Fic: QAF "Toys for Boys" (2/3)
Title: “Toys for Boys” (2/3)
Rating: R
Summary: You would be amazed by what technology can do these days! Brian/Justin from Brian's point of view.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to CowLip and Showtime. Damn them.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author’s Note: Because happier_bunny demanded porn. References things that happened in 105, but it is set in early season four.
Earlier installments: Part One
Title: “Toys for Boys” (2/3)
Rating: R
Summary: You would be amazed by what technology can do these days! Brian/Justin from Brian's point of view.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to CowLip and Showtime. Damn them.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author’s Note: Because happier_bunny demanded porn. References things that happened in 105, but it’s set in early season four.
Earlier installments: Part One
Part Two: The Second Most Famous Shower Scene After Psycho
The hotel room was quiet except for the sound of Brian, breathing unevenly. A few faint rays of sunlight were beginning to peek through the curtains, but Brian’s eyes were firmly shut, lost in dreams. He could see Justin beneath him, ready, waiting for him to lower his weight onto the young blond’s back. Brian squirmed against the bedding, rubbing himself against the sheets, trying to find the opening that would let him get inside, let him slide into Justin and that slick slippery hole, give him what he….
BREEP BREEP BREEP BREEP BREEP BREEP BREEP BRE-
His hand came down heavily on the alarm clock, cutting off the noise, and Brian slowly shook his head from side to side, beginning his day.
In fucking Akron.
Half-asleep, Brian rolled to the side of the bed, then he remembered Justin’s parting shot from the previous night. ”Read your email before you take a shower tomorrow morning.”
With one eye still shut, he lifted the other blearily towards his laptop, parked on the nightstand. He hit the power button and reluctantly opened his other eye, rubbing his hand across his face while he waited for the machine to connect to the hotel’s wireless service.
“Morning piss is not the same as a shower,” he said to no one as he walked toward the bathroom and found the toilet. Through the wall Brian could hear water running in an adjoining room’s shower.
When he went back in the bedroom, the internet connection was up and running. He checked his email account and found
02:23EST New Mail from JTPaints@gmail.com
Subject: Your morning routine
Before you get in the shower, do two things.
1) Call me.
2) Click on this URL:
http:// ccast.broadband.net/tremontlofts/601/video/
You’ll need a password to get in: guava juice
J.
Brian had already punched the speed dial for Justin’s cellphone when he realized that calling his lover at 6:55 in the morning might not be the best idea, even if he requested it. But Justin didn’t seem pissed off when he answered.
“Hey.”
“Hey. What’s this URL for?” Brian was already cutting and pasting it into his browser, more than a little suspicious about the tremontlofts/601 part of the address.
“Part of your morning routine, like the email says.” Justin’s reply sounded a bit smug, and Brian’s forehead crinkled in distaste, hating to be predictable about anything. Hating it even more that Justin knew his habits so well.
The browser connected to the website, he gave the password at the prompt, and Brian found himself staring at something he saw every morning, alright.
The shower stall in his loft.
“What the fuck, Justin? How did you get this up on a webpage?” Brian was definitely awake now. He could hear Justin moving in the background, probably crawling out of bed. A little more loudly, “I said, whatthefuck’s going on?”
At that moment, Justin appeared on his laptop, walking in front of the shower stall. He was holding his cellphone in one hand, and he stopped directly before the camera. Brian could see the hair stuck up at the back of Justin’s head from where he must have slept on it funny, and the camera even showed enough detail that Brian saw how the sheets had left a crease across Justin’s stomach, probably from lying across them all night.
Brian enlarged the image to fill his laptop screen right about the same time Justin waved. “I put a webcam on top of Darryl’s tripod. Streaming video, the kind you only get to view once. Can you see me okay?”
“Yeah. I can see you." Beautiful little fucker. Brian found himself wishing that Macintosh made a laptop with something bigger than a 17-inch screen. Quickly, he opened another browser window, linked to the KeepVid.com website, and switched over to watch the streaming video of Justin in the bathroom via the KeepVid browser window. I’ve got a good idea what comes next. Let’s see if I’m right.
