A Storm's Gonna Come - Chapter 14
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Summary: Five years post-513. This story is anti-angst medication. Nothing bad ever happens here (that’s not completely true, but it’s definitely kept to a minimum).
Disclaimer: I’ve read somewhere that, since disclaimers have no legal footing, they’re merely an expression of the author’s guilt. Still don’t feel guilty.
A/N: Just to give you a heads-up: This story is finished and currently in the very capable hands of my beta, silvaofhope. Provided that I don’t wake up one morning and decide to change the not yet posted parts, this story will consist of a total of 27 chapters. Oh, and this chapter is almost completely PWP. Let me know if you liked.
Previous chapters:
[Ch 01] [Ch 02] [Ch 03] [Ch 04] [Ch 05] [Ch 06] [Ch 07] [Ch 08] [Ch 09] [Ch 10] [Ch 11] [Ch 12] [Ch 13]
Present, October 2010
“It’s Friday night, the boys are probably all in Babylon tonight.” Brian tried to carry on a conversation while Justin was molesting him.
They had left the restaurant precipitately, making up an excuse that they needed to be home because of the babysitter.
While they had waited for the valet to bring around the ‘Vette, Brian had asked, “Babysitter excuse?”
Justin had shrugged. They both knew Trish would stay overnight, since they hadn’t been sure what time they’d be back. Obviously, the blond had other plans.
“I’m horny. Let’s go to Babylon and fuck. And fuck. And then fuck some more.”
“You want to put on a show?” Brian had asked.
“I want them to see what they can never have.”
Evil, blond, horny twink. Just the way Brian liked him best.
Ever since they got into the car, even before Brian started the motor, Justin went for his zipper and pulled it down, pushing his hand inside Brian’s pants and starting to stroke the brunet to erection. He then scooted over and gave Brian an evil smirk before lowering his head down and taking Brian’s half hard cock in his mouth.
Brian pulled onto the street and drove as carefully as he could, considering that the finest and most talented tongue on the East Coast was working his hardening member. Justin circled the head with his tongue and let his lips trail kisses along the length of the shaft, nuzzling the pubes and Brian’s balls before coming up again to lick at the first drop of pre-cum. The blond formed a tight ring with his full lips and slid down the hard rod to the hilt. When the head of Brian’s cock hit the back of his throat Justin pushed firmer, trying to swallow more of Brian, but because of the confines of the car and his uncomfortable position he gagged. He pulled up and tried again, relaxing his throat and succeeded to take Brian whole. He started to swallow rhythmically. The contractions made Brian release a loud moan. Keeping a firm hold on the steering wheel with one hand, he sank the fingers of the other in Justin’s hair to keep the blond head from moving upwards. When Justin needed to take a breath he touched Brian’s hand holding him down and the brunet released him. Justin gulped a fresh lungful of air and dived deep again.
Justin’s throat felt so tight, the swallowing contractions worked his shaft, Brian almost saw stars. Justin’s mouth was wet, warm, and so fucking soft, he’d be coming any second. Justin felt Brian’s dick swell even more and pressed his lips as tight around the base of his cock as he could to keep him from coming. Brian yelped and jerked his hips to make Justin move the show along. Justin was having none of that and kept a tight ring around Brian’s shaft until the brunet had calmed down a bit.
Breathing heavily Brian asked, “What the fuck are you trying to do? Kill us both?” Justin re-emerged gasping for air.
“Getting you ready.” Justin replied. “So the first thing you’ll do when we’re in Babylon is fuck me as hard as you can.” He grinned and went for Brian’s cock again that was a deep shade of purple by now.
He took it half-way into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue lazily then gave the head a workout by alternately sucking it fiercely and ramming the tip of his tongue in Brian’s slit.
“Holy Jesus Fuck!” Brian breathed when Justin brought him close to the brink again. Before he could shoot his load into the blond’s mouth however, Justin let go of him completely and tried to cool him down by blowing warm air across the sensitive skin, glistening with saliva.
“You’re going to pay for that.” Brian panted.
“Promise?” Justin countered and wet his lips before enveloping Brian in his warmth again. He was licking up and down the vein on the underside of Brian’s cock and nipping on it with his teeth when he noticed the car had stopped moving. Brian had even turned off the motor. Confused, Justin lifted his head and said, “Why did you stop?”
