FOOTSIE
Title: Footsie
Written By: chynnadoll17
Timeline: Post-513
Rating: NC-17
Warning: None
Summary: Justin wants to play, but so does Brian.
Author’s Notes: Thank you to all my betas. I love all of you and am so thankful for everybody’s help :)
Inspired By Icons:
We arrive at Deb’s, soaking wet from the downpour we encountered on the way here. Brian complains the whole time that his new, suede, Prada shoes are ruined. I tell him that I watched the forecast today and they did call for rain tonight. He says that not everyone is as obsessed with the Weather Channel as I am. I counter that I just like to be informed. We finally call a truce when we get to Deb’s front door because we know we need each other in order to be able to tolerate tonight. It’s not that we don’t like going to Deb’s - she’s like a second mother to us, after all. It’s just that Brian and I were planning to spend a nice evening at the loft, with lots of fucking on the agenda. But, of course, Deb called us and demanded our presence at another ‘family dinner’. She told us that if we didn’t come she’d “have our balls”. The woman never had any tact.
When the door opens we’re greeted with a “Where the hell have you two been?”. The fact that we had to brave the slippery streets of Pittsburgh and subsequently look like wet dogs is ignored, and we are wrangled to the dinner table.
I sit next to Ben, while Brian sits across from us next to Michael and Hunter. I guess everybody else were able to get out of this - lucky bastards.
Michael turns to me and says, a little too loudly, “So, you got stuck without a good excuse too, huh?”. That earns him a smack to the back of the head.
*~*~*~*~*~*
I’m bored as hell. Everybody’s talking about Hunter and his school. I can tell Brian’s pretending to listen and is really just as bored as I am. I decide I’m going to make things a little more interesting. It’s something we’ve done numerous times at Deb’s just to entertain ourselves. I slip off my shoe and stretch my leg out underneath the table. I first tease Brian’s ankle with my socked foot, caressing it, dipping my foot under his jeans and feeling his bare legs a little. I look up at him to see his reaction. Usually Brian will give me a wink and a sly smile, but he doesn’t even look at me. Instead, he continues to pretend to listen to the conversations going on around him. He’s probably just faking nonchalance in order to tease me. I start to slide my foot further up is jean clad leg, going for his dick when....
“Ben.” Michael addresses Ben in a hushed, warning voice.
“What?” Ben responds looking confused.
Everyone’s attention is now turned to Ben and Michael’s conversation.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
Then I know and I quickly take my foot away. Oh. My. God.
“Oh my God.”
“Don’t tell me it was you?” Michael says, looking at me with a wide eyed expression.
“I’m so sorry, Michael!” I feel my cheeks get hot with embarrassment.
Everyone else is clearly confused as to what the hell is going on and Debbie says as much,
“What the fuck are you guys talking about?”
I look at Brian. He has his eyebrows raised, clearly amused and curious too.
Then, I look at Michael and he must register my pleading look because he shrugs the whole thing off, saying it’s nothing and to forget about it. Everyone eventually does forget about it and they return to their meals and conversations. For the rest of the night, my cheeks continue to be flushed and Brian continues to stare at me out of the corner of his eye.
*~*~*~*~*~*
We finally get back to the loft and as soon as we shrug off our coats off, Brian tells me to “Come here” and leads me to the bedroom by the hand. He pushes me back onto the bed and I bounce a little, which causes me to giggle. Brian lets out a little laugh too. He then crawls up the mattress until he’s lying beside me. I turn to face him and drape my right arm across his waist, while he reaches up and starts to run his fingers through my hair. I love it when he does that. He starts massaging my scalp and I lean into his hand, closing my eyes - and practically purring. Then he suddenly stops and I open my eyes to see what’s wrong. Brian’s just staring at me with a thoughtful expression.
“What?”
“So, what was that thing about with Michael at dinner?”
“I was wondering how long it was going to take you to ask me that. I was sure you’d interrogate me as soon as we got into the car.”
“Well?”
“Well, I was so fucking bored and I wanted to have a little fun. So, I was attempting to feel you up, but that’s definitely not what ended up happening.” I grimace at the memory.
Brian lets out a snort. “So, you wanted to play footsie with me and ended up molesting poor widdle Mikey?”
I playfully slap his arm. “Poor Mikey? What about poor Justin? Not only was I embarrassed, I may be traumatized for life because I actually felt up...Michael.” I scrunch up my nose at the last part.
Brian moves until he’s lying on top off me. “Well, how about we relieve your traumatized state with a little Brian Kinney Sex Therapy?”
