A Storm's Gonna Come - Chapter 16
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).
Beta: Thank you, silvaofhope.
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: As last week: medical facts, took liberties, work of fiction, blah biddy blah.
I want to take the time and send a huge Thank You! to all my readers because your comments make me happy and make this whole experience worthwhile. Please keep them coming.
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] [Ch 14] [Ch 15]
Present, November 2010
“So, the idea was, if you can’t make the economy crisis disappear, make it work for you. We’re basically saying, now is the time to set yourself apart from the rest. Show the world that you’re unaffected by the crumpling of the Dow Jones and collapsing businesses.” Brian pronounced with mocked pathos.
“By buying a Cuylen limousine.”
“By buying a Cuylen limousine.” Brian confirmed Justin’s statement. “While setting a trend at the same time, since Cuylen is yet an unfamiliar brand in the US. And it’ll work because those people who can afford such a car really don’t care for how bad the world finance conditions are. And, the fact that it’s a European based industry adds not only to the quality aspect but also helps us sell the product.”
“Euro-craze?” Justin guessed.
“That too, but also because people tend to think that Europe was less affected by the financial crisis. They perceive European products as a safer investment. All in all the circumstances work for us.”
Justin gaped with unbelieving eyes. “Brilliant. You not only make it sound plausible, you make the client think the economy crisis is actually a good thing to happen to them.”
Brian smiled and basked a little in Justin’s worship. “I actually have you to thank.” Brian admitted.
“What did I do?” Justin wondered.
“You told me that I could market anything anytime and that that was what set me apart from all the rest. I took your thought and expanded it.”
“And proved me right in the process.”
Brian sipped on his bottle of beer. They were sprawled in front of the fireplace. It was already November and though it’s been a comparably warm fall so far, the nights started to get palpably colder. The temperatures sank so low now that they decided to light a fire after the girls had been brought to bed. Justin had been home for more than four weeks now, getting better every day but, complying with Brian’s wishes, still taking it slow. It wasn’t as though he had had any chance to burn himself out between all the mothering from Jennifer, Debbie, and Trish. Justin often complained to Brian that he felt like he had three mothers who were all strangling him with their care. All this on top of a very concerned partner who kept a watchful eye on him.
“Did they like it? They loved it, didn’t they?” Justin enthused.
“I think they’ve forgiven me for walking out on them without an explanation the last time.”
“I think a celebration is in order.”
“I think so too. Oh, this reminds me, the Cuylens invited us to dinner Sunday night.”
“Then I guess I have to cancel the orgy I had planned for Sunday afternoon.” Justin sighed jokingly.
“Let’s see if you gained enough strength to put up with me first before you organize a debauchery.”
Justin grinned happily and scooted closer on the soft rug. Brian stopped him before he could get too close.
“You wanna go check on the girls first?”
“Okay. But don’t you go anywhere.” Justin answered and got to his feet.
He sprinted up the stairs, observing with satisfaction that he no longer experienced headaches from sudden movements.
Four weeks earlier
Brian carried the food tray upstairs, executing a direct order from Trish. He took extra care not to spill the steaming hot contents. The woman had made a bowl of chicken soup after a recipe that Debbie had sent earlier, together with get well wishes and a dozen of red-lipstick-pecks on both cheeks, which Brian had to promise to pass along to Justin. Entering the master bedroom, Brian found the patient out of bed. Looking around the room and not spotting him on the floor cushions in front of the fireplace either, Brian set down the tray of food and went to look in the bathroom. He caught the blond staring at himself in the mirror, a deep frown on his still slightly pale face.
Justin heard him enter but didn’t look up; continuing to glare at himself, eyes focused on the huge Band-Aid that covered part of his head’s left side, just above the ear.
“Brian, they shaved my hair.” Justin almost-sobbed miserably.
“Not all of it.” Brian deadpanned.
“Is that supposed to help me?” The blond exclaimed outraged.
Brian abandoned the pretense and fixed him with a stern stare. “You also had brain surgery. How about re-evaluating your priorities? And what the fuck are you doing upright? Your doctor told you to stay in bed for at least another week. You should be lying down.”
Justin let his gaze drop. He cringed a little, hoping Brian wouldn’t notice. But of course, he did.
“Does your head hurt?” The brunet demanded to know.
Justin twisted one corner of his mouth askew. “Maybe.” He mumbled almost unintelligibly.
“Get back in bed. I’ll get your meds. And Trish made a batch of Deb’s all-purpose chicken soup with magical healing powers. You’re going to eat it.”