“We’re here, blond boy.”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Justin called exasperatedly and scrambled to get out of the car. “Come on, old man, you’ve got an image to uphold,” he teased while he waited for Brian to get out of the car. As soon as Brian stepped out, Justin grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the entrance not even stopping to say hello to the bouncers who exchanged a sly look.
Justin impatiently pushed aside every guy and door that blocked his way to the backroom all the while pulling Brian behind him by his hand, ignoring every amused grin that followed them. When he finally reached his destination, Justin turned to face the wall and worked open his pants.
“Hurry, Brian.” Justin panted and spread himself for his lover.
Brian shook his head disbelievingly at the antics of his lover. “I’m not a machine. I have feelings too, you know.” Brian teased the blond. He quickly pulled down the zipper on his pants and opened the button, not taking the time to pull the pants down even a bit. Snatching a condom from his pocket he quickly prepared himself and buried his dick inside the wantonly spread ass before him. Both men released deep growls and moved together in a rhythm designed to bring them off as quickly as possible.
A few of the backroom visitors stopped what they were doing and exchanged unbelieving glances. Brian and Justin had entered the backroom merely a few seconds ago and were already going at it hot and heavy. As Brian thrust his hips faster the moans from the blond became louder.
“Deeper. Harder. Yesss... Harder, Brian… More… Oh, God, yes…”
More people stopped to watch the two. Brian and Justin were unaware of their audience. Brian worked to make Justin come in record time and felt the blond getting closer. Justin felt it too and knew it wouldn’t take more than a couple of extra thrusts from Brian against his prostate to make him spill. Justin wanted Brian to orgasm with him so he squeezed his muscles on every in-thrust to bring Brian closer to the edge too. Brian fought to keep a scream in his throat when he felt Justin’s ass work him and whispered into the blond’s ear.
“Good boy.”
As soon as the words penetrated Justin’s brain, he was lost. He shot his load and felt Brian do the same. Then Brian turned him around and kissed his panting mouth.
“Let’s get something to drink before we start on round two.” Justin suggested and they left the backroom.
Brian ordered two beers and downed half of his in one gulp. He noticed Emmett on the dance floor and toasted him with a raised bottle. Emmett waved back but continued to dance. Brian scanned the place to see if Mikey and the Professor would be there too but he only saw Ted nursing a glass of Pepsi.
When he turned his attention back to Justin he noticed Justin was gaping at him with a lust-filled haze. He felt the air become charged with electricity and the small hairs at his neck stood in expectation.
“What’s gotten into you tonight?” Brian asked.
“You hopefully.” Justin said and pulled the brunet’s head down for a searing kiss. “Up for round two?” Justin asked and felt for Brian’s groin to check on the state of Brian’s dick. Obviously satisfied with the inspection, he grinned and declared. “I wanna blow you. I promise to let you come this time.”
Brian was not a person to say no to this sort of offer when it came from a certain blond. He motioned for Justin to lead the way and followed the blond to the backroom once more. Heads turned again upon their entrance and Brian noticed with a smirk that they would have quite a spectatorship. Even better. Justin was known to perform particularly well in front of a live audience. Wanting the show to take a while Brian chose a place where he could sit down and Justin immediately let himself sink to his knees.
Without any preamble Justin pulled Brian’s dick from the confines of his pants and began stroking it with his right hand while licking softly at the head. His left hand travelled down to Brian’s balls and rolled them around carefully. Brian released a silent growl that reverberated through his body and Justin felt it on the tip of his tongue. Forming a tight circle with his thumb and index finger around Brian’s base, again he began to lick, nip, and stroke the shaft till the color of the head turned a deep red with all the pent up desire. Justin’s lips travelled up the steel length and sucked greedily on the sensitive head. He let his flat tongue lave every centimeter of skin. The blond dipped the tip of his tongue into the point on the underside of Brian’s cock, just under the rim surrounding the cock head.
Brian’s throat arched at that. And Justin kept repeating the motion every couple of minutes, raining soft kisses on the painfully throbbing shaft in between to bring the brunet down a little. When he felt Brian’s balls slowly lift up despite the improvised cock ring around the base of his shaft, Justin knew Brian wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. He released the firm hold on Brian’s dick, opened his mouth and throat and took him in completely, swallowing in the process.
