BODY WORK-THE SEQUEL-Post 308--NC-17
Author’s notes: The following is the sequel to Body Work. Earlier today, I released Body Work-Prequel to a Sequel which gave you some background of how Justin was actually picked up by the trick in part one. So, the sequel picks up at the end of part one, when Justin and Brian are in the loft after the trick, who you now know was named ‘Steve,’ according to Justin. This has been beta’d by vedaprophet and msjudi. All remaining mistakes are mine because, of course, I added some stuff. Enjoy-Plum
BODY WORK-THE SEQUEL-Post 308
BRIAN’S POV
Justin usually gets what he wants when he’s like this, and tonight won’t be an exception to that rule. I knew it wouldn’t be the moment I watched him walk out of Babylon with that guy…..
”That guy’s name isn’t 'Steve,' Emmett. I know that guy.”
“Well, that’s what he’s been calling him all night. Ask Michael. He heard it, too.”
“Whatever. Fuck this.”
“What’re you going to do, Brian?”
“What does it look like?”
I knew it when I followed him and “Steve” home from Babylon. Wasn’t really surprised when I realized they were heading towards the loft. At least Justin had enough sense not to go home with some guy he didn’t know. Would've been a really short evening.
I knew it when I walked into the loft and saw him lying there with that coy, sweet smile on his face. I knew when I kissed him. I could feel it, the force behind his response to me. Could almost taste it, the insinuation behind it, the need.
Justin may be young. He may have a lot to learn in life, but he can certainly keep up with me. And there are times, unlike tonight, when I’m drunk or a little high, or maybe both, that I’ll admit to myself that his sexual appetite surpasses mine, two maybe three days a week. I just console myself that it’s never on a weekend.
Like tonight…
When he’s higher than shit, and too horny for his own good. But he doesn’t care. And honestly-
neither do I.
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the loft bedroom
“Do you know why I like it when you fuck me like a sandwich, Brian?”
I can’t wait to hear this.
“Because it makes you think of sandwiches?” That’s my final answer. His hands trail off my back and onto his feet.
“No. Because I can see my toes. I really like my toes. I think they’re gorgeous. Don’t you think-"
I’m fucking him and he’s thinking about his toes. This is why drugs are bad.
“Justin, look at me.” He turns his head back to me and smiles one of those beautiful I’m so high you can fuck me all night long if you want too smiles. “I’m in your ass right now. Remember?”
“I know that, Brian. Feels so good.” I smile at him. For some reason, I can’t fuck him fast when he’s like this. Maybe because I know how good it feels. I want it to last for him. His fingers move up and down my chest as I thrust inside him.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory.” Why do I ask? “The Blueberry Boy or whatever that exploded because he just got too big; he was too full. I feel like that, like I’m gonna explode when you’re inside me.” He runs his palm down my stomach as far as he can reach, rubbing my skin softly. He makes my ego explode.
“I followed you home tonight.”
“Huh?”
“I followed you home. I saw you leave Babylon with ‘massage boy,’ and I followed you guys back here.” He wiggles out from under me to look at the end of the bed.
“Wait. Those are your work clothes, not your Babylon clothes. You’re full of shit.”
“I didn’t change. Came home and saw how much of my stash you swiped and went right back out. You’re the lamest thief on the planet.” He looks embarrassed and then immediately tries to hide it. He sucks at that, too.
“You were stalking me…”
“You were taking too big of a risk.”
“You so love me, Brian.”
“You think everyone loves you when you’re riding the ‘E train.’”
“Just because you won’t admit it doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
“And just because you’re high as shit doesn’t mean it is. And why were you calling that guy ‘Steve?’ That’s not his name.” He gives me a look.
“You are so busted. So busted, Brian. I gave him that name because I’m not supposed to know his name. Just like you’re not supposed to be stalking me.”
Fuck.
“I was worried about you, okay? Something could have happened to you. You know better than to leave Babylon with some guy you don’t know, especially when you’re fucked up.”