Justin’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “I couldn’t come with you this trip, so I thought I would try to make things as normal as possible for the start of your day. You know, how we start pretty much every day.” Justin’s smile positively radiated happiness, though Brian caught a hint of mischief in those blue eyes. Even so, seeing Justin like this made Brian smile, then he realized: Justin couldn’t see him. He’d have to keep talking for Justin to know what he was thinking.
“Every day normal, huh. How?”
“By taking a shower.” When Justin smirked towards the camera, Brian’s dick twitched in response.
Fuck. The kid really knew how to get him hard in a hurry. Without even thinking, Brian switched the phone from his right hand to his left. His right hand was reaching down to wrap around his cock when he remembered that Justin still couldn’t see him.
“Uh, Justin. You’re not taking the phone into the shower, so how will you hear me?” On his laptop, he could see Justin opening the shower door, starting the stream of water.
Justin walked back to the camera, close enough that Brian swore he could smell Justin’s scent. “I won’t be able to hear you. I’m leaving the phone here on the counter. But you’ll be able to see and hear me. That’s good enough.” He added, “Just do one thing for me, okay, Brian? Don’t finish jerking off until you get in your own shower.” With that, Justin gave him a lewd wink, put the phone down, and stepped into the shower, leaving the door wide open so Brian could have an unobstructed view.
Steam wasn’t yet rising from the hot water, but Brian could tell it was warm from the color of Justin’s skin; where the jets of water hit his forehead, chin and shoulders, the skin began to turn pink and glow. Brian swallowed, watching the water roll down Justin’s chest, the drops caressing his skin. He seemed to feel the wetness on his own fingertips as Justin ran a hand through his hair, slick blond stubble running between his fingers. The droplets should have hit him in the face as Justin shook his head, left-right-left, sending water flying before he smoothed it off of his face one more time. Punching 'speakerphone,' Brian let the cellphone drop from his hand to the bed. He needed to hold something else more.
While the fingers on Brian’s right hand curled around his own erection, those of his left hand began grazing over his chest, the sensitive places on his neck, all while he went on looking at Justin standing under the water. Brian had already started the up-down motion that would bring him off, though he tried not to go fast, wondering if he could honor Justin’s request to stop short of coming while he watched. He continued stroking, eyes fixed on Justin and the shower.
The slender blond turned so his body faced the camera, and through the streaming water, Brian could make out a smile on his face. He smiled in return, automatically, as Justin’s hand reached down to cup his own half-hard erection. Simply watching Justin do this triggered memory after memory of mornings spent in the shower, Justin’s head resting backwards on Brian’s shoulder, Brian’s long fingers wrapped around that same cock.
Though his fingers slipped up and down his own cock, in his mind, Brian was stroking Justin’s, loving the wiry hair that surrounded it, his thumb reaching around to grip the shaft firmly while his other fingers dragged velvet-soft skin up and back over hardening strength. Brian let out an uneven sigh as Justin’s fingertips got the same reaction, the dick lengthening and curving upright in that smaller hand, the wet hand of his lover.
Brian’s breathing grew ragged as he saw Justin pull the cock up against his stomach, lowering his left hand so that it would cup his balls, catching water in the palm of his hand and rubbing that against the warm full sac. In silent imitation, Brian did the same, pressing his cock into his groin so that he could roll the balls, feel their swollen heaviness against his fingers. He groaned, the pleasure of touching himself magnified a thousand times by watching Justin do the same thing to his own body, right there in front of him yet painfully out of reach.
Justin’s head tilted back, his hands still working cock and balls, and through the phone, Brian heard him give a throaty growl, followed by a needy “Briiiiiiaaannnnn….”
Though it was distant and far-off sounding, Brian knew that tone of voice. If he’d been in the shower when Justin called him like that, he’d have reached over Justin’s shoulder and silenced him with a tongue-filled kiss, the kind to make Justin’s head swim so that he’d have to lean back even more, using Brian’s body just to stay upright. Brian had to settle for licking his own lips, watching the screen, and giving his balls a gentle squeeze as he went on stroking himself.
The water continued to run off of Justin’s body in rivulets, the spray bouncing off of his collarbone and throat. That wet throat where Brian remembered nipping skin between his teeth before he sucked in the flesh for a searing kiss, marking Justin with a loving bruise so that when he saw it in a mirror later that day, he would remember who made him come hard against the shower wall.