Brian grabbed Justin’s face with both hands and held him still. He pulled his hips back a little feeling his cock sliding out from Justin’s throat. He gave a forward jerk and almost melted in pleasure as his dick slid back in again, deep. Fucking his face at his own leisurely pace, Brian kept Justin in position. When he finally couldn’t wait any longer to come, he told Justin to take a deep breath and, after the blond did as he was told, Brian slid all the way in again, burying his dick to the hilt in Justin’s mouth and throat. Fully embedded in the blond’s wet cavern, Brian held still, letting Justin’s contracting throat take care of the rest. When he started coming, he pulled back a little to flood Justin’s mouth and let the blond drink his reward.
When Justin pulled up and stood towering above the brunet with a smug grin on his face, Brian knew Justin loved it just as much as he did. Brian stood up and walked into Justin, their chests colliding. Brian kept on walking until Justin was pressed into the wall behind him.
Brian held a palm in front of Justin’s mouth and let the blond’s tongue wet it before he grabbed Justin’s rock hard cock with it. He began working his fist on his lover’s erection watching Justin’s face as he did so. Justin looked him in the eyes, seemingly unable to blink or look away. While working his steel rod, Brian sucked on two of his own fingers, his tongue wetting them thoroughly. He sent Justin an evil grin before pulling the blond’s pants out of the way and reaching around to push his two spit slicked fingers into the artist’s rectum.
Justin gasped loudly and grabbed Brian’s shoulders for support as the brunet played with his entrance letting the fingers slip in and out of his body, occasionally scissoring them. He would pull out and circle the hole before forcefully yanking them inside again, at the same time giving his cock head a tight squeeze and pushing his thumb into the slit, driving Justin mad with desire. Letting his forehead fall against the curve of Brian’s neck, Justin clenched his fists into Brian’s upper arm muscles and jerked as his body released a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Don’t pull out.” Justin managed to gasp between his labored breaths when Brian moved to free his fingers. Brian held still, then twisted his hand a little, sliding his fingers further in. Justin moaned and buried his face deeper in Brian’s neck. He mumbled something and Brian pulled back slightly to look at him.
“What did you say?”
“Another round.” Justin repeated and pulled Brian closer again.
The fingers still embedded in Justin’s body Brian drew back a few inches, let a third rest lightly on the blond’s entrance and slid all three slowly and carefully inside again. Justin gave a deep sigh that vibrated through Brian’s whole body and made the taller man shiver.
Justin let one of his hands slide down Brian’s body and fondled the man’s spent cock.
“You plan to kill me tonight?” Brian asked the blond.
“You don’t need to fuck me. Just be inside me.” Justin looked pleadingly in Brian’s hazel eyes. Brian’s hand wrapped itself around Justin’s and together they began stroking Brian’s cock till it filled again. Justin heard a surprised and excited murmur going through the backroom when Brian reached for another condom but managed to block out all the sounds surrounding them and focused exclusively on Brian. His silky voice telling him to turn around, his gentle but forceful hands helping him to position himself, the feel of Brian’s soft and damp hair on his cheek when Brian leaned in to whisper in his ear, the salty taste of Brian’s skin when his tongue licked a path across the corner of his mouth. This was his. All of this.
The heady feeling of power over an untamable being like Brian filled Justin and he almost screamed in triumph when Brian slid carefully inside him again, filling him so completely. He felt his own channel envelop Brian’s hardness and sighed contentedly. They stood still trying not to move an inch just enjoying their bodies being as close as possible. Brian’s palms ran up and down Justin’s sides, moved to the front and stroked his stomach and abdomen, caressing the silky skin. Brian’s dick grew even harder and Justin could feel it throb deep within him.
“You have the most amazing body.” Brian whispered in the blond’s ear, accentuating the statement with a push of his hips. Justin jerked and felt the blood rush towards his limp cock. “You smell so fucking good.” Another jerk with his hips. Brian buried his nose behind Justin’s ear and breathed. He grabbed Justin’s chin with one hand and turned it around to look at it. “Sometimes I dream about those …lips…” Push. “…of yours.” He licked across the blond’s parted mouth. “Imagine them wrapped around my …cock.” Another forceful push. He wasn’t pulling out even the fraction of an inch. Brian was so deep inside him, Justin thought his eyes would pop out any minute. He pressed his ass against Brian hoping to remind him to move, to end this sweet torture. Brian closed his eyes for a moment before whispering, “The most perfect ass.” He pushed again, and again, until Justin felt Brian’s body go rigid and release the tension with a deep groan. Brian sagged against Justin’s back, then pulled out very slowly discarding the condom.