“You’re my ‘knight in shining Armani,' Brian. That’s my new name for you.”
“Lucky for you.”
“Are you mad at me?” He rolls my nipples between his fingers. I love that.
“I was, but I’m over it.”
“That massage did the trick, huh?”
“Yeah, you could say that.” He gets this very devilish look in his eyes.
“For me, too. I liked you watching me. A lot.”
“You did, huh?”
“Yeah. The look on your face. The way your eyes sort of halfway close when you put your hand in your pants.” His shoulders rise up and meet his ears. “Oh, I love that. It makes me crazy.” His hand has left my stomach and wandered to his cock. I can feel him stroking himself, feel his knuckles moving against my body. Our voices get quieter all of a sudden by some silent agreement between the two of us.
“Tell me when you want to come, Justin.”
“I will. Not yet.” I nod. He kisses me. We don’t stop until the room suddenly gets twice as dark. “Uh oh.”
“Just a candle. It went out.” I can smell the smoke rising out of it. He can, too.
“Mmm, is it vanilla?”
“Fuck if I know. It’s white.” He looks at it like he’s verifying that it is, indeed, white. I kiss the side of his face. His skin is so warm, so smooth.
“I wish you could be in my body right now, Brian.”
“I am in your body right now.”
That makes him moan and lace his arms around my neck and tease my lips with his tongue. I press my forehead to his and remind him what a dangerous, little flirt he is when he’s high.
“You like it when I flirt with you.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t. I’m just saying that you’re a lethal weapon when you’re blitzed.” He shoots to kill.
“I am quite the blond bombshell, aren’t I?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“You could say that.”
“You could even say I’m irresistible.”
“You could.”
“So say it.” I roll my eyes at him. There’s no sense not playing along when he’s like this. It just makes it go on longer. “Say it.”
“You’re irresistible.” He smiles from ear to ear and stretches his arms over his head like a cat.
“I so am.”
“I’m glad we cleared that up.” His hands come back to me. I realize that I missed them.
“Me, too. Am I talking too much?”
“You always talk too much.”
“I can’t help it.” He’s looks so concerned. I don’t know why. I’m certainly not.
“I know you can’t, especially when you’re like this.” His mood is changing. He’s getting sentimental or something. I prefer him when he’s full of himself.
“It’s just that I feel all of these things when we’re fucking. All of these things, you know,…….in my body and in my mind……and I want to tell you because if I don’t tell you right now I might forget them and then I might never tell you and then-“
“Justin-"
“What?”
“I’m gonna fuck you now.”
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JUSTIN’S POV
He wants me. He always has. I can feel it.
I know it.
Being inside me makes him…
Delirious.
I’m so open, so full, so overflowing….
The sounds he makes….the candles he lights…
Just for me.
That flame. Hot. Want to touch it. See if it’s hotter than me. Hotter than this.
If I can reach it-
“Come back here.”
Won’t let me get away.
He wants me.
Wants my fingers in his hair-so smooth, straight, and silky-so pretty.
So pretty, so dark. Like his eyes. Like these sheets. Like this room.
Like him.
Coming down to kiss me.
Kiss me.
Soft. Soft and wet and so, so soft.
More.
His tongue flickers like a candle right inside my mouth.
I wait for it.
Wait for it.
Opening me, my mouth, so easy, so smooth, so gentle.
Sweet,
pink
seduction.
“You’re playing with me tonight.”
Am I?
He’s deep, deep, deep inside me. I can feel it. I can feel him, his body pressing against me.
It’s not enough.
Just the whisper of his name and he pulls me toward him. One hard, rough, possessive move.
Just a whisper and my fingers are wound so tight around the back of his neck that they’re going to snap.
That place inside me, that place he hits, and snap--
All the doors and windows inside me fly open and the air rushes through, all cold and then all warm and salty, and I have to squeeze him so hard so I don’t blow away…
Can’t
hold
on.
Fingers slipping; all wet.
His wet fingers in my hair. Come in my hair. All over me. Waves pounding into me as he does. Over and over.
