Ficlet: QaF: Missing--One Condom
And, then, in response to some discussion on burnitbackwards' journal regarding the information given in 220 re: Justin liking to fall asleep with Brian's cock still in him, I wrote the following. The challenge: a story where Brian fishes a condom out of Justin's ass.
Missing: One Condom
Brian woke up slowly, nuzzling Justin's hair and palming down Justin's smooth chest to fondle the morning hard-on. Justin sighed contentedly and pushed back against Brian, before rolling a little to kiss him on the lips.
"Morning."
Brian mmm'ed in reply. Justin turned entirely, and snuggled up close. Brian reached with one arm for a cigarette; a little early to be smoking, but so the fuck what. They'd had a very intense night and a rush of nicotine might make him actually get out of the bed sometime in the next hour.
Brian smoked as Justin snuggled, reviewing the night in his mind. Babylon, sex in the backroom, dancing, drinking, some more fucking with some guy he'd actually never had before, then more dancing with Justin. They'd walked home, drunk and laughing about inane things. More sex on the kitchen counter, then again after the shower in bed. Brian had come so hard the last time that he'd seen spots. Unbelievable. He'd felt so good that he hadn't protested when Justin urged him not to pull out yet--
Fuck.
Oh fuck.
Brian sat up, throwing Justin off of him. "Fuck!"
"What? What!?!" Justin exclaimed, eyes wide.
Brian leaned over to the trash can next to the bed. Empty. He threw the covers off, ignoring Justin's protesting shout, searching through the bed clothes.
"What?" Justin repeated.
Brian flung himself back on the bed, stuck the cigarette in his mouth, and took another long draw.
"Jesus Christ! What!" Justin yelled.
Brian rolled his head slowly to gaze at Justin's face. "Don't panic, but there's a condom in your ass."
Justin blinked at him, speechless for a minute.
"I'll get it out. And we'll have to get you tested more regularly for a year or so." Brian sounded calm, but his heart was hammering. Jesus. He was a total fucking idiot. He knew better. He fucking knew better!
"There's a condom in my ass?"
"I fell asleep."
Justin's face remained remarkably impassive. "Oh."
"Roll over. I'll get it out."
"So, it was--" Justin swallowed hard.
"Yeah. Fuck." Brian ran a hand over his face. "Just roll the fuck over and let me get it out."
"You don't think I'll just shit it out?"
"You've had my fingers in your ass before, what's the problem?"
Justin looked pretty nervous now. "I don't know. Um--when were you tested last?"
Brian took a steadying breath and touched Justin's face, resisted the urge to berate him for urging that he stay inside of him. "A month ago. Stay calm. It's okay."
"Okay." Justin rolled over, but his voice was tight and higher pitched that normal.
Brian settled between Justin's thighs and spread his ass cheeks, looking at the hole that'd swallowed the condom. He reached for the lube and slicked it over his fingers, gently prodding inside.
After a few minutes, and after Justin had grown hard, occasionally rutting against the bed, Brian felt the ring of latex he was looking for. He tried to press it gently against the inner wall of Justin's ass and pull, but the lube made his finger too slippery.
"I'm going to put another finger in, okay?"
"Yeah," Justin breathed. "Hurry."
"I'm trying to get a condom out of your ass, not get you off."
"You can do both. To make it up to me...for losing a condom in my ass." Justin bucked against the bed again.
Brian rolled his eyes and worked an unlubed finger in, kissing Justin's ass cheek when he heard a hiss, indicating discomfort.
Justin was almost writhing by the time Brian finally pulled the condom out, slick and disgusting. Justin pushed his ass back and murmured, "Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck me. Now."
Brian wasn't hard, but he was feeling merciful since it was kind of his fault that this had happened. He wiped his hands off, disposed of the condom and retrieved the anal beads from the toy drawer.
Justin gripped and ungripped the sheets as Brian pushed the beads in one by one. Each addition made Justin twitch and moan. Brian leaned forward and smiled against Justin's back. Justin was so into having his ass played with or fucked, it was almost amusing.