He started to kiss the neck of the blond, sucking a little on the damp skin then moved further down along the line of his spine always sucking, kissing and licking. He sank to his knees nibbling on the dimples above Justin’s ass. His hands grabbed the blond’s hips and turned him around. Justin’s cock bobbed in front of his face and he licked a long line from its base to the head. Reaching the slit he pushed the tip of his tongue against the sensitive spot and enveloped the head in his wet warmth. Brian was dimly aware of his audience because the backroom had become eerily quiet but decided that worshipping Justin’s amazing form took precedence over anything else right then.
As a concession to his onlookers perhaps, Brian didn’t allow Justin to sink his fingers into his hair to fuck his face. Whenever the blond tried to grab the back of the taller man’s head, the brunet would take his hands and place them on the side of his body, indicating this was where he wanted them.
“Oh, my God.” Justin managed to choke out when Brian scraped his teeth playfully across the sensitive head and down the shaft. “Brian!”
Justin scrambled for any purchase on the wall behind him but couldn’t find any. Brian’s sucking and licking and nibbling was making him crazy and he desperately wanted to grab onto something.
“Brian…God, please… Please, Brian…” He almost screamed. Not really certain if he was begging him to end the torture or to never stop with it at all. “PleasePleasePlease-“
When Brian reached up with one hand and moved for his balls, rolling them in his palm, he couldn’t hold back any longer and came, flooding Brian’s mouth, his hands once again flying to Brian’s head and weaving themselves into the soft strands.
Brian allowed him to empty himself before pulling up and pressing his mouth against Justin’s open lips. His tongue pushed generous amounts of cum into the blond’s mouth, coating the inside of his palate with the precious liquid.
The room stood transfixed by the sight in front of them, not a single eye blinking. Brian Kinney on his knees making his blond boy toy scream and beg was something that would nurture the gossip for weeks, if not months, to come. Still recovering from the hotness they just had been privy to witness, they returned to their respective fucking partners and resumed their activities with all the pent-up sexual lust that derived from watching these two godly creatures perform. Some wondering what other spectacles went on between those two behind closed doors, where they were given free reign. The room erupted in one collective orgasm as the unthinkable possibilities flitted in front of their inner minds’ eyes.
When Brian and Justin made it to the bar, shortly after their uncrowned performance, they were met by a smirking Emmett, eyes opened wide in astonishment.
“What?” Brian said roughly.
“I don’t believe it. It’s not enough for you to leave the stage in glory, is it? You had to make them salivate all over what they can’t have. Give sustenance to the legend?” Em laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.
Brian gulped down another drink, not commenting. “So, how long will they keep it up?” He finally asked.
“Keep what up?” Emmett replied.
“The Bet.” Brian clarified what he was talking about.
Emmett scrunched up his nose in discomfort. “Oh, you know about that, do you?”
Brian shrugged his shoulders.
“I’d say not before you gain fifty pounds, forego showering, grow a beard, discard all of your designer clothes, and start wearing purple sweatpants.” Emmett answered his earlier question. Justin laughed.
“What about when I start wearing a ring on my finger?” Brian asked, unfazed.
Emmett glared at him, a dead-panned expression on his face as if the act of thinking was deferred for the time being. He blinked rapidly. When he finally found his voice, he replied in a blank voice, stunned beyond comprehension, “That’ll work, too.”
Emmett then turned to the bar and ordered two shots of Jim Beam, not usually his drink of choice, gulping them down while trying to get his mind back on track, not quite sure if he should be on the lookout for the four horsemen. He scanned the room full of half-naked bodies and noticed Brian and Justin dancing at the center in a tight grinding embrace. People all around them were whispering, gossiping, but mostly simply staring with slacked jaws. Brian and Justin either didn’t notice or didn’t care for the attention and lost themselves in each other. Emmett turned and ordered another shot. He wondered how many more shots it would take to tilt the world back onto its axis.