“I don’t want chicken soup.” Justin protested as he climbed under the covers; then added, more happily, “I want pancakes.” He sent a huge grin in Brian’s direction.
“Too fucking bad. You’re going to eat it. Because I’m not going back there with a full bowl of chicken soup and face Trish’s death glare. She’s spent way too much time with Debbie these past years. She used to be such a sweet person.” Brian reminisced.
He waited until Justin got comfortable and placed the dish in front of him. He watched the blond take a few spoonful’s before asking, “Debbie’s or your mom’s?”
“Huh?”
“You want Deb’s pancakes or your mom’s?” Brian clarified with mocked exasperation.
Justin thought for a moment. “My mom’s.”
Brian turned to leave when he heard Justin call a happy ‘Thank you’.
Present, November 2010
Justin stepped up to Emma’s bed, readjusting her blanket which tended to bunch below her feet. He then checked on Alex, picking up the teddy bear and setting it aside in a corner near her pillow. He checked the baby monitor and made sure it was switched on before dimming the light low and making his way back to Brian.
Making his way downstairs, he self-consciously ran a hand through his newly cropped hair. More than four weeks had been enough time for his hair to grow over the bare spot but the rest of it had to be trimmed to achieve a presentable look. Since the sides of his head had to be kept short for that reason, Justin kept the hair on top slightly longer than the rest of it. He was still getting used to the new hairstyle but decided he actually liked what Brian’s coiffeur managed to accomplish.
Justin knew that he had put Brian’s patience up for a test because he had been whining for days that he wanted to finally be able to leave the house, but Brian had insisted that he wait another week. To appease the blond, he surprised him the day before when he brought Paolo, his personal hair stylist, for a house call to Britin. Justin smiled wide. He still owed Brian a thank you for his thoughtfulness.
Justin’s breath caught when he made it downstairs again. Brian had used the time while Justin was upstairs to discard all of his clothes and was sprawled across the plush rug, lying half on his side, half on his chest, with one knee bent to leverage his upper body slightly sideways. The light from the fireplace was painting beautiful ornaments on his tanned skin which shone with a bronze shimmer in the soft lighting.
His body was perfect, Justin thought. He let his lust-filled gaze wander over the expanse of the brunet’s neck, his muscular back and unblemished skin, all the way to the long, lean limbs. Justin could see his full balls between his slightly spread legs and felt his blood rush in the direction of his own dick. He must have done something really good in his former life to be rewarded with such a treasure, Justin mused, and huffed a laugh at the thought.
“What’s funny?” Brian asked; voice deep and raw with desire.
“I’ve just been thinking that I must have done something good in my last life to deserve you.” He shared his mind while getting rid of his clothes. When he was naked, he sank on his knees to kiss Brian then stretched alongside him, running his fingers lightly across his spine and down to his ass, then back up again. He repeated the motion until he felt Brian shiver when he came closer to his crack. He dipped his fingers lightly between the cheeks, feeling something wet and slippery. He dipped his fingers deeper. His eyes widened in surprise when he realized Brian had prepared himself for him. He growled and pushed Brian onto his belly sliding his body over the brunet’s.
Brian let Justin navigate him into the position the blond wanted. Never protesting or uttering a single word. He felt the artist’s hot lips on his neck, and sucked in a breath when Justin’s mouth started to torture him in all his sensitive spots.
Justin sucked and nibbled on the back of Brian’s neck where it met the shoulder, drawing blood to the surface. He moved to Brian’s shoulder blade, biting a trail to his spine where he lapped at each vertebra, then blew warm air across the wet skin. Brian’s body was humming with pleasure and he let a few sighs escape his throat. They reverberated in his chest and Justin could feel them resonate through his whole body. The blond’s fingers moved to Brian’s ass, kneading the muscles there and moving further down towards his balls and thighs.
Justin slipped one hand between Brian’s thighs and motioned for Brian to spread his legs. When the brunet complied without hesitation, Justin stroked up and down his inner thighs before giving the sensitive skin a light scratch with his fingernails. Brian’s back arched at the sensation, his head lifting from the forearms it was resting on. Justin caught the arched neck with his mouth and sucked on the same spot he was nipping on earlier. The caress, skin still being oversensitive to the touch, made Brian keen and he let out a feral howl. His head fell back on his arms, the chest heaving with every intake of breath.