Justin’s eyes were still closed, his head thrown back in obvious pleasure as he stroked the thick ruddy flesh riding up against his stomach. Each movement with his hand, Brian followed with his own, as if he could touch Justin by mere imitation. Justin’s head began rocking from side to side as his fingers moved faster, those delicate artist’s fingers that were not so delicate now, their wet strength moving up and down, up and down. And again, that cry, the one he knew so well. “Briiiiiaaannnnnnnnnn….”
He couldn’t help it. His mouth might have gone dry watching the Justin Taylor Video Porn Pack: Shower Time, but Brian answered, even though he knew no one would hear him.
“Justin.”
“Justin, you feel so gooddd….”
Justin’s left hand trailed up through streaming water to a nipple already taut with desire, and Brian watched a thumb and forefinger grip the nub and twist, rubbing the tip back and forth, pulling, then relenting. Silently, Brian did the same, his right hand slowly jacking off his cock, his left gripping a flattened bud and bringing it erect, until it could stand firmly against the palm of his hand. Only then did his hand follow Justin’s back to his balls, eagerly repeating his every move like some perverted form of ‘Simon Says.’
Through a growing haze of steam, Brian could see Justin’s hand moving faster, a thumb rubbing over the full cockhead, teasing the slit with steady pressure while fingers jerked off faster, much faster now. Brian began panting, and barely remembered that he wasn’t supposed to come from doing the same. Don’t finish jerking off until you get in your own shower. At this moment, nothing seemed harder to do in the entire world.
“Brriiiiiaannnnnnnn…please, Brriiaannnnnnn, I wanna come. I wanna come so baaaaad.” The pleas were fainter this time, Justin becoming lost in his own need, forgetting how far away his phone was from the shower. Brian almost didn’t need to hear the words, though; he recognized the expression on Justin’s face. It was one he knew well, one he saw when he tormented Justin, forcing him to the edge of climax and then dragging him back, again and again, until Justin couldn’t withstand the pressure any longer.
Sort of the way Brian felt right now: desperate to come, commanded to wait. Christ, Justin, you’re gonna kill me like this!!
His fingers wanted to move faster, but he forced them not to. They repeated the same motion over and over, holding him pinned against the bed. The blood had drained from all over his body, racing to the aching balls that dangled low, the thick red cock arched and stretched skintight within his hand. Even with the slow rhythm he’d used, he was barely in control-Brian’s nerves began to tingle, the shooting flares that jutted out from his groin a herald of what he knew would come only moments from now, if he let it.
Lying on his bed, Brian watched as Justin’s hand worked faster, the optimum pressure applied to all the sensitive places, that delicious body curved and pulled tight, ready to explode. Seeing it, Brian thought this man-boy was the wet dream to end all wet dreams, standing in his shower, naked and hard as steel, calling for him, when suddenly-
“NNNNnnnnnngghh!!"
-spurts of white come hit the open shower door and the floor beyond. He saw the flush spread across Justin’s cheeks, the easier rise and fall of his chest as his breaths began to even out, but Brian felt none of the relief himself.
The very sound of Justin coming called to Brian, made him hungry to finish, to join Justin in one ultimate release. He was close, so damned close, his toes curled hard and pulled up against the balls of his feet trying to contain the explosion that was near, imminent. His fingers had already stopped stroking, but it wasn’t enough-seeing and hearing Justin come like that was too much, and Brian knew he’d come in the next five seconds if he didn’t do something quick!
Brutally, Brian clamped his thumb and forefinger together, gripping the base of his cock so tightly that it made him groan-but it stopped the orgasm that was riding at the edge of his consciousness, so fucking close he could feel it growling and snarling inside, a ravening wolf that would devour everything in sight if it was unchained. His eyes snapped closed, shut tight as if he could block out the feelings if he didn’t see anything. Right. Like that'll work. He tried to take calm breaths, but nothing really helped.
From the phone on the bed, he heard Justin calling him. “Brian? Brian, you there?”
With a shaking hand, he reached down blindly, found the phone purely by touch, brought it up to his ear. The word came out harshly. “Yeah?”