Read Chapter 15
Warnings: None.
Summary: Five years post-513. This story is anti-angst medication. Nothing bad ever happens here (that’s not completely true, but it’s definitely kept to a minimum).
Disclaimer: I’ve read somewhere that, since disclaimers have no legal footing, they’re merely an expression of the author’s guilt. Still don’t feel guilty.
A/N: Just to give you a heads-up: This story is finished and currently in the very capable hands of my beta, silvaofhope. Provided that I don’t wake up one morning and decide to change the not yet posted parts, this story will consist of a total of 27 chapters. Oh, and this chapter is almost completely PWP. Let me know if you liked.
Previous chapters:
[Ch 01] [Ch 02] [Ch 03] [Ch 04] [Ch 05] [Ch 06] [Ch 07] [Ch 08] [Ch 09] [Ch 10] [Ch 11] [Ch 12] [Ch 13]
Present, October 2010
“It’s Friday night, the boys are probably all in Babylon tonight.” Brian tried to carry on a conversation while Justin was molesting him.
They had left the restaurant precipitately, making up an excuse that they needed to be home because of the babysitter.
While they had waited for the valet to bring around the ‘Vette, Brian had asked, “Babysitter excuse?”
Justin had shrugged. They both knew Trish would stay overnight, since they hadn’t been sure what time they’d be back. Obviously, the blond had other plans.
“I’m horny. Let’s go to Babylon and fuck. And fuck. And then fuck some more.”
“You want to put on a show?” Brian had asked.
“I want them to see what they can never have.”
Evil, blond, horny twink. Just the way Brian liked him best.
Ever since they got into the car, even before Brian started the motor, Justin went for his zipper and pulled it down, pushing his hand inside Brian’s pants and starting to stroke the brunet to erection. He then scooted over and gave Brian an evil smirk before lowering his head down and taking Brian’s half hard cock in his mouth.
Brian pulled onto the street and drove as carefully as he could, considering that the finest and most talented tongue on the East Coast was working his hardening member. Justin circled the head with his tongue and let his lips trail kisses along the length of the shaft, nuzzling the pubes and Brian’s balls before coming up again to lick at the first drop of pre-cum. The blond formed a tight ring with his full lips and slid down the hard rod to the hilt. When the head of Brian’s cock hit the back of his throat Justin pushed firmer, trying to swallow more of Brian, but because of the confines of the car and his uncomfortable position he gagged. He pulled up and tried again, relaxing his throat and succeeded to take Brian whole. He started to swallow rhythmically. The contractions made Brian release a loud moan. Keeping a firm hold on the steering wheel with one hand, he sank the fingers of the other in Justin’s hair to keep the blond head from moving upwards. When Justin needed to take a breath he touched Brian’s hand holding him down and the brunet released him. Justin gulped a fresh lungful of air and dived deep again.
Justin’s throat felt so tight, the swallowing contractions worked his shaft, Brian almost saw stars. Justin’s mouth was wet, warm, and so fucking soft, he’d be coming any second. Justin felt Brian’s dick swell even more and pressed his lips as tight around the base of his cock as he could to keep him from coming. Brian yelped and jerked his hips to make Justin move the show along. Justin was having none of that and kept a tight ring around Brian’s shaft until the brunet had calmed down a bit.
Breathing heavily Brian asked, “What the fuck are you trying to do? Kill us both?” Justin re-emerged gasping for air.
“Getting you ready.” Justin replied. “So the first thing you’ll do when we’re in Babylon is fuck me as hard as you can.” He grinned and went for Brian’s cock again that was a deep shade of purple by now.
He took it half-way into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue lazily then gave the head a workout by alternately sucking it fiercely and ramming the tip of his tongue in Brian’s slit.
“Holy Jesus Fuck!” Brian breathed when Justin brought him close to the brink again. Before he could shoot his load into the blond’s mouth however, Justin let go of him completely and tried to cool him down by blowing warm air across the sensitive skin, glistening with saliva.
“You’re going to pay for that.” Brian panted.
“Promise?” Justin countered and wet his lips before enveloping Brian in his warmth again. He was licking up and down the vein on the underside of Brian’s cock and nipping on it with his teeth when he noticed the car had stopped moving. Brian had even turned off the motor. Confused, Justin lifted his head and said, “Why did you stop?”