And over.
While he floods me.
He wants me. He has to have me.
“Christ, Justin, are you okay?”
I’m irresistible.
Don’t.
Don’t.
Don’t make me feel hollow.
Please.
“Justin, I asked you if you were okay.”
“I’m trying not to talk so much.”
“I can think of a few things you can do if you don’t want to talk.”
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BRIAN’S POV
I could say that I’m taking advantage of him when he’s like this, but that’s not true. In reality, it’s the other way around. It’s hard to explain, so we really don’t try. I think we just let it happen.
His slippery body on top of mine. That is irresistible. He’s right. God, he’s so right. His face so close to mine. His eyes dancing with something…
Power?
Anticipation?
Like I care. I just like to watch them. Makes me smile. Makes me want to kiss him really badly.
“No, Brian. Don’t kiss me unless I say you can.”
“See, I was right. You are playing with me tonight.”
“Maybe I am.” Such a fucking tease. I grab the back of his head and kiss him anyway. Hard. “No. Stop it.”
“Hell no, I won’t stop it.” He wrestles with me. I hold his arms over his head and kiss him again. He won’t kiss me back. “Stop being a twat and kiss me.” He tries to squeeze me to death with his slippery thighs. Our lips are pressed together. He won’t say anything. He knows if he does, I’ll stick my tongue right down his throat. He grunts some sound of displeasure. “You give up?” He nods. I let him go. “Now kiss me.”
And he does. And it’s very nice. And I relax back onto the pillows and enjoy the way he tastes and the way he sounds and the way he puts his hands all over my face when he’s kissing me. And the way I can put my hands all over his perfect ass. I like that. I like that a lot.
“Mmm, Brian.”
His ass is still slippery from that massage oil, so are his thighs. They feel warm in my hands, warm and strong. I hold him where I want him. Trap him here and let him dote on me. I know I’m moaning, saying things to him, that he’s saying things to me, but I’m up there, too. Higher than both of us, watching this. Watching what he does to me. Trying to figure out how he does this to me. Why it’s always him, just him, every single time.
“Brian, you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen.” His voice isn’t playful anymore; it’s provocative.
“Thank you.” He scoffs at my insincerity before he settles against me. I can feel his hair against my face, his breath so hot in my ear. I close my eyes.
“When you were watching me tonight, you came so fast. Why’d you come so fast, Brian?”
“I don’t know.” His other hand's sliding down the other side of my neck, his fingers moving down my throat. He lets them lay there while I answer him.
“Brian.”
“Because of the way you were looking at me.” I can feel his lips moving down below my ear. Slowly.
“And how was I looking at you?” I swallow. He kisses my throat.
“Like I was the only person in the room. The only person that can make you feel that way.” One of his hands slides behind my neck as he trails his tongue down it. I try not to shiver
“You were…..you are. Let go of me.” I release him.
Justin can send me to the moon and bring me back again with the sound of his voice, with his fingertips, with the tip of his tongue. He’s comfortable with his body. I’m comfortable with his body. More than comfortable with it. I’d live inside it if I could. But somehow he’s managed to get comfortable with me, which amazes me.
Because I’m not comfortable with myself. Totally.
No one has ever been comfortable with me. Ever. In my life. And I didn’t teach him that. Trust me.
I didn’t know how.
It’s easy to keep men at bay, to keep tricks away from you with your attitude, your mannerisms. And if you do that long enough, you create a reputation. And it self-perpetuates. And you don’t ever have to worry about someone trying to get comfortable with you because no one would dare try.
Justin was ignorant of all those things. And when he did learn of them, he didn’t believe them. By then, he was halfway to comfortable.
Just like he is now.