Justin enjoyed the delirium his actions sent Brian into. He pressed on the back of Brian’s thighs in a motion to signal his lover to lift up. With his ass in the air, Justin let his hand wander to the balls hanging heavily. He weighed them in his palm, rolling them around and squeezing very lightly.
“Shit!” Brian breathed. He was burning up and so fucking ready for Justin to fuck the shit out of him, but the blond took his sweet time.
Justin nipped on the two small dips just above Brian’s ass - an area where he knew Brian was ticklish. He had to be very careful not to come close to any of the ticklish spots. He moved his lips in open-mouthed kisses across the expanse of Brian’s back, following no specific pattern. He reveled in the sounds he could produce from Brian’s throat when he lingered on this or that spot for a longer period of time.
His hands followed a completely different map. They hovered in the area of Brian’s ass where it met the thighs, then moved to Brian’s crack again. Justin let the thumb of his right hand find Brian’s well-lubed hole and slipped inside. The intrusion made Brian gasp and clench his muscles around Justin’s digit. When he relaxed again, Justin let the other thumb slip inside too. Another gasp, another clench. It took Brian a few seconds longer to adjust to the new intrusion but eventually he released the breath he was holding and relaxed his sphincter.
Justin dared to press both his thumbs deeper inside till he hit the second barrier. He pushed past it, making Brian hiss and tense. Justin held still. He knew it would be a while before Brian would be able to take more; the inner ring of muscle was harder to control, especially for someone who wasn’t used to it.
The blond tried to distract his lover from the sensation of being stretched by whispering in the brunet’s ear. “I want to fill you up. I want to push my cock all the way inside you until you can’t take anymore and then I want to come inside you, spill my juice till you think you’re going to explode. And when I pull out, I want to see it dripping out of you. Dripping down your thighs. God, I want you so much, Brian.” Justin pulled his thumbs apart slowly, stretching Brian further and holding still again, keeping him stretched and open.
“Justin. Fuck.” Brian couldn’t hold back any longer. The images Justin conjured before his inner eye kept invading his thoughts. He knew they couldn’t do it raw yet. They still hadn’t gotten around to getting tested, what with Justin’s accident and the weeks of recovery where they couldn’t have sex at all. But, oh God, he wanted Justin to do every single thing to him the blond had described.
“Jesus Fuck. Get on with the show. Don’t make me wait any longer.” The words spilled from his lips without passing the brain barrier first. He was so desperate for a piece of Justin inside the core of his body; he would have sold his soul if that was what it took to get Justin inside.
Justin carefully slipped his thumbs from Brian’s hole and quickly donned a condom. Leveraging himself with one hand pressed on Brian’s upper back and the other on the brunet’s hip, he sank into the wet hotness and moaned contentedly.
Brian’s head first shot up at the intrusive pain, then slumped back down onto his forearms. He banged his forehead a few times against his wrists, trying to delude the pain’s intensity. Finally he felt his own body stretch and adjust to Justin’s size and wrap himself snugly around the blond’s impressive boner.
“How the fuck did such a small person like you end up with such a big cock?” He pressed out.
“You love my big cock.” Justin countered and gave a plunge to emphasize his point.
The air swished out of Brian’s lungs. Justin’s first thrust taking him by surprise.
“Grab something to hold on to.” Justin advised and was pleased to notice Brian scramble to reach the couch’s armrest. Justin pulled back almost completely, only the cock of his head embedded within Brian’s opening. He enjoyed the throbbing sensation from Brian’s muscles straining to take him for a few seconds, then slammed inside. Justin yanked back, and pounded into him again, filling Brian’s ass with his cock. He thrust repeatedly burying himself to the hilt every time. When he felt Brian adjust to the violent onslaught, Justin changed the angle of his thrust on each in-stroke until he sensed he’d hit Brian’s prostate. He kept fucking the spot over and over again, Brian bucking and thrashing underneath him.
His body completely glazed over with sweat, Brian groaned incessantly. When Justin thought he heard an occasional whimper between the guttural groans he reached for the brunet’s cock and started jerking it roughly. He pushed his thumb under the rim surrounding the head which made Brian buck so wildly, Justin feared for a second he might throw him off. With a thunderous growl and a fist slamming into the couch cushions, Brian came. And came, and came, and came. Justin had never seen him shoot so much and was momentarily distracted by rope after rope of cum being released by Brian’s dick before picking up his movements and increasing the pace.