“We’re here, blond boy.”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Justin called exasperatedly and scrambled to get out of the car. “Come on, old man, you’ve got an image to uphold,” he teased while he waited for Brian to get out of the car. As soon as Brian stepped out, Justin grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the entrance not even stopping to say hello to the bouncers who exchanged a sly look.
Justin impatiently pushed aside every guy and door that blocked his way to the backroom all the while pulling Brian behind him by his hand, ignoring every amused grin that followed them. When he finally reached his destination, Justin turned to face the wall and worked open his pants.
“Hurry, Brian.” Justin panted and spread himself for his lover.
Brian shook his head disbelievingly at the antics of his lover. “I’m not a machine. I have feelings too, you know.” Brian teased the blond. He quickly pulled down the zipper on his pants and opened the button, not taking the time to pull the pants down even a bit. Snatching a condom from his pocket he quickly prepared himself and buried his dick inside the wantonly spread ass before him. Both men released deep growls and moved together in a rhythm designed to bring them off as quickly as possible.
A few of the backroom visitors stopped what they were doing and exchanged unbelieving glances. Brian and Justin had entered the backroom merely a few seconds ago and were already going at it hot and heavy. As Brian thrust his hips faster the moans from the blond became louder.
“Deeper. Harder. Yesss... Harder, Brian… More… Oh, God, yes…”
More people stopped to watch the two. Brian and Justin were unaware of their audience. Brian worked to make Justin come in record time and felt the blond getting closer. Justin felt it too and knew it wouldn’t take more than a couple of extra thrusts from Brian against his prostate to make him spill. Justin wanted Brian to orgasm with him so he squeezed his muscles on every in-thrust to bring Brian closer to the edge too. Brian fought to keep a scream in his throat when he felt Justin’s ass work him and whispered into the blond’s ear.
“Good boy.”
As soon as the words penetrated Justin’s brain, he was lost. He shot his load and felt Brian do the same. Then Brian turned him around and kissed his panting mouth.
“Let’s get something to drink before we start on round two.” Justin suggested and they left the backroom.
Brian ordered two beers and downed half of his in one gulp. He noticed Emmett on the dance floor and toasted him with a raised bottle. Emmett waved back but continued to dance. Brian scanned the place to see if Mikey and the Professor would be there too but he only saw Ted nursing a glass of Pepsi.
When he turned his attention back to Justin he noticed Justin was gaping at him with a lust-filled haze. He felt the air become charged with electricity and the small hairs at his neck stood in expectation.
“What’s gotten into you tonight?” Brian asked.
“You hopefully.” Justin said and pulled the brunet’s head down for a searing kiss. “Up for round two?” Justin asked and felt for Brian’s groin to check on the state of Brian’s dick. Obviously satisfied with the inspection, he grinned and declared. “I wanna blow you. I promise to let you come this time.”
Brian was not a person to say no to this sort of offer when it came from a certain blond. He motioned for Justin to lead the way and followed the blond to the backroom once more. Heads turned again upon their entrance and Brian noticed with a smirk that they would have quite a spectatorship. Even better. Justin was known to perform particularly well in front of a live audience. Wanting the show to take a while Brian chose a place where he could sit down and Justin immediately let himself sink to his knees.
Without any preamble Justin pulled Brian’s dick from the confines of his pants and began stroking it with his right hand while licking softly at the head. His left hand travelled down to Brian’s balls and rolled them around carefully. Brian released a silent growl that reverberated through his body and Justin felt it on the tip of his tongue. Forming a tight circle with his thumb and index finger around Brian’s base, again he began to lick, nip, and stroke the shaft till the color of the head turned a deep red with all the pent up desire. Justin’s lips travelled up the steel length and sucked greedily on the sensitive head. He let his flat tongue lave every centimeter of skin. The blond dipped the tip of his tongue into the point on the underside of Brian’s cock, just under the rim surrounding the cock head.
Brian’s throat arched at that. And Justin kept repeating the motion every couple of minutes, raining soft kisses on the painfully throbbing shaft in between to bring the brunet down a little. When he felt Brian’s balls slowly lift up despite the improvised cock ring around the base of his shaft, Justin knew Brian wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. He released the firm hold on Brian’s dick, opened his mouth and throat and took him in completely, swallowing in the process.
