pass out?" He growled.
All Justin could reply with was a whimper. He was getting so close to coming, and he really did feel faint.
Brian stopped.
"I said, DO YOU. *thrust* LIKE *thrust, thrust* MY COCK. *thrust* IN YOUR ASS?"
"YES. God yes, fuck me!" Justin screamed.
Brian picked up the pace double time and began fisting Justin's dick simultaneously. Using the precum dripping from his slit to lubricate his motions.
After two quick jabs to his prosate Justin came, shooting pearly ribbons of cum all over his and Brian's chests. Justin's walls constricting around his dick sent Brian over the edge.
Brian shuddered and slumped on top of Justin, trying to slow his breathing down. After several minutes of this he lifted himself up and pulled out, disposing of the condom. But Justin pulled him back down next to him on the floor and snuggled into Brian's side.
"So, not that I'm complaining, but what the hell was that about?" Justin laughed.
Brian made a little non-committal shrug with his shoulders but then replied, "I guess I just like the wet look on you."
Justin motioned to the dried cum on their chests. "I think we should try it together. Could be hot."
"But I hate it when couples dress alike." Brian mocked as he dragged Justin toward the shower.
End.