Now that will definitely make my night a whole lot better. “Ah, that just might be the cure.”
Brian smiles and meets my lips in a hard kiss. We make-out for what seems like hours, but is probably only ten minutes. My hands roam up the front of his shirt, feeling his taunt chest muscles and tweaking his hard nipples. He pushes his hands into the back of my jeans, groping my ass, his fingers dipping into my crack.
Brian then pulls back suddenly, staring down at me with this predatory look. I feel oddly exposed and vulnerable, like I’m his prey that he’s about to devour.
He pulls off me and goes to stand at the foot of the bed. He slowly strips, putting on a little show for me and smirking the entire time. I can’t help but just lick my lips. When he’s finally naked he climbs back up the bed and straddles me. He lifts my shirt over my head and scoots down, unbuttoning my jeans, and pulling them down along with my underwear. He comes back up until his face is above mine and kisses me hard again, his tongue probing my mouth, mine doing the same to his. When he pulls back, we’re both breathing hard, and I’m more than ready to get the show on the road now.
“Brian.” I say in a breathless, impatient tone.
He responds by alternating between sucking and leaving wet kisses down my jaw and neck. I know he’s leaving red marks that’ll still be there tomorrow. When he gets to my nipples he spends equal time on each, sucking, biting, licking, and rolling them in his mouth.
I’m panting heavily and my dick is rock hard at this point. I know Brian notices because it’s rubbing again his thigh, leaking pre-cum.
He moves down my stomach, continuing his open mouth kisses. The wetness from each spot he kisses cools and goose bumps begin to form on my skin, causing me to shiver.
Brian finally gets to my dick, his face hovering over it, his hot breath heightening my arousal. But, he just smirks and bypasses my cock entirely, instead, descending down my leg with more kisses. I groan with frustration. What about the Brian Kinney Sex Therapy I was supposed to be getting?
When Brian gets to my right foot, he lifts it up a little, bending it a little at the knee. He surprises me by licking from my heel to my big toe. It tickles and I laugh and start to pull my foot away, but he keeps a firm grip on my ankle.
“What are you doing?”
“I thought you wanted to play a game of footsie.”
I’m about to say that this is a very different type of footsie when Brian suddenly licks along the bottom of my big toe, takes it in his mouth, and starts to suck. I cry out, arch off the bed, and fist the sheets. I’m overcome by the sensation that goes straight to my dick.
Brian is definitely on a mission tonight, if his relentless assault on my foot is any indication. He’s treating my toe like it’s my dick and it feels amazing because Brian’s oral skills have always been above par.
While Brian continues to suck, he reaches down and fists my cock. I feel like I’m going to come from that simple act alone. I put my hand over his and shake my head. I want to drag this
out as long as I can and I don’t want to come just yet. But, it seems Brian already has a plan because he then brushes his fingers over the head of my cock, coating them with my pre-cum. He nudges my legs farther apart and pulls me up, exposing more of my ass. He reaches down with his lubed fingers, traces my hole, and slowly pushes in. He then moves to my other toes, sucking and licking them with equal vigor, as he continues to press on my prostate.
I’m moaning uncontrollably and saying words that are probably incoherent. I feel like I’m on sensory overload. My whole body tingles and I feel that familiar tightening in my balls. The actual intensity of my orgasm takes me by surprise and I’m coming without even having to touch my dick.
When I finally come down and my breathing returns to normal, Brian removes his fingers and releases my toes from his mouth. He drops my leg and my whole body feels limp. I use the little strength I have left to smile at Brian as he comes to lay beside me, displaying a proud smirk.
“That was great.” I say as I brush a damp lock of hair off Brian’s face.
“Did you expect anything less?”
I have to laugh at him and his constant smugness.
“Hey, don’t get too cocky there, and anyway, I didn’t know you were one of those ‘foot fetish’ people.” I say, still laughing.
“Well, not exactly a ‘foot fetish’, but I do have a ‘you fetish’.”
“Ha, tell me something I don’t know.”
It’s Brian’s turn to laugh at me. “Now who’s being cocky, hmm?”
Feeling a lot more invigorated now, I roll over until I’m lying on top of him. I pin his arms above his head and shift until our dicks are aligned. I know Brian hasn’t come yet, and if I needed a reminder, his hard cock would certainly be one. He lets out an open-mouthed gasp.
“I think you might need a little help there, Mr.Kinney.” I say looking down.
“You think so, Mr.Taylor?”
“Oh yes. Nothing a little Justin Taylor Sex Therapy won’t cure.”
“Is it anything like the Brian Kinney Sex Therapy you got earlier?”