Brian grabbed Justin’s face with both hands and held him still. He pulled his hips back a little feeling his cock sliding out from Justin’s throat. He gave a forward jerk and almost melted in pleasure as his dick slid back in again, deep. Fucking his face at his own leisurely pace, Brian kept Justin in position. When he finally couldn’t wait any longer to come, he told Justin to take a deep breath and, after the blond did as he was told, Brian slid all the way in again, burying his dick to the hilt in Justin’s mouth and throat. Fully embedded in the blond’s wet cavern, Brian held still, letting Justin’s contracting throat take care of the rest. When he started coming, he pulled back a little to flood Justin’s mouth and let the blond drink his reward.
When Justin pulled up and stood towering above the brunet with a smug grin on his face, Brian knew Justin loved it just as much as he did. Brian stood up and walked into Justin, their chests colliding. Brian kept on walking until Justin was pressed into the wall behind him.
Brian held a palm in front of Justin’s mouth and let the blond’s tongue wet it before he grabbed Justin’s rock hard cock with it. He began working his fist on his lover’s erection watching Justin’s face as he did so. Justin looked him in the eyes, seemingly unable to blink or look away. While working his steel rod, Brian sucked on two of his own fingers, his tongue wetting them thoroughly. He sent Justin an evil grin before pulling the blond’s pants out of the way and reaching around to push his two spit slicked fingers into the artist’s rectum.
Justin gasped loudly and grabbed Brian’s shoulders for support as the brunet played with his entrance letting the fingers slip in and out of his body, occasionally scissoring them. He would pull out and circle the hole before forcefully yanking them inside again, at the same time giving his cock head a tight squeeze and pushing his thumb into the slit, driving Justin mad with desire. Letting his forehead fall against the curve of Brian’s neck, Justin clenched his fists into Brian’s upper arm muscles and jerked as his body released a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Don’t pull out.” Justin managed to gasp between his labored breaths when Brian moved to free his fingers. Brian held still, then twisted his hand a little, sliding his fingers further in. Justin moaned and buried his face deeper in Brian’s neck. He mumbled something and Brian pulled back slightly to look at him.
“What did you say?”
“Another round.” Justin repeated and pulled Brian closer again.
The fingers still embedded in Justin’s body Brian drew back a few inches, let a third rest lightly on the blond’s entrance and slid all three slowly and carefully inside again. Justin gave a deep sigh that vibrated through Brian’s whole body and made the taller man shiver.
Justin let one of his hands slide down Brian’s body and fondled the man’s spent cock.
“You plan to kill me tonight?” Brian asked the blond.
“You don’t need to fuck me. Just be inside me.” Justin looked pleadingly in Brian’s hazel eyes. Brian’s hand wrapped itself around Justin’s and together they began stroking Brian’s cock till it filled again. Justin heard a surprised and excited murmur going through the backroom when Brian reached for another condom but managed to block out all the sounds surrounding them and focused exclusively on Brian. His silky voice telling him to turn around, his gentle but forceful hands helping him to position himself, the feel of Brian’s soft and damp hair on his cheek when Brian leaned in to whisper in his ear, the salty taste of Brian’s skin when his tongue licked a path across the corner of his mouth. This was his. All of this.
The heady feeling of power over an untamable being like Brian filled Justin and he almost screamed in triumph when Brian slid carefully inside him again, filling him so completely. He felt his own channel envelop Brian’s hardness and sighed contentedly. They stood still trying not to move an inch just enjoying their bodies being as close as possible. Brian’s palms ran up and down Justin’s sides, moved to the front and stroked his stomach and abdomen, caressing the silky skin. Brian’s dick grew even harder and Justin could feel it throb deep within him.
“You have the most amazing body.” Brian whispered in the blond’s ear, accentuating the statement with a push of his hips. Justin jerked and felt the blood rush towards his limp cock. “You smell so fucking good.” Another jerk with his hips. Brian buried his nose behind Justin’s ear and breathed. He grabbed Justin’s chin with one hand and turned it around to look at it. “Sometimes I dream about those …lips…” Push. “…of yours.” He licked across the blond’s parted mouth. “Imagine them wrapped around my …cock.” Another forceful push. He wasn’t pulling out even the fraction of an inch. Brian was so deep inside him, Justin thought his eyes would pop out any minute. He pressed his ass against Brian hoping to remind him to move, to end this sweet torture. Brian closed his eyes for a moment before whispering, “The most perfect ass.” He pushed again, and again, until Justin felt Brian’s body go rigid and release the tension with a deep groan. Brian sagged against Justin’s back, then pulled out very slowly discarding the condom.