“So. Are you ready to go slay the Telson guys? Think you’re up to it?”
Unsteadily, he panted out, “I’m…up to it.”
Only then did Brian open his eyes, and saw Justin smirking again, standing in front of the camera, naked, dripping water all over the floor. That goddamned twink caught the tone of Brian's response, knew exactly how wound up Brian was, and he couldn't resist turning up the heat a little more. “You ready to screw 'em to the wall? Show ‘em who’s boss?”
As the bloodrush receded a bit, Brian loosened the vise-grip hold he had on his cock. His face revealed he was close, but no longer desperate, and some of the control came back into his voice. Whatever anger or desperation he felt from choking off his climax got redirected into short, choppy words.
“I’m ready. They’re gonna fucking beg for Kinnetik to take their damned account by the time I’m done.” The ache in his balls still demanded attention, but at least he wasn’t about to come in the next five seconds, or even ten.
Justin grinned when he heard Brian’s answer. He replied, “Okay, well, I’ll see you when you get back. Five p.m. arrival, right?”
“Right.” Brian’s voice was finally level again, though he really wanted that damned shower. Now!
“Alright. Well, go take your shower, and now you’ll have something nice to think about while you finish jacking off.” Justin was looking pretty pleased with himself, and Brian couldn’t help smiling at the kid’s confidence. He knew exactly how to wind Brian up, and he enjoyed doing it. So did Brian.
“Justin, I’m gonna go spatter the walls in the bathroom now, following your instructions, okay? One thing, though.”
“What, Brian?” Justin’s smile was, if anything, even bigger now.
“When I get back tonight, remind me to show you how to replay streaming videos. I’ve got a feeling you’ll want to watch this one. It's fuckin' hot.” Justin’s eyes grew bigger, a little shocked, while Brian laughed, snapped the cellphone shut, and headed for the bathroom and a well-deserved, long overdue shower.
Part Three
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Author’s Note: KeepVid.com is in beta currently, but it has the ability to capture streaming video content and turn it into a stable file that can be saved, stored, or transferred like any other data file. Brian would never lie about that!
Rating: R
Summary: You would be amazed by what technology can do these days! Brian/Justin from Brian's point of view.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to CowLip and Showtime. Damn them.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author’s Note: Because happier_bunny demanded porn. References things that happened in 105, but it is set in early season four.
Earlier installments: Part One
Title: “Toys for Boys” (2/3)
Rating: R
Summary: You would be amazed by what technology can do these days! Brian/Justin from Brian's point of view.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to CowLip and Showtime. Damn them.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author’s Note: Because happier_bunny demanded porn. References things that happened in 105, but it’s set in early season four.
Earlier installments: Part One
Part Two: The Second Most Famous Shower Scene After Psycho
The hotel room was quiet except for the sound of Brian, breathing unevenly. A few faint rays of sunlight were beginning to peek through the curtains, but Brian’s eyes were firmly shut, lost in dreams. He could see Justin beneath him, ready, waiting for him to lower his weight onto the young blond’s back. Brian squirmed against the bedding, rubbing himself against the sheets, trying to find the opening that would let him get inside, let him slide into Justin and that slick slippery hole, give him what he….
BREEP BREEP BREEP BREEP BREEP BREEP BREEP BRE-
His hand came down heavily on the alarm clock, cutting off the noise, and Brian slowly shook his head from side to side, beginning his day.
In fucking Akron.
Half-asleep, Brian rolled to the side of the bed, then he remembered Justin’s parting shot from the previous night. ”Read your email before you take a shower tomorrow morning.”
With one eye still shut, he lifted the other blearily towards his laptop, parked on the nightstand. He hit the power button and reluctantly opened his other eye, rubbing his hand across his face while he waited for the machine to connect to the hotel’s wireless service.
“Morning piss is not the same as a shower,” he said to no one as he walked toward the bathroom and found the toilet. Through the wall Brian could hear water running in an adjoining room’s shower.
When he went back in the bedroom, the internet connection was up and running. He checked his email account and found
02:23EST New Mail from JTPaints@gmail.com
Subject: Your morning routine
Before you get in the shower, do two things.