“Yes, but better.”
The End
Written By: chynnadoll17
Timeline: Post-513
Rating: NC-17
Warning: None
Summary: Justin wants to play, but so does Brian.
Author’s Notes: Thank you to all my betas. I love all of you and am so thankful for everybody’s help :)
Inspired By Icons:
We arrive at Deb’s, soaking wet from the downpour we encountered on the way here. Brian complains the whole time that his new, suede, Prada shoes are ruined. I tell him that I watched the forecast today and they did call for rain tonight. He says that not everyone is as obsessed with the Weather Channel as I am. I counter that I just like to be informed. We finally call a truce when we get to Deb’s front door because we know we need each other in order to be able to tolerate tonight. It’s not that we don’t like going to Deb’s - she’s like a second mother to us, after all. It’s just that Brian and I were planning to spend a nice evening at the loft, with lots of fucking on the agenda. But, of course, Deb called us and demanded our presence at another ‘family dinner’. She told us that if we didn’t come she’d “have our balls”. The woman never had any tact.
When the door opens we’re greeted with a “Where the hell have you two been?”. The fact that we had to brave the slippery streets of Pittsburgh and subsequently look like wet dogs is ignored, and we are wrangled to the dinner table.
I sit next to Ben, while Brian sits across from us next to Michael and Hunter. I guess everybody else were able to get out of this - lucky bastards.
Michael turns to me and says, a little too loudly, “So, you got stuck without a good excuse too, huh?”. That earns him a smack to the back of the head.
*~*~*~*~*~*
I’m bored as hell. Everybody’s talking about Hunter and his school. I can tell Brian’s pretending to listen and is really just as bored as I am. I decide I’m going to make things a little more interesting. It’s something we’ve done numerous times at Deb’s just to entertain ourselves. I slip off my shoe and stretch my leg out underneath the table. I first tease Brian’s ankle with my socked foot, caressing it, dipping my foot under his jeans and feeling his bare legs a little. I look up at him to see his reaction. Usually Brian will give me a wink and a sly smile, but he doesn’t even look at me. Instead, he continues to pretend to listen to the conversations going on around him. He’s probably just faking nonchalance in order to tease me. I start to slide my foot further up is jean clad leg, going for his dick when....
“Ben.” Michael addresses Ben in a hushed, warning voice.
“What?” Ben responds looking confused.
Everyone’s attention is now turned to Ben and Michael’s conversation.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
Then I know and I quickly take my foot away. Oh. My. God.
“Oh my God.”
“Don’t tell me it was you?” Michael says, looking at me with a wide eyed expression.
“I’m so sorry, Michael!” I feel my cheeks get hot with embarrassment.
Everyone else is clearly confused as to what the hell is going on and Debbie says as much,
“What the fuck are you guys talking about?”
I look at Brian. He has his eyebrows raised, clearly amused and curious too.
Then, I look at Michael and he must register my pleading look because he shrugs the whole thing off, saying it’s nothing and to forget about it. Everyone eventually does forget about it and they return to their meals and conversations. For the rest of the night, my cheeks continue to be flushed and Brian continues to stare at me out of the corner of his eye.
*~*~*~*~*~*
We finally get back to the loft and as soon as we shrug off our coats off, Brian tells me to “Come here” and leads me to the bedroom by the hand. He pushes me back onto the bed and I bounce a little, which causes me to giggle. Brian lets out a little laugh too. He then crawls up the mattress until he’s lying beside me. I turn to face him and drape my right arm across his waist, while he reaches up and starts to run his fingers through my hair. I love it when he does that. He starts massaging my scalp and I lean into his hand, closing my eyes - and practically purring. Then he suddenly stops and I open my eyes to see what’s wrong. Brian’s just staring at me with a thoughtful expression.
“What?”
“So, what was that thing about with Michael at dinner?”
“I was wondering how long it was going to take you to ask me that. I was sure you’d interrogate me as soon as we got into the car.”
“Well?”
“Well, I was so fucking bored and I wanted to have a little fun. So, I was attempting to feel you up, but that’s definitely not what ended up happening.” I grimace at the memory.
Brian lets out a snort. “So, you wanted to play footsie with me and ended up molesting poor widdle Mikey?”
I playfully slap his arm. “Poor Mikey? What about poor Justin? Not only was I embarrassed, I may be traumatized for life because I actually felt up...Michael.” I scrunch up my nose at the last part.
Brian moves until he’s lying on top off me. “Well, how about we relieve your traumatized state with a little Brian Kinney Sex Therapy?”
Now that will definitely make my night a whole lot better. “Ah, that just might be the cure.”