Brian thought he couldn’t take any more thrusting and was determined to make the blond come as soon as possible. He squeezed his ass and made his entrance impossibly tight. Justin’s eyes almost popped out when he fucked Brian through the incredible tightness and he finally allowed the wave to crash over him. When the tremors stopped heaving his body, he collapsed on top of his lover and closed his eyes.
He gave voice to the first coherent thought that formed in his mind after that. “God, this room reeks of sex.” Justin complained.
“Might be from all the mind-numbing fucking we were doing.” Brian replied.
“It was mind-numbing, wasn’t it?” Justin agreed.
Brian laughed. “Come on, little boy. Let’s go to bed.” He stood, pulling Justin upright with him, and made his way upstairs and to their bedroom.
They took a quick shower together, soaping each other up, too tired to do anything more at this point. They got into bed and, lying down on his side, Brian opened his arms so Justin could crawl inside and make himself comfortable. He gave a huge yawn and buried his face in Brian’s chest. Brian smelled so fucking good - a combination of the ginger-fresh shower gel and Brian’s very own brand of musk and soap. In his almost asleep state Justin wondered what this smell would taste like and gave a lick between the brunet’s pecs. It tasted amazing, so he licked another line and another. He moved over to one of Brian’s nipples and licked it, too. It tasted even better there, so Justin sucked on it.
“Why do you taste so good?” The blond muttered.
He moved further up Brian’s body, licking and tasting Brian’s shoulder, neck, and side of the face. He then pushed Brian over on his back, so he could taste his right side and compare. Brian lay there and let himself enjoy the action. Justin would sometimes get into one of those hazy funks and start sniffing him, or touching him, or, like tonight, tasting him.
“Fuck, you taste good.” Justin murmured again, this time against Brian’s lips. To prove his point, he sank his tongue deep inside Brian’s mouth and explored every fold, every nook, and every tooth, savoring the different nuances of Brian. He let go of Brian’s mouth suddenly, looked into his eyes, and announced, “I’m going to taste you.”
He then moved down the brunet’s body, dragging his tongue along every bit of skin he could reach. When he reached Brian’s belly button, he rimmed it for almost ten minutes before Brian pulled up his head and reminded him of other parts of his anatomy that were worth tasting. Justin wasted no time in taking Brian’s cock in his mouth and worshipping its every inch. He let his tongue trail around the head, under the rim, across the shaft. Letting the hard dick slip from his lips with a pop, he focused on Brian’s perineum licking it repeatedly, constantly applying more pressure.
Justin hooked his hands behind Brian’s knees and pulled his legs up to expose Brian’s asshole. It was still red and throbbing, so Justin gave it a tentative lick. It tasted amazing - an earthy flavor; the scent reminded Justin of deep seas. He started dragging his tongue around the puckered hole in slow circles. Brian’s legs began to quiver slightly but Justin focused on the task before him. He let his tongue dip between the reddened and swollen folds and it slipped easily inside. He lifted his head.
“So soft.”
He pushed his tongue inside again, tasting sex, and faint traces of latex. And Brian. He thrust his tongue in and out a few times in an effort to get even deeper, then sucked at the swollen bud. Justin laved Brian’s whole crack with his saliva until it was dripping wet and slippery again. He reached for a condom and positioned himself at Brian’s hole.
His hands held Brian’s legs up in the air by the back of his knees and he looked at his lover, giving him the opportunity to say no.
Brian kept looking into Justin’s calm face, seeing nothing but love and adoration there. “I love you.” Brian said simply, relieved and happy that Justin was alive and well.
Justin let his dick slide inside Brian. Gliding easily thanks to the saliva and earlier activities that left Brian sufficiently stretched. The pure sensation of being filled took hold of Brian’s senses, undiluted by any pain that usually accompanied the stretching. It was an indescribable feeling to have Justin inside of him like this. Not only inside his body, but inside his every pore, every thought.
Justin let go of Brian’s legs and the brunet wrapped one lightly around Justin’s body. The blond started a slow pace, moving easily inside the perfect body of his lover. Justin touched his fingertips to Brian’s lips - soft and warm. The brunet kissed the pads of his fingers, drowning in the blue orbs of his partner.
They both felt their climax slowly build up and come closer. Until Justin stopped pulling out at all and instead pushed further in, in, in. The orgasm rolled around slowly and covered them both like a warm blanket.
Brian helped Justin get rid of the condom, then wrapped his arms around the blond and closed his eyes, completely exhausted. The last thing he heard was a quietly whispered “I love you too, Brian” from Justin.