Justin was up on all fours now, using one hand to jerk himself, while Brian sucked hard kisses into his thighs and ass cheeks. The tension in Justin's body when he was ready to come was familiar like breathing, and Brian waited for just the right moment to pull the string of beads out. Justin jerked and shook as he came all over the sheets, head back, mouth open.
Brian's dick wasn't so disinterested now. He reached for a condom, rolled it on and aimed.
"Lose that one, too, and I'll fucking kill you," Justin panted.
Brian pushed in hard, slapping Justin's ass in punishment for the comment.
THE END
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Oy, that was more angsty and porny that I'd anticipated.
Heheheheh. I'm so amused.
Missing: One Condom
Brian woke up slowly, nuzzling Justin's hair and palming down Justin's smooth chest to fondle the morning hard-on. Justin sighed contentedly and pushed back against Brian, before rolling a little to kiss him on the lips.
"Morning."
Brian mmm'ed in reply. Justin turned entirely, and snuggled up close. Brian reached with one arm for a cigarette; a little early to be smoking, but so the fuck what. They'd had a very intense night and a rush of nicotine might make him actually get out of the bed sometime in the next hour.
Brian smoked as Justin snuggled, reviewing the night in his mind. Babylon, sex in the backroom, dancing, drinking, some more fucking with some guy he'd actually never had before, then more dancing with Justin. They'd walked home, drunk and laughing about inane things. More sex on the kitchen counter, then again after the shower in bed. Brian had come so hard the last time that he'd seen spots. Unbelievable. He'd felt so good that he hadn't protested when Justin urged him not to pull out yet--
Fuck.
Oh fuck.
Brian sat up, throwing Justin off of him. "Fuck!"
"What? What!?!" Justin exclaimed, eyes wide.
Brian leaned over to the trash can next to the bed. Empty. He threw the covers off, ignoring Justin's protesting shout, searching through the bed clothes.
"What?" Justin repeated.
Brian flung himself back on the bed, stuck the cigarette in his mouth, and took another long draw.
"Jesus Christ! What!" Justin yelled.
Brian rolled his head slowly to gaze at Justin's face. "Don't panic, but there's a condom in your ass."
Justin blinked at him, speechless for a minute.
"I'll get it out. And we'll have to get you tested more regularly for a year or so." Brian sounded calm, but his heart was hammering. Jesus. He was a total fucking idiot. He knew better. He fucking knew better!
"There's a condom in my ass?"
"I fell asleep."
Justin's face remained remarkably impassive. "Oh."
"Roll over. I'll get it out."
"So, it was--" Justin swallowed hard.
"Yeah. Fuck." Brian ran a hand over his face. "Just roll the fuck over and let me get it out."
"You don't think I'll just shit it out?"
"You've had my fingers in your ass before, what's the problem?"
Justin looked pretty nervous now. "I don't know. Um--when were you tested last?"
Brian took a steadying breath and touched Justin's face, resisted the urge to berate him for urging that he stay inside of him. "A month ago. Stay calm. It's okay."
"Okay." Justin rolled over, but his voice was tight and higher pitched that normal.
Brian settled between Justin's thighs and spread his ass cheeks, looking at the hole that'd swallowed the condom. He reached for the lube and slicked it over his fingers, gently prodding inside.
After a few minutes, and after Justin had grown hard, occasionally rutting against the bed, Brian felt the ring of latex he was looking for. He tried to press it gently against the inner wall of Justin's ass and pull, but the lube made his finger too slippery.
"I'm going to put another finger in, okay?"
"Yeah," Justin breathed. "Hurry."
"I'm trying to get a condom out of your ass, not get you off."
"You can do both. To make it up to me...for losing a condom in my ass." Justin bucked against the bed again.
Brian rolled his eyes and worked an unlubed finger in, kissing Justin's ass cheek when he heard a hiss, indicating discomfort.
Justin was almost writhing by the time Brian finally pulled the condom out, slick and disgusting. Justin pushed his ass back and murmured, "Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck me. Now."
Brian wasn't hard, but he was feeling