There’s this thing he does when he settles between my legs that drives me fucking crazy. Sometimes I want to prop myself up on my elbows and just pull him up by the hair and go: 'Who taught you to do that? Who?' But I know he’d just look at me with confused blue eyes and say, 'Nobody, Brian.' And then I’d just look stupid. So I don’t ask. I just lie here and wonder how he knows that planting these little, tiny kisses all the way down my stomach and all around my cock and through my pubes and down to my balls and then back up to my cock again will make me give him all of my money. That I can’t straighten my fingers or decide what to do with my legs. Jesus. That when he starts that same shit on my inner thighs, I start thinking of ways to kill him that aren’t messy or ways to tell him that I’m afraid that I love him and that that’s why I have to kill him.
Sorry.
“Justin, please.”
Because he runs just his lips inside my legs and his face feels so warm, and it makes me want to clamp my legs around his little, blond head and crush it just because it feels so good. But I don’t do that. I just run my fingers through his hair and tell him that I like it and that’s he’s amazing. And then I think about the fact that I have to kill him before he kills me, before I don’t have the strength to do it.
“Open your legs, Brian.”
Oh, Christ.
Why are his small hands so strong? Why, when he pushes on my thighs like this, do I want to give him everything? Want to tell him everything? How vulnerable I feel when he’s going to suck on me, how it makes me come undone, how just the anticipation of it….
“Justin, come here.”
“You okay?”
“Just come here.” He moves up my body, slides his hands behind my head. I spread mine over his oiled back. I look at him for a minute before I kiss him, before he kisses me back, his tongue smoothing over mine.
“To what do I owe this interruption?”
“You know why I came so fast tonight?” He brushes my hair off my forehead and whispers to me.
“Why, Brian?”
“Because you were trying to please me. I was paying that guy to make you feel good and you were trying to make me feel good.”
“Mmm. Let me go back to that, ‘kay?” He kisses me again and begins to tongue his way back down my body.
“Yeah.”
I expect him to stop at my cock, but he doesn’t. He keeps going. Licking my balls so gently that I almost faint, his hands on my thighs again, gentle at first, kissing them, and then harder, pushing them up and out of the way. My balls are closer to his warm mouth. He starts to suck. I start to shake. I hold my legs to make it stop.
The air feels cool on my wet balls and his lips kiss my hands as they clutch my thighs, then descend lower and lower. He covers one of my hands with his as he licks below my balls, lifts them up.
“Oh god.”
“Brian, listen to me.” I can barely hear him over my own breathing. He squeezes my hand on my thigh. I wrap my fingers around his as I tilt my head back and stare at the wall. He licks me in between his words. “I’m gonna fuck you tonight, Brian, but you’ll be ready.” His voice is firm, but sweet. “You’ll be more than ready.”
“Yeah.” I can’t say much more. I don’t need to.
I can feel him breathing outside my asshole, and I almost let go of my legs. I rarely let him rim me in this position. I just can’t, too submissive for me. But tonight, for some reason, I don’t care. It feels good, his breath on me, letting him have the reigns. I want to relax.
“This is beautiful, Brian. Your body is beautiful.” He’s licking me again. Gives me butterflies in my stomach. Not even close to my asshole. Christ. The fine line between teasing me and easing me. Feel his hands on my thighs again, low. “Brian, bring your hands down to where mine are.” Our hands meet. He strokes the back of my hands, leaving my fingers to gently pull me apart. My hands take the place of his. I expose myself.
Only for him.
His tongue pulls at the tight skin around my hole as my eyes rolls back in my head. My whimpering leads to laziness in my hands, and he pushes on them to remind me what my job is. And then his tongue slides inside me, and I remember again.
And again.
“Feel good, Brian?”
“Yes.” He presses on my hands again.
“As far as you can go, Brian. Spread as far as you can go.”
“Ah, oh god, Justin.”
I can feel his tongue everywhere. Outside of me, inside of me, sliding along my crack, teasing the rim, underneath my balls, and then finally fucking me, fucking me like I want. And I pull him in, and he feels it. And he fucks me a little more, and then he stops with a chaste kiss to my soaking wet hole and a surprise inside it before I can even move my hands.
His hand. Cold and wet.
I can’t move.