1) Call me.
2) Click on this URL:
http:// ccast.broadband.net/tremontlofts/601/video/
You’ll need a password to get in: guava juice
J.
Brian had already punched the speed dial for Justin’s cellphone when he realized that calling his lover at 6:55 in the morning might not be the best idea, even if he requested it. But Justin didn’t seem pissed off when he answered.
“Hey.”
“Hey. What’s this URL for?” Brian was already cutting and pasting it into his browser, more than a little suspicious about the tremontlofts/601 part of the address.
“Part of your morning routine, like the email says.” Justin’s reply sounded a bit smug, and Brian’s forehead crinkled in distaste, hating to be predictable about anything. Hating it even more that Justin knew his habits so well.
The browser connected to the website, he gave the password at the prompt, and Brian found himself staring at something he saw every morning, alright.
The shower stall in his loft.
“What the fuck, Justin? How did you get this up on a webpage?” Brian was definitely awake now. He could hear Justin moving in the background, probably crawling out of bed. A little more loudly, “I said, whatthefuck’s going on?”
At that moment, Justin appeared on his laptop, walking in front of the shower stall. He was holding his cellphone in one hand, and he stopped directly before the camera. Brian could see the hair stuck up at the back of Justin’s head from where he must have slept on it funny, and the camera even showed enough detail that Brian saw how the sheets had left a crease across Justin’s stomach, probably from lying across them all night.
Brian enlarged the image to fill his laptop screen right about the same time Justin waved. “I put a webcam on top of Darryl’s tripod. Streaming video, the kind you only get to view once. Can you see me okay?”
“Yeah. I can see you." Beautiful little fucker. Brian found himself wishing that Macintosh made a laptop with something bigger than a 17-inch screen. Quickly, he opened another browser window, linked to the KeepVid.com website, and switched over to watch the streaming video of Justin in the bathroom via the KeepVid browser window. I’ve got a good idea what comes next. Let’s see if I’m right.
Justin’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “I couldn’t come with you this trip, so I thought I would try to make things as normal as possible for the start of your day. You know, how we start pretty much every day.” Justin’s smile positively radiated happiness, though Brian caught a hint of mischief in those blue eyes. Even so, seeing Justin like this made Brian smile, then he realized: Justin couldn’t see him. He’d have to keep talking for Justin to know what he was thinking.
“Every day normal, huh. How?”
“By taking a shower.” When Justin smirked towards the camera, Brian’s dick twitched in response.
Fuck. The kid really knew how to get him hard in a hurry. Without even thinking, Brian switched the phone from his right hand to his left. His right hand was reaching down to wrap around his cock when he remembered that Justin still couldn’t see him.
“Uh, Justin. You’re not taking the phone into the shower, so how will you hear me?” On his laptop, he could see Justin opening the shower door, starting the stream of water.
Justin walked back to the camera, close enough that Brian swore he could smell Justin’s scent. “I won’t be able to hear you. I’m leaving the phone here on the counter. But you’ll be able to see and hear me. That’s good enough.” He added, “Just do one thing for me, okay, Brian? Don’t finish jerking off until you get in your own shower.” With that, Justin gave him a lewd wink, put the phone down, and stepped into the shower, leaving the door wide open so Brian could have an unobstructed view.
Steam wasn’t yet rising from the hot water, but Brian could tell it was warm from the color of Justin’s skin; where the jets of water hit his forehead, chin and shoulders, the skin began to turn pink and glow. Brian swallowed, watching the water roll down Justin’s chest, the drops caressing his skin. He seemed to feel the wetness on his own fingertips as Justin ran a hand through his hair, slick blond stubble running between his fingers. The droplets should have hit him in the face as Justin shook his head, left-right-left, sending water flying before he smoothed it off of his face one more time. Punching 'speakerphone,' Brian let the cellphone drop from his hand to the bed. He needed to hold something else more.
While the fingers on Brian’s right hand curled around his own erection, those of his left hand began grazing over his chest, the sensitive places on his neck, all while he went on looking at Justin standing under the water. Brian had already started the up-down motion that would bring him off, though he tried not to go fast, wondering if he could honor Justin’s request to stop short of coming while he watched. He continued stroking, eyes fixed on Justin and the shower.
