BLIND RAGE (3/3)
Title : Blind Rage (3/3)
Authors : May and Stace (crazy4qaf and my_alexander)
Summary : Ethan can't take no for an answer. During which Brian and Justin's non-relationship takes a turning point.
Timeline : Ep 220. Things took a different turn this time around.
Rating : R/NC-17
A/N : *sighs* Ok, I wanted to offer my sincerest thanks from both of us for all the great feedback you guys left. You made us very, very happy. Just keep doing that, ok? ;) This is what we call a sexual healing. *lol*
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Part 2
CHAPTER THREE
This love is a strange love, strange love
I'm gonna fall again love
One month later; Diner, 9 PM
Amazed, Brian watches Justin’s hand work on the once blank paper. The boy still can‘t see, but it`s almost as if his fingers know exactly what they're doing. Unseeing blue eyes stare at the paper, the tips of his fingers gently smudging the lines, which are materializing slowly. If Brian is honest enough, he enjoys watching Justin draw. If he watches him long enough, he can almost feel every line, every curve, and every damn color on his own burning skin. The only problem is, that things aren’t so fucking sunshiny between them lately. Justin’s health situation didn’t get miraculously better, and both the frustration and the anxiety is killing them softly. So softly, that Brian is seriously worried for Justin’s and his own state of mind.
Of course, there is not really much, that Brian can do, but he does know one thing. Both of them need a good fuck so badly, or they will kill each other before the morning. Especially, since this calming moment is the first one in two weeks. God! Justin might be blind, but he throws things at Brian as if he was equipped with his own freaking radar! The latest screaming matches could win them the damn Olympic medals. Well, if there was such a discipline at the Olympics.
So, after taking all that into consideration, Brian started to make a plan. Few days ago, he bought everything that he would need. Ok, everything he didn’t already have at home, because the toy chest was always their favorite stop. And tonight, come hell or high water, he, Brian fucking Kinney will fuck the hell out of Justin Sunshine Taylor.
Even if that’s the last thing he does.
The blonde can feel it. The heat of a stare baring down on him, that weighs a ton. It actually makes him stop what he's doing and look up at Brian, despite not being able to see him.
“Whatever it is, spill it, Kinney.” mutters Justin.
He slides the paper away from himself and drums his fingers lightly on the surface of the table.
“Not hungry,” comes his response, when Deb waltzed over to take their orders.
In fact, he resembles a rather petulant child, that wasn’t getting his way. Then without so much as a go to hell or goodbye, he slides from the booth and blindly makes his way to the front door like an old pro. Only reason he doesn’t slam the door open on anyone is, because they were already getting the hell out of his way. A disgruntled blonde was one thing to deal with, but when its Justin, who was with Brian…well, nothing else really needs to be said. The drawing pencil in his hand sails through the air, skittering across the sidewalk and finally rolling to a stop. Above all his problems, hes fucking horny as hell and its driving him insane.
Brian sighs and rolls his eyes, pushing his own way out of the booth. He throws a $20 on the table and grabs Justin`s jacket off the back of the booth in silence.
"Brian, tell Sunshine we love him!", follows him out the door, while he speeds up his step.
"Hey, Justin... Fucking WAIT!!!", frustrated, he yells after the blond, hurrying after the small ticking bomb.
Justin stops and silently waits, until Brian has caught with him and without a word, they walk toward the car.
"Listen, you wanna grab a drink at Babylon? Perhaps dance a little? It might help you to relax.“ Brian whispers into Justin`s hair, nuzzling the locks lightly, his arms pulling the small body closer.
A few moments are spent weighing their possibilities, and finally, Justin nods, his body a nervous mess. It isn`t nothing really extreme. Its simply the set of Justin`s shoulders, the way he squeezes Brian`s hand just a little too tightly. But Brian understands it all, so he just kisses Justin`s warm temple and pushes him toward the jeep.
"Everything will be all right. You`ll see." He whispers into Justin`s shoulder. At first, he isn’t sure the message is received. But then, slowly, Justin's shoulders begin to relax, until he is nothing but a relaxed mass of flesh and bones in the front seat of Brian`s jeep.
Justin sits there in silence for most of the drive. True, hes more relaxed than he had been back at the diner. But, other parts of him, well a certain part of him have a mind of its own. He's horny and its killing him. His head lolls against the seat, turning so he's facing Brian. Blindly, he reaches out and finds Brian’s hand and with no hesitation or even any shyness, he manages to pull his lovers hand, until its resting on his upper thigh. And ever so slowly slides it further up until Brian can feel exactly whats wrong with the blonde.
“I want you to fuck me into the mattress,” moans Justin, lips full and lush parting with the slightest hint of desire.
“Brian…..”
A pink velvet tongue darts forth to lick across those luscious lips, the sheen of moisture adding to their plumpness. He pushes Brian’s hand harder against his crotch and grinds his hips in an upward motion, as he pushes his lovers hand downwards.
“Fuck me.”
The sound of his words holds the same tone of seductive heat, that makes Brian reminiscence of one specific night. The night he had thought to teach Justin a lesson about the danger of going home with strangers by pretending to choke the blonde. But, he’d only managed to make the teen hornier than he’d already been.
Brian glances quickly at Justin and all is clear. He steps on the gas and actually starts to pray for some divine help. By the time they are parked in front of the building, Brian already pushes the three red lights and an almost victim of his Nascar worthy drive home. A homeless guy, whose only mistake was, that he found himself in the direct line of his black jeep. The weird thing is, that the way Justins looking at him, eye fucking him during the entire ride...It was driving him fucking crazy! He could see himself manhandling Justin out of the freaking car and nailing him to the wall, right inside of the elevator. He could almost feel it.