And he’s watching me, like I watched him tonight. He’s watching his fingers move in and out of my ass. I drop my legs. He comes up and lies beside me, kissing me softly.
“Open up for me, Brian.” I smile.
“I think I have a major cramp in my legs.” He laughs.
“You’re out of practice. You haven’t done that in a long time.” That makes me really hard for some reason. I reach down and finger his cock. He’s so hard.
“You like this, Justin. Makes you feel good.” He smiles at me.
“So do you. Your ass is so ready, I could fuck you right now.” He slides another finger inside me. I feel the burn, the tight stretch.
“I felt that. Seriously.”
“Don’t worry. I’m gonna suck you for awhile. You’ll be ready.”
I brag a lot, about the tricks I fuck, about what I do to them, about what I let them do to me. I’m always amazed that some of those times when I thought I was having mind-blowing sex, it was so fucking boring. Truth is, most of the time when I fuck a trick, I do it to pass the time. How it feels is pretty much irrelevant to me. Most of the time, I’m making a list in my head of shit I have to do the next day. I’m multi-tasking. Like the time I let this one guy rim me for forty-five minutes. By the time he was done, I’d figured out pitches for three ad campaigns that had been stalled on my desk for two weeks. I should’ve paid him.
With Justin, on the other hand, I can’t think about anything. Anything. Shit, I can’t even recite the goddamned alphabet when he’s blowing me.
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, ……….fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
“How’d you feel, Brian?”
“What comes after ‘I’?”
“That good, huh?” I can feel him moving his fingers inside my ass as he takes me. "'J’ for Justin.”
’J’ for Justin. Right.
‘J’ for Justin who has my cock in his mouth and lets out these little moans while he’s sucking me, who pulls me to him and pushes me back and forth along his soft tongue and knows exactly what to touch inside me to get me to pour every drop of myself down his pretty little throat.
Usually. But not tonight.
“Justin, I want to come. I need to come.”
“I want you to come when I fuck you.” Christ.
“Please, in your mouth. I want to come in your mouth.” Listen to me. Begging. He gets bossy. I get desperate. This is so fucked up.
“Why? Why do you want to come in my mouth?” He’s playing with me so hard tonight. I should stop this.
I should really stop this.
God, I don’t want to stop this.
“I just do, okay?” He’s opening the condom. Jesus. “Because I like it.”
“Tell me why you like it.” I’m taking the lube away from him. This is the high side of Justin I don’t like. The gutsy, ballsy side. Drives me crazy.
“Because it feels really good…”
“And?”
“And it makes me feel in control. Okay? Are you happy?” He looks up at me with this satisfied grin on his face and takes my cock in his hand.
“Very. Took a lot for you to admit that. Know why I like it when you come in my mouth?”
“Why?” He gives me that devilish grin for the second time tonight.
“Same reason. I like you in control-about ninety-eight percent of the time. So, you can come in my mouth tonight and then you can come when I fuck you-" I lick my lips. I have no idea why. “On one condition.”
“What?” He crooks his finger and motions for me to come down so he can whisper what he wants in my ear. So I do.
Whoa.
Um, I need to think about that.
“Well?”
“I’m thinking.”
“Don’t over think it, Brian. Fair is fair. You watched me. I wanna watch you.”
“Fine. Now suck me off.” I can’t believe I just agreed to that.
“With pleasure.”
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JUSTIN’S POV
When my tongue flicks past the head of his cock but won’t really touch it, when he can feel me breathing on him, when he starts saying my name like it’s a swear word, then I might give him what he wants.
Maybe.
Or I might slide my hand between his legs and just let it rest there and make him beg me for that, too.
“You little sadist.”
“Did you say something?”
“Stop playing with me.”
The other candle just went out.
Smoke. Darkness.
Waiting.
I can feel him, his leg reaching over me and trapping me against him. I can hear him, his moans as I slide my fingers back in his ass. I can see him, sort of, his hips coming toward me in the darkness. I close my eyes when I feel his hand in my hair, his other one on the side of my face, sliding down past my chin, leaving me for his cock. I miss it.