Brian smiles and meets my lips in a hard kiss. We make-out for what seems like hours, but is probably only ten minutes. My hands roam up the front of his shirt, feeling his taunt chest muscles and tweaking his hard nipples. He pushes his hands into the back of my jeans, groping my ass, his fingers dipping into my crack.
Brian then pulls back suddenly, staring down at me with this predatory look. I feel oddly exposed and vulnerable, like I’m his prey that he’s about to devour.
He pulls off me and goes to stand at the foot of the bed. He slowly strips, putting on a little show for me and smirking the entire time. I can’t help but just lick my lips. When he’s finally naked he climbs back up the bed and straddles me. He lifts my shirt over my head and scoots down, unbuttoning my jeans, and pulling them down along with my underwear. He comes back up until his face is above mine and kisses me hard again, his tongue probing my mouth, mine doing the same to his. When he pulls back, we’re both breathing hard, and I’m more than ready to get the show on the road now.
“Brian.” I say in a breathless, impatient tone.
He responds by alternating between sucking and leaving wet kisses down my jaw and neck. I know he’s leaving red marks that’ll still be there tomorrow. When he gets to my nipples he spends equal time on each, sucking, biting, licking, and rolling them in his mouth.
I’m panting heavily and my dick is rock hard at this point. I know Brian notices because it’s rubbing again his thigh, leaking pre-cum.
He moves down my stomach, continuing his open mouth kisses. The wetness from each spot he kisses cools and goose bumps begin to form on my skin, causing me to shiver.
Brian finally gets to my dick, his face hovering over it, his hot breath heightening my arousal. But, he just smirks and bypasses my cock entirely, instead, descending down my leg with more kisses. I groan with frustration. What about the Brian Kinney Sex Therapy I was supposed to be getting?
When Brian gets to my right foot, he lifts it up a little, bending it a little at the knee. He surprises me by licking from my heel to my big toe. It tickles and I laugh and start to pull my foot away, but he keeps a firm grip on my ankle.
“What are you doing?”
“I thought you wanted to play a game of footsie.”
I’m about to say that this is a very different type of footsie when Brian suddenly licks along the bottom of my big toe, takes it in his mouth, and starts to suck. I cry out, arch off the bed, and fist the sheets. I’m overcome by the sensation that goes straight to my dick.
Brian is definitely on a mission tonight, if his relentless assault on my foot is any indication. He’s treating my toe like it’s my dick and it feels amazing because Brian’s oral skills have always been above par.
While Brian continues to suck, he reaches down and fists my cock. I feel like I’m going to come from that simple act alone. I put my hand over his and shake my head. I want to drag this
out as long as I can and I don’t want to come just yet. But, it seems Brian already has a plan because he then brushes his fingers over the head of my cock, coating them with my pre-cum. He nudges my legs farther apart and pulls me up, exposing more of my ass. He reaches down with his lubed fingers, traces my hole, and slowly pushes in. He then moves to my other toes, sucking and licking them with equal vigor, as he continues to press on my prostate.
I’m moaning uncontrollably and saying words that are probably incoherent. I feel like I’m on sensory overload. My whole body tingles and I feel that familiar tightening in my balls. The actual intensity of my orgasm takes me by surprise and I’m coming without even having to touch my dick.
When I finally come down and my breathing returns to normal, Brian removes his fingers and releases my toes from his mouth. He drops my leg and my whole body feels limp. I use the little strength I have left to smile at Brian as he comes to lay beside me, displaying a proud smirk.
“That was great.” I say as I brush a damp lock of hair off Brian’s face.
“Did you expect anything less?”
I have to laugh at him and his constant smugness.
“Hey, don’t get too cocky there, and anyway, I didn’t know you were one of those ‘foot fetish’ people.” I say, still laughing.
“Well, not exactly a ‘foot fetish’, but I do have a ‘you fetish’.”
“Ha, tell me something I don’t know.”
It’s Brian’s turn to laugh at me. “Now who’s being cocky, hmm?”
Feeling a lot more invigorated now, I roll over until I’m lying on top of him. I pin his arms above his head and shift until our dicks are aligned. I know Brian hasn’t come yet, and if I needed a reminder, his hard cock would certainly be one. He lets out an open-mouthed gasp.
“I think you might need a little help there, Mr.Kinney.” I say looking down.
“You think so, Mr.Taylor?”
“Oh yes. Nothing a little Justin Taylor Sex Therapy won’t cure.”
“Is it anything like the Brian Kinney Sex Therapy you got earlier?”
“Yes, but better.”
The End