The slender blond turned so his body faced the camera, and through the streaming water, Brian could make out a smile on his face. He smiled in return, automatically, as Justin’s hand reached down to cup his own half-hard erection. Simply watching Justin do this triggered memory after memory of mornings spent in the shower, Justin’s head resting backwards on Brian’s shoulder, Brian’s long fingers wrapped around that same cock.
Though his fingers slipped up and down his own cock, in his mind, Brian was stroking Justin’s, loving the wiry hair that surrounded it, his thumb reaching around to grip the shaft firmly while his other fingers dragged velvet-soft skin up and back over hardening strength. Brian let out an uneven sigh as Justin’s fingertips got the same reaction, the dick lengthening and curving upright in that smaller hand, the wet hand of his lover.
Brian’s breathing grew ragged as he saw Justin pull the cock up against his stomach, lowering his left hand so that it would cup his balls, catching water in the palm of his hand and rubbing that against the warm full sac. In silent imitation, Brian did the same, pressing his cock into his groin so that he could roll the balls, feel their swollen heaviness against his fingers. He groaned, the pleasure of touching himself magnified a thousand times by watching Justin do the same thing to his own body, right there in front of him yet painfully out of reach.
Justin’s head tilted back, his hands still working cock and balls, and through the phone, Brian heard him give a throaty growl, followed by a needy “Briiiiiiaaannnnn….”
Though it was distant and far-off sounding, Brian knew that tone of voice. If he’d been in the shower when Justin called him like that, he’d have reached over Justin’s shoulder and silenced him with a tongue-filled kiss, the kind to make Justin’s head swim so that he’d have to lean back even more, using Brian’s body just to stay upright. Brian had to settle for licking his own lips, watching the screen, and giving his balls a gentle squeeze as he went on stroking himself.
The water continued to run off of Justin’s body in rivulets, the spray bouncing off of his collarbone and throat. That wet throat where Brian remembered nipping skin between his teeth before he sucked in the flesh for a searing kiss, marking Justin with a loving bruise so that when he saw it in a mirror later that day, he would remember who made him come hard against the shower wall.
Justin’s eyes were still closed, his head thrown back in obvious pleasure as he stroked the thick ruddy flesh riding up against his stomach. Each movement with his hand, Brian followed with his own, as if he could touch Justin by mere imitation. Justin’s head began rocking from side to side as his fingers moved faster, those delicate artist’s fingers that were not so delicate now, their wet strength moving up and down, up and down. And again, that cry, the one he knew so well. “Briiiiiaaannnnnnnnnn….”
He couldn’t help it. His mouth might have gone dry watching the Justin Taylor Video Porn Pack: Shower Time, but Brian answered, even though he knew no one would hear him.
“Justin.”
“Justin, you feel so gooddd….”
Justin’s left hand trailed up through streaming water to a nipple already taut with desire, and Brian watched a thumb and forefinger grip the nub and twist, rubbing the tip back and forth, pulling, then relenting. Silently, Brian did the same, his right hand slowly jacking off his cock, his left gripping a flattened bud and bringing it erect, until it could stand firmly against the palm of his hand. Only then did his hand follow Justin’s back to his balls, eagerly repeating his every move like some perverted form of ‘Simon Says.’
Through a growing haze of steam, Brian could see Justin’s hand moving faster, a thumb rubbing over the full cockhead, teasing the slit with steady pressure while fingers jerked off faster, much faster now. Brian began panting, and barely remembered that he wasn’t supposed to come from doing the same. Don’t finish jerking off until you get in your own shower. At this moment, nothing seemed harder to do in the entire world.
“Brriiiiiaannnnnnnn…please, Brriiaannnnnnn, I wanna come. I wanna come so baaaaad.” The pleas were fainter this time, Justin becoming lost in his own need, forgetting how far away his phone was from the shower. Brian almost didn’t need to hear the words, though; he recognized the expression on Justin’s face. It was one he knew well, one he saw when he tormented Justin, forcing him to the edge of climax and then dragging him back, again and again, until Justin couldn’t withstand the pressure any longer.