And then his hand on his cock, his index finger extended, stroking my face again, “C’mon. Let me in.”
I do. Slow. Tight. The way he likes. Better than a fuck, than fucking me. I know what he wants. I’ve been trained. He strokes the side of my face as he fucks it.
“No one does this like you do, Justin.”
It’s true. And I love it. Especially in the dark with my eyes closed when all I can smell is him, the way he smells at night in the dark when it’s warm and heavy and needy and he wants me. Just like this. When I can just feel the thickness of him pushing into me, taste him as he leaks onto my tongue, suck him on the outstroke and charm every last drop out of him just so I can taste it again, so I can listen to his staggered breath.
“Just like that, Justin. Just….like….that.”
Brian forgets when I suck him. He forgets who he is, who he isn’t, who loves him, who doesn’t. It’s one of the few times he lets go. So I let him…let go. That’s why he begs for it. Because he wants that escape. Because he wants me to give it to him. He’s begging me now.
With his body.
And he’ll get louder in a minute. Rough.
And the rougher he gets the more I just…..relax. And let him…..go.
Just go.
Just let him drown me, his warm, sweaty hips driving into my face.
“Jesus, Justin. Oh god. Ah, god. God.”
Just hold him and let him enjoy the ride, every bit of it. Just listen to him sigh as the pleasure winds into collapse, as the collapse leads him to me. And when I roll him back over, sliding my hand up the side of his body, and rim him again, he’s quiet, lubed with his own come, from my tongue to his relaxing hole. His breathing's heavy, and I can feel his hand reaching down to hold mine, and he squeezes it. I would think he was falling asleep, his body so relaxed, his breathing so deep, but he’s not. He’s enjoying this, feeling open, feeling safe, feeling loved. He tugs on my hand when he wants me, and I move up his body and lie on top of him. His eyes are closed.
“You’re amazingly fucking good at that, you know?” I kiss him.
“I have a degree from the Brian Kinney University.”
“I think you had a tutor.”
“Oh, I definitely had a tutor. You’re stalling.”
“I know. Gimme a minute. I’m kinda out of it.”
“Whenever you’re ready.” I roll off of him, and he takes me in his arms and kisses me, and I melt into the pillows. I wait until we come up for air before I ask him. “Will you do me a favor?”
“What?”
“Will you re-light that candle?” I point to the one closest to us. The one on my nightstand.
“Yeah. You’re obsessed with these fucking candles.”
“The better to see you with, my dear.” He reaches across me and lights it with his lighter.
“Cool it, Goldilocks.”
Now, I have him where I want him.
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BRIAN’S POV
“I want some of that, Brian.” He means this joint I’m smoking before we do this.
“One hit. That’s it. You don’t need to be mixing this shit.” He draws it in, holds it, and then blows it out, a satisfied look on his face.
“This reminds me of our first night together, you sitting on me like this.” I swear his eyes are twinkling.
“Only your dick wasn’t up my ass that night.” I toss him the cock ring I dug out of his nightstand drawer. Thank god there was pot in that drawer, too. “Put this on me.” It’s taking everything in his power not to push up into me right now. He keeps biting his lip.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, it’ll slow me down a little. You were right. I’m gonna come in five seconds once I move.” I lean forward a little by accident. Big mistake. Fuck. “Or god forbid, you do.”
“I’m being perfectly still, just like you asked me to.” He begins fastening the leather cock ring around my dick, and I start praying for him to hurry up. This is too much stimulation any way you slice it. I hand him the roach.
“Get rid of this for me.” He puts it in the ashtray on his nightstand, his hands resting on my thighs when he’s done, rubbing them slowly. I cover his hands with mine and tell him I don’t know how he rides me and makes it look so easy. He laughs.
“It’s easy. Just takes practice. C’mon. You have no idea how good this feels to me.”
“Um, yes I do.”
“C’mon, Brian. I can’t wait any longer.”