He started to kiss the neck of the blond, sucking a little on the damp skin then moved further down along the line of his spine always sucking, kissing and licking. He sank to his knees nibbling on the dimples above Justin’s ass. His hands grabbed the blond’s hips and turned him around. Justin’s cock bobbed in front of his face and he licked a long line from its base to the head. Reaching the slit he pushed the tip of his tongue against the sensitive spot and enveloped the head in his wet warmth. Brian was dimly aware of his audience because the backroom had become eerily quiet but decided that worshipping Justin’s amazing form took precedence over anything else right then.
As a concession to his onlookers perhaps, Brian didn’t allow Justin to sink his fingers into his hair to fuck his face. Whenever the blond tried to grab the back of the taller man’s head, the brunet would take his hands and place them on the side of his body, indicating this was where he wanted them.
“Oh, my God.” Justin managed to choke out when Brian scraped his teeth playfully across the sensitive head and down the shaft. “Brian!”
Justin scrambled for any purchase on the wall behind him but couldn’t find any. Brian’s sucking and licking and nibbling was making him crazy and he desperately wanted to grab onto something.
“Brian…God, please… Please, Brian…” He almost screamed. Not really certain if he was begging him to end the torture or to never stop with it at all. “PleasePleasePlease-“
When Brian reached up with one hand and moved for his balls, rolling them in his palm, he couldn’t hold back any longer and came, flooding Brian’s mouth, his hands once again flying to Brian’s head and weaving themselves into the soft strands.
Brian allowed him to empty himself before pulling up and pressing his mouth against Justin’s open lips. His tongue pushed generous amounts of cum into the blond’s mouth, coating the inside of his palate with the precious liquid.
The room stood transfixed by the sight in front of them, not a single eye blinking. Brian Kinney on his knees making his blond boy toy scream and beg was something that would nurture the gossip for weeks, if not months, to come. Still recovering from the hotness they just had been privy to witness, they returned to their respective fucking partners and resumed their activities with all the pent-up sexual lust that derived from watching these two godly creatures perform. Some wondering what other spectacles went on between those two behind closed doors, where they were given free reign. The room erupted in one collective orgasm as the unthinkable possibilities flitted in front of their inner minds’ eyes.
When Brian and Justin made it to the bar, shortly after their uncrowned performance, they were met by a smirking Emmett, eyes opened wide in astonishment.
“What?” Brian said roughly.
“I don’t believe it. It’s not enough for you to leave the stage in glory, is it? You had to make them salivate all over what they can’t have. Give sustenance to the legend?” Em laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.
Brian gulped down another drink, not commenting. “So, how long will they keep it up?” He finally asked.
“Keep what up?” Emmett replied.
“The Bet.” Brian clarified what he was talking about.
Emmett scrunched up his nose in discomfort. “Oh, you know about that, do you?”
Brian shrugged his shoulders.
“I’d say not before you gain fifty pounds, forego showering, grow a beard, discard all of your designer clothes, and start wearing purple sweatpants.” Emmett answered his earlier question. Justin laughed.
“What about when I start wearing a ring on my finger?” Brian asked, unfazed.
Emmett glared at him, a dead-panned expression on his face as if the act of thinking was deferred for the time being. He blinked rapidly. When he finally found his voice, he replied in a blank voice, stunned beyond comprehension, “That’ll work, too.”
Emmett then turned to the bar and ordered two shots of Jim Beam, not usually his drink of choice, gulping them down while trying to get his mind back on track, not quite sure if he should be on the lookout for the four horsemen. He scanned the room full of half-naked bodies and noticed Brian and Justin dancing at the center in a tight grinding embrace. People all around them were whispering, gossiping, but mostly simply staring with slacked jaws. Brian and Justin either didn’t notice or didn’t care for the attention and lost themselves in each other. Emmett turned and ordered another shot. He wondered how many more shots it would take to tilt the world back onto its axis.
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