Read Chapter 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).
Beta: Thank you, silvaofhope.
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: As last week: medical facts, took liberties, work of fiction, blah biddy blah.
I want to take the time and send a huge Thank You! to all my readers because your comments make me happy and make this whole experience worthwhile. Please keep them coming.
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] [Ch 14] [Ch 15]
Present, November 2010
“So, the idea was, if you can’t make the economy crisis disappear, make it work for you. We’re basically saying, now is the time to set yourself apart from the rest. Show the world that you’re unaffected by the crumpling of the Dow Jones and collapsing businesses.” Brian pronounced with mocked pathos.
“By buying a Cuylen limousine.”
“By buying a Cuylen limousine.” Brian confirmed Justin’s statement. “While setting a trend at the same time, since Cuylen is yet an unfamiliar brand in the US. And it’ll work because those people who can afford such a car really don’t care for how bad the world finance conditions are. And, the fact that it’s a European based industry adds not only to the quality aspect but also helps us sell the product.”
“Euro-craze?” Justin guessed.
“That too, but also because people tend to think that Europe was less affected by the financial crisis. They perceive European products as a safer investment. All in all the circumstances work for us.”
Justin gaped with unbelieving eyes. “Brilliant. You not only make it sound plausible, you make the client think the economy crisis is actually a good thing to happen to them.”
Brian smiled and basked a little in Justin’s worship. “I actually have you to thank.” Brian admitted.
“What did I do?” Justin wondered.
“You told me that I could market anything anytime and that that was what set me apart from all the rest. I took your thought and expanded it.”
“And proved me right in the process.”
Brian sipped on his bottle of beer. They were sprawled in front of the fireplace. It was already November and though it’s been a comparably warm fall so far, the nights started to get palpably colder. The temperatures sank so low now that they decided to light a fire after the girls had been brought to bed. Justin had been home for more than four weeks now, getting better every day but, complying with Brian’s wishes, still taking it slow. It wasn’t as though he had had any chance to burn himself out between all the mothering from Jennifer, Debbie, and Trish. Justin often complained to Brian that he felt like he had three mothers who were all strangling him with their care. All this on top of a very concerned partner who kept a watchful eye on him.
“Did they like it? They loved it, didn’t they?” Justin enthused.
“I think they’ve forgiven me for walking out on them without an explanation the last time.”
“I think a celebration is in order.”
“I think so too. Oh, this reminds me, the Cuylens invited us to dinner Sunday night.”
“Then I guess I have to cancel the orgy I had planned for Sunday afternoon.” Justin sighed jokingly.
“Let’s see if you gained enough strength to put up with me first before you organize a debauchery.”
Justin grinned happily and scooted closer on the soft rug. Brian stopped him before he could get too close.
“You wanna go check on the girls first?”
“Okay. But don’t you go anywhere.” Justin answered and got to his feet.
He sprinted up the stairs, observing with satisfaction that he no longer experienced headaches from sudden movements.
Four weeks earlier
Brian carried the food tray upstairs, executing a direct order from Trish. He took extra care not to spill the steaming hot contents. The woman had made a bowl of chicken soup after a recipe that Debbie had sent earlier, together with get well wishes and a dozen of red-lipstick-pecks on both cheeks, which Brian had to promise to pass along to Justin. Entering the master bedroom, Brian found the patient out of bed. Looking around the room and not spotting him on the floor cushions in front of the fireplace either, Brian set down the tray of food and went to look in the bathroom. He caught the blond staring at himself in the mirror, a deep frown on his still slightly pale face.
Justin heard him enter but didn’t look up; continuing to glare at himself, eyes focused on the huge Band-Aid that covered part of his head’s left side, just above the ear.
“Brian, they shaved my hair.” Justin almost-sobbed miserably.
“Not all of it.” Brian deadpanned.
“Is that supposed to help me?” The blond exclaimed outraged.
Brian abandoned the pretense and fixed him with a stern stare. “You also had brain surgery. How about re-evaluating your priorities? And what the fuck are you doing upright? Your doctor told you to stay in bed for at least another week. You should be lying down.”
Justin let his gaze drop. He cringed a little, hoping Brian wouldn’t notice. But of course, he did.
“Does your head hurt?” The brunet demanded to know.
Justin twisted one corner of his mouth askew. “Maybe.” He mumbled almost unintelligibly.
“Get back in bed. I’ll get your meds. And Trish made a batch of Deb’s all-purpose chicken soup with magical healing powers. You’re going to eat it.”