I can feel him bending his knees behind me. I can feel this starting. Somehow he just knows that it’s going to have to be him who gets this going.
“Lift up for me a little.”
So I do, and then this is starting, him fucking me, Christ, really slowly, like I’m fine china or something, and I know that I’m squeezing the shit out of him with my thighs trying to control this, and the look on his face as his eyes close, and he starts running a hand through his hair that I wish I could reach right now, but I can’t move, and then he starts saying my name-
”Brian, god.”
And I feel his fingers trailing down my stomach. Feel them, don’t see them, because I can’t stop looking at his face, and then I feel them moving up to my chest, and he opens his eyes for a second and looks at me, and I want to tell him that this feels good, but good isn’t the right word, but then he’s talking to me again,
“Brian, you’re so beautiful like this, so long, so lean. God, look at you. Sometimes I just can’t get over how fucking gorgeous you are. You’re in charge of this. This is yours. Take it.”
And his eyes close again, and his blond head sinks into the dark pillow, and I can feel myself moving all of a sudden. I can feel him inside me, that slow burn every time I take him, that burn followed by that fucking incredible smile on his face. And I feel his hands wrapped high around my inner thighs, squeezing them as I find the right rhythm, as I take this from him, a little faster and a little deeper each time.
“Oh god, Brian, oh god.”
And he stops moving altogether finally and lets me do this, and I can feel myself leaning forward, leaning toward him, my hands moving up his chest, because this is fucking amazing, and I want to be all over him, and he can feel it.
He knows it.
He knows all about this.
This. This is overwhelming. Goddamn, I want to kiss him.
And he’ll come when I make him come and now, just like always, I want him to come. Just like this, with me on top of him, with him pinned underneath me. I want him to come hard.
And the sounds that come out of me when I sit on him hard and fast like this all of a sudden surprise even me, and his eyes pop open, and his fingers start moving really fast, and I moan in frustration when he holds me still for a few seconds so he can unsnap the cock ring before I even ask him to.
His fingers on me when he’s inside me are making me see colors in my head that I didn’t even think existed.
“Mmm, Justin.”
“I’m gonna come, Brian.” He starts stroking me. “Pull all the way out and then finish this.”
I ache for him, so empty, the minute I pull up and off of him, and he knows it. And he holds me there for a second and lets me feel that. Lets me miss it.
And then he takes control, pushing up hard as I come back down, his strong hands on my hips giving me nowhere to go.
“Fuck, Justin.”
And I’m falling forward and coming all over him, and I can feel him coming inside me, still moving, still pushing, and then slowing down as he finishes emptying into me. He’s kissing the side of my face, and I seem to be eating his hair as it fans out on his pillow.
“Thank you, Brian. Oh god. Thank you.”
I swear to god my ass has never felt so good.
“I love your cock, Sunshine.”
“It loves your ass.”
“Apparently.”
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“Brian?”
“Yes, Justin?”
“Next time we do this, I wanna fuck you like a sandwich.”
This is why drugs are bad.
“Let me be clear about this Justin. The ‘next time’ you’re referring to will not be tonight.”
“I know that. I was thinking it should be after you get your next massage because then you’ll be really relaxed and everything-"
“Having a massage does not make one instantly flexible.” And there will be no more massages. Thank you very much.
“Well, that’s true. Maybe we should take a yoga class together.”
“Maybe you should stay out of my stash.”
“I knew you were mad at me about that.” Oh, here we go.
“I’m not mad at you. I’m trying to change the subject. Please go to sleep.”
“Okay, but, Brian-"
“Justin, please. No more talking. Let’s just go to sleep.”
“But, Bri-"
“Justin, Jesus, can’t you just be qu-"
“It’s just that my dick’s still up your ass.”
“Oh yeah, right.” That.
Fuck me. I'd totally forgotten.
Somehow he gets high, picks up a hot guy, gets an erotic massage on my dime, gets his brains fucked out, and falls asleep with a smile on his face.
And I get fucked up the ass.
How did that happen again?
The end.