Sort of the way Brian felt right now: desperate to come, commanded to wait. Christ, Justin, you’re gonna kill me like this!!
His fingers wanted to move faster, but he forced them not to. They repeated the same motion over and over, holding him pinned against the bed. The blood had drained from all over his body, racing to the aching balls that dangled low, the thick red cock arched and stretched skintight within his hand. Even with the slow rhythm he’d used, he was barely in control-Brian’s nerves began to tingle, the shooting flares that jutted out from his groin a herald of what he knew would come only moments from now, if he let it.
Lying on his bed, Brian watched as Justin’s hand worked faster, the optimum pressure applied to all the sensitive places, that delicious body curved and pulled tight, ready to explode. Seeing it, Brian thought this man-boy was the wet dream to end all wet dreams, standing in his shower, naked and hard as steel, calling for him, when suddenly-
“NNNNnnnnnngghh!!"
-spurts of white come hit the open shower door and the floor beyond. He saw the flush spread across Justin’s cheeks, the easier rise and fall of his chest as his breaths began to even out, but Brian felt none of the relief himself.
The very sound of Justin coming called to Brian, made him hungry to finish, to join Justin in one ultimate release. He was close, so damned close, his toes curled hard and pulled up against the balls of his feet trying to contain the explosion that was near, imminent. His fingers had already stopped stroking, but it wasn’t enough-seeing and hearing Justin come like that was too much, and Brian knew he’d come in the next five seconds if he didn’t do something quick!
Brutally, Brian clamped his thumb and forefinger together, gripping the base of his cock so tightly that it made him groan-but it stopped the orgasm that was riding at the edge of his consciousness, so fucking close he could feel it growling and snarling inside, a ravening wolf that would devour everything in sight if it was unchained. His eyes snapped closed, shut tight as if he could block out the feelings if he didn’t see anything. Right. Like that'll work. He tried to take calm breaths, but nothing really helped.
From the phone on the bed, he heard Justin calling him. “Brian? Brian, you there?”
With a shaking hand, he reached down blindly, found the phone purely by touch, brought it up to his ear. The word came out harshly. “Yeah?”
“So. Are you ready to go slay the Telson guys? Think you’re up to it?”
Unsteadily, he panted out, “I’m…up to it.”
Only then did Brian open his eyes, and saw Justin smirking again, standing in front of the camera, naked, dripping water all over the floor. That goddamned twink caught the tone of Brian's response, knew exactly how wound up Brian was, and he couldn't resist turning up the heat a little more. “You ready to screw 'em to the wall? Show ‘em who’s boss?”
As the bloodrush receded a bit, Brian loosened the vise-grip hold he had on his cock. His face revealed he was close, but no longer desperate, and some of the control came back into his voice. Whatever anger or desperation he felt from choking off his climax got redirected into short, choppy words.
“I’m ready. They’re gonna fucking beg for Kinnetik to take their damned account by the time I’m done.” The ache in his balls still demanded attention, but at least he wasn’t about to come in the next five seconds, or even ten.
Justin grinned when he heard Brian’s answer. He replied, “Okay, well, I’ll see you when you get back. Five p.m. arrival, right?”
“Right.” Brian’s voice was finally level again, though he really wanted that damned shower. Now!
“Alright. Well, go take your shower, and now you’ll have something nice to think about while you finish jacking off.” Justin was looking pretty pleased with himself, and Brian couldn’t help smiling at the kid’s confidence. He knew exactly how to wind Brian up, and he enjoyed doing it. So did Brian.
“Justin, I’m gonna go spatter the walls in the bathroom now, following your instructions, okay? One thing, though.”
“What, Brian?” Justin’s smile was, if anything, even bigger now.
“When I get back tonight, remind me to show you how to replay streaming videos. I’ve got a feeling you’ll want to watch this one. It's fuckin' hot.” Justin’s eyes grew bigger, a little shocked, while Brian laughed, snapped the cellphone shut, and headed for the bathroom and a well-deserved, long overdue shower.
Part Three
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Author’s Note: KeepVid.com is in beta currently, but it has the ability to capture streaming video content and turn it into a stable file that can be saved, stored, or transferred like any other data file. Brian would never lie about that!