“I don’t want chicken soup.” Justin protested as he climbed under the covers; then added, more happily, “I want pancakes.” He sent a huge grin in Brian’s direction.
“Too fucking bad. You’re going to eat it. Because I’m not going back there with a full bowl of chicken soup and face Trish’s death glare. She’s spent way too much time with Debbie these past years. She used to be such a sweet person.” Brian reminisced.
He waited until Justin got comfortable and placed the dish in front of him. He watched the blond take a few spoonful’s before asking, “Debbie’s or your mom’s?”
“Huh?”
“You want Deb’s pancakes or your mom’s?” Brian clarified with mocked exasperation.
Justin thought for a moment. “My mom’s.”
Brian turned to leave when he heard Justin call a happy ‘Thank you’.
Present, November 2010
Justin stepped up to Emma’s bed, readjusting her blanket which tended to bunch below her feet. He then checked on Alex, picking up the teddy bear and setting it aside in a corner near her pillow. He checked the baby monitor and made sure it was switched on before dimming the light low and making his way back to Brian.
Making his way downstairs, he self-consciously ran a hand through his newly cropped hair. More than four weeks had been enough time for his hair to grow over the bare spot but the rest of it had to be trimmed to achieve a presentable look. Since the sides of his head had to be kept short for that reason, Justin kept the hair on top slightly longer than the rest of it. He was still getting used to the new hairstyle but decided he actually liked what Brian’s coiffeur managed to accomplish.
Justin knew that he had put Brian’s patience up for a test because he had been whining for days that he wanted to finally be able to leave the house, but Brian had insisted that he wait another week. To appease the blond, he surprised him the day before when he brought Paolo, his personal hair stylist, for a house call to Britin. Justin smiled wide. He still owed Brian a thank you for his thoughtfulness.
Justin’s breath caught when he made it downstairs again. Brian had used the time while Justin was upstairs to discard all of his clothes and was sprawled across the plush rug, lying half on his side, half on his chest, with one knee bent to leverage his upper body slightly sideways. The light from the fireplace was painting beautiful ornaments on his tanned skin which shone with a bronze shimmer in the soft lighting.
His body was perfect, Justin thought. He let his lust-filled gaze wander over the expanse of the brunet’s neck, his muscular back and unblemished skin, all the way to the long, lean limbs. Justin could see his full balls between his slightly spread legs and felt his blood rush in the direction of his own dick. He must have done something really good in his former life to be rewarded with such a treasure, Justin mused, and huffed a laugh at the thought.
“What’s funny?” Brian asked; voice deep and raw with desire.
“I’ve just been thinking that I must have done something good in my last life to deserve you.” He shared his mind while getting rid of his clothes. When he was naked, he sank on his knees to kiss Brian then stretched alongside him, running his fingers lightly across his spine and down to his ass, then back up again. He repeated the motion until he felt Brian shiver when he came closer to his crack. He dipped his fingers lightly between the cheeks, feeling something wet and slippery. He dipped his fingers deeper. His eyes widened in surprise when he realized Brian had prepared himself for him. He growled and pushed Brian onto his belly sliding his body over the brunet’s.
Brian let Justin navigate him into the position the blond wanted. Never protesting or uttering a single word. He felt the artist’s hot lips on his neck, and sucked in a breath when Justin’s mouth started to torture him in all his sensitive spots.
Justin sucked and nibbled on the back of Brian’s neck where it met the shoulder, drawing blood to the surface. He moved to Brian’s shoulder blade, biting a trail to his spine where he lapped at each vertebra, then blew warm air across the wet skin. Brian’s body was humming with pleasure and he let a few sighs escape his throat. They reverberated in his chest and Justin could feel them resonate through his whole body. The blond’s fingers moved to Brian’s ass, kneading the muscles there and moving further down towards his balls and thighs.
Justin slipped one hand between Brian’s thighs and motioned for Brian to spread his legs. When the brunet complied without hesitation, Justin stroked up and down his inner thighs before giving the sensitive skin a light scratch with his fingernails. Brian’s back arched at the sensation, his head lifting from the forearms it was resting on. Justin caught the arched neck with his mouth and sucked on the same spot he was nipping on earlier. The caress, skin still being oversensitive to the touch, made Brian keen and he let out a feral howl. His head fell back on his arms, the chest heaving with every intake of breath.
Justin enjoyed the delirium his actions sent Brian into. He pressed on the back of Brian’s thighs in a motion to signal his lover to lift up. With his ass in the air, Justin let his hand wander to the balls hanging heavily. He weighed them in his palm, rolling them around and squeezing very lightly.
“Shit!” Brian breathed. He was burning up and so fucking ready for Justin to fuck the shit out of him, but the blond took his sweet time.
Justin nipped on the two small dips just above Brian’s ass - an area where he knew Brian was ticklish. He had to be very careful not to come close to any of the ticklish spots. He moved his lips in open-mouthed kisses across the expanse of Brian’s back, following no specific pattern. He reveled in the sounds he could produce from Brian’s throat when he lingered on this or that spot for a longer period of time.
His hands followed a completely different map. They hovered in the area of Brian’s ass where it met the thighs, then moved to Brian’s crack again. Justin let the thumb of his right hand find Brian’s well-lubed hole and slipped inside. The intrusion made Brian gasp and clench his muscles around Justin’s digit. When he relaxed again, Justin let the other thumb slip inside too. Another gasp, another clench. It took Brian a few seconds longer to adjust to the new intrusion but eventually he released the breath he was holding and relaxed his sphincter.
Justin dared to press both his thumbs deeper inside till he hit the second barrier. He pushed past it, making Brian hiss and tense. Justin held still. He knew it would be a while before Brian would be able to take more; the inner ring of muscle was harder to control, especially for someone who wasn’t used to it.
The blond tried to distract his lover from the sensation of being stretched by whispering in the brunet’s ear. “I want to fill you up. I want to push my cock all the way inside you until you can’t take anymore and then I want to come inside you, spill my juice till you think you’re going to explode. And when I pull out, I want to see it dripping out of you. Dripping down your thighs. God, I want you so much, Brian.” Justin pulled his thumbs apart slowly, stretching Brian further and holding still again, keeping him stretched and open.
“Justin. Fuck.” Brian couldn’t hold back any longer. The images Justin conjured before his inner eye kept invading his thoughts. He knew they couldn’t do it raw yet. They still hadn’t gotten around to getting tested, what with Justin’s accident and the weeks of recovery where they couldn’t have sex at all. But, oh God, he wanted Justin to do every single thing to him the blond had described.
“Jesus Fuck. Get on with the show. Don’t make me wait any longer.” The words spilled from his lips without passing the brain barrier first. He was so desperate for a piece of Justin inside the core of his body; he would have sold his soul if that was what it took to get Justin inside.
Justin carefully slipped his thumbs from Brian’s hole and quickly donned a condom. Leveraging himself with one hand pressed on Brian’s upper back and the other on the brunet’s hip, he sank into the wet hotness and moaned contentedly.
Brian’s head first shot up at the intrusive pain, then slumped back down onto his forearms. He banged his forehead a few times against his wrists, trying to delude the pain’s intensity. Finally he felt his own body stretch and adjust to Justin’s size and wrap himself snugly around the blond’s impressive boner.
“How the fuck did such a small person like you end up with such a big cock?” He pressed out.
“You love my big cock.” Justin countered and gave a plunge to emphasize his point.
The air swished out of Brian’s lungs. Justin’s first thrust taking him by surprise.
“Grab something to hold on to.” Justin advised and was pleased to notice Brian scramble to reach the couch’s armrest. Justin pulled back almost completely, only the cock of his head embedded within Brian’s opening. He enjoyed the throbbing sensation from Brian’s muscles straining to take him for a few seconds, then slammed inside. Justin yanked back, and pounded into him again, filling Brian’s ass with his cock. He thrust repeatedly burying himself to the hilt every time. When he felt Brian adjust to the violent onslaught, Justin changed the angle of his thrust on each in-stroke until he sensed he’d hit Brian’s prostate. He kept fucking the spot over and over again, Brian bucking and thrashing underneath him.
His body completely glazed over with sweat, Brian groaned incessantly. When Justin thought he heard an occasional whimper between the guttural groans he reached for the brunet’s cock and started jerking it roughly. He pushed his thumb under the rim surrounding the head which made Brian buck so wildly, Justin feared for a second he might throw him off. With a thunderous growl and a fist slamming into the couch cushions, Brian came. And came, and came, and came. Justin had never seen him shoot so much and was momentarily distracted by rope after rope of cum being released by Brian’s dick before picking up his movements and increasing the pace.
Brian thought he couldn’t take any more thrusting and was determined to make the blond come as soon as possible. He squeezed his ass and made his entrance impossibly tight. Justin’s eyes almost popped out when he fucked Brian through the incredible tightness and he finally allowed the wave to crash over him. When the tremors stopped heaving his body, he collapsed on top of his lover and closed his eyes.
He gave voice to the first coherent thought that formed in his mind after that. “God, this room reeks of sex.” Justin complained.
“Might be from all the mind-numbing fucking we were doing.” Brian replied.
“It was mind-numbing, wasn’t it?” Justin agreed.
Brian laughed. “Come on, little boy. Let’s go to bed.” He stood, pulling Justin upright with him, and made his way upstairs and to their bedroom.
They took a quick shower together, soaping each other up, too tired to do anything more at this point. They got into bed and, lying down on his side, Brian opened his arms so Justin could crawl inside and make himself comfortable. He gave a huge yawn and buried his face in Brian’s chest. Brian smelled so fucking good - a combination of the ginger-fresh shower gel and Brian’s very own brand of musk and soap. In his almost asleep state Justin wondered what this smell would taste like and gave a lick between the brunet’s pecs. It tasted amazing, so he licked another line and another. He moved over to one of Brian’s nipples and licked it, too. It tasted even better there, so Justin sucked on it.
“Why do you taste so good?” The blond muttered.
He moved further up Brian’s body, licking and tasting Brian’s shoulder, neck, and side of the face. He then pushed Brian over on his back, so he could taste his right side and compare. Brian lay there and let himself enjoy the action. Justin would sometimes get into one of those hazy funks and start sniffing him, or touching him, or, like tonight, tasting him.
“Fuck, you taste good.” Justin murmured again, this time against Brian’s lips. To prove his point, he sank his tongue deep inside Brian’s mouth and explored every fold, every nook, and every tooth, savoring the different nuances of Brian. He let go of Brian’s mouth suddenly, looked into his eyes, and announced, “I’m going to taste you.”
He then moved down the brunet’s body, dragging his tongue along every bit of skin he could reach. When he reached Brian’s belly button, he rimmed it for almost ten minutes before Brian pulled up his head and reminded him of other parts of his anatomy that were worth tasting. Justin wasted no time in taking Brian’s cock in his mouth and worshipping its every inch. He let his tongue trail around the head, under the rim, across the shaft. Letting the hard dick slip from his lips with a pop, he focused on Brian’s perineum licking it repeatedly, constantly applying more pressure.
Justin hooked his hands behind Brian’s knees and pulled his legs up to expose Brian’s asshole. It was still red and throbbing, so Justin gave it a tentative lick. It tasted amazing - an earthy flavor; the scent reminded Justin of deep seas. He started dragging his tongue around the puckered hole in slow circles. Brian’s legs began to quiver slightly but Justin focused on the task before him. He let his tongue dip between the reddened and swollen folds and it slipped easily inside. He lifted his head.
“So soft.”
He pushed his tongue inside again, tasting sex, and faint traces of latex. And Brian. He thrust his tongue in and out a few times in an effort to get even deeper, then sucked at the swollen bud. Justin laved Brian’s whole crack with his saliva until it was dripping wet and slippery again. He reached for a condom and positioned himself at Brian’s hole.
His hands held Brian’s legs up in the air by the back of his knees and he looked at his lover, giving him the opportunity to say no.
Brian kept looking into Justin’s calm face, seeing nothing but love and adoration there. “I love you.” Brian said simply, relieved and happy that Justin was alive and well.
Justin let his dick slide inside Brian. Gliding easily thanks to the saliva and earlier activities that left Brian sufficiently stretched. The pure sensation of being filled took hold of Brian’s senses, undiluted by any pain that usually accompanied the stretching. It was an indescribable feeling to have Justin inside of him like this. Not only inside his body, but inside his every pore, every thought.
Justin let go of Brian’s legs and the brunet wrapped one lightly around Justin’s body. The blond started a slow pace, moving easily inside the perfect body of his lover. Justin touched his fingertips to Brian’s lips - soft and warm. The brunet kissed the pads of his fingers, drowning in the blue orbs of his partner.
They both felt their climax slowly build up and come closer. Until Justin stopped pulling out at all and instead pushed further in, in, in. The orgasm rolled around slowly and covered them both like a warm blanket.
Brian helped Justin get rid of the condom, then wrapped his arms around the blond and closed his eyes, completely exhausted. The last thing he heard was a quietly whispered “I love you too, Brian” from Justin.
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