His cock buried so deep inside of Justin`s ass...His fingers leaving deep imprints on slim, pale hips, as he drove himself deeper and deeper with the desperation, that only Justin has been able to provoke.
In a blink of an eye, he's out of the car, slam of the door ringing into the night. He hurries to Justin`s side. The blond is already pushing out of the vehicle, a devilish grin on his beautiful features only causing Brian`s jeans to grow even more uncomfortable around the crotch area.
"Hurry up, Sunshine..." He whispers and pulls Justin inside the building and into the elevator. Before the elevator even starts, Brian`s hand is sliding inside of Justin`s pants, his warm palm already found its rhythm around the thick shaft, burning the soft, velvety skin of Sunshine`s cock.
“Oh God…Brian…”
Full lips part beneath the weight of his moans and gasping for air. Brians hand wraps around his cock, sending ripples of heat slamming through his entire body. His head falls forward against his lovers chest. One hand clutches the front of Brian’s shirt, while the other dips lower to unbutton and unzip the brunettes jeans. His own slender fingers slide just inside the band of his lovers pants, tips brushing across the hard cock. The only thing stopping him is the sudden jolting stop of the elevator, signaling they had almost reached their destination. Blindly, hes being led, stumbling towards the front door. Too many damn seconds pass by, before he is jerked inside and then roughly shoved against the loft door after its slid shut.
“Fuck me hard.” He growls out between clenched teeth, just before those plush lips are assaulted by Brian’s brutal and heated kiss. One hand threads through Brian’s dark hair and the other drifts back to its earlier destination, down the front of Brian’s jeans to full wrap his fingers around his lovers hard cock, the pre-cum helping the sensual slide along.
In the complete darkness of the loft, the scorching hands are the only thing that makes him feel alive, makes him feel whole. The small caresses, that Justin bestows upon his overheated skin, has him closing his eyes in sweet agony.
"Fuck, Sunshine...", he mumbles into the dark, the fireworks already going off behind his eyelids. Their lips fused together, tongues leading, by now, a familiar battle. And although both of them know who will end up on top, Brian loves every second of it.
Blindly, he pulls Justin to the beam in the center of the loft. It`s something that happens without any conscious decision on his part, but somehow, and he`s sure of it, their bodies know exactly what needs to be done. Not so long ago, Brian was fucking his Sunshine against this very beam for all the wrong reasons. Not anymore, he decides. Tonight, Justin will grab onto that beam for all the right reasons, while Brian slides inside him.
The air around them is hot and wet, their skin already covered with sweat, when Brian pulls Justin`s jeans down in one swift move. And Brian realizes now, that Justin is all that he thinks about. All he wants. Right here. Right now. He`s not really sure how he feels about that realization, but it`s the fucking fact of life and fucking is what Brian does. Justin whimpers against his neck, and Brian doesn`t think anymore. Because Justin is here and he`s now, and as he slides inside of Justin`s ass, latex and lube already applied, all his decisions fly out the window and his mind goes completely blank.
Justin clutches onto the beam like his life depends on it. His anal walls stretching, as Brian fills him completely. His lips part and loud groans of pleasure rumble up inside of him, tumbling out into the stillness of the apartment. He can feel teeth and hands marking his skin, drawing him to that peak of bliss, of which he doesn`t want to return from. Moments pass and all that’s heard is the sound of their heavy breathing. Hands clutching his hips, no doubt to leave bruises for tomorrow, that he’ll never see. He forces himself from those thoughts, as he grinds out between clenched teeth
“Harder”, and Brian answers by ramming into that tight ass of his, forcing him fully against the beam. The cold steel meets his heated skin, creating a shiver of anticipation of what’s to come. Their bodies like one, driving to a higher point of being, completeness and an utter sense of perfect, that Justin will never speak out loud. He refuses to open his eyes only to see the darkness. Instead, he focuses on the feel and the sensation of their bodies joined, drawing from memory the color of Brian’s skin, as a heated flush envelopes him. Its there, as the ebb and flow starts to finally subside and Brian’s hand gives one last stroke to his cock. Suddenly, that lightning zigzags behind his eye lids, his come staining the steel in front of him. Hips rocking against his own, as Brian seconds later finds his climax and groans heavily into Justin’s shoulder. Justin takes that moment to open his eyes, knowing he would be welcoming in the darkness, but his whole body freezes. Hes as tense as the metal in front of him.
“Oh fuck!” he exclaims all of a sudden.
Brian pulls out of Justin, just in time for the dumbfounded blonde to turn around and stare up at him. Hands reach out to craddle Brian’s face within their warmth. Something he’d done so many times before losing his sight, but hadn’t after losing it.
“I can see you….”
When Justin`s words penetrate the fog around his mind, Brian stops breathing. It seems like an eternity, but it`s really just a moment. He knows what that means and he would jump from joy right now, but that`s not him. Brian Kinney doesn`t jump for joy. Instead, he just pulls Justin closer, kisses his soft lips and holds him tight. No more words are spoken that night, because words can`t really describe what he feels, or what he knows. Words will never be able to describe who Justin is. But that`s ok. There are a hundred other ways to get the point across, and Brian plans to use them all on Justin. And one day, he hopes, Justin will just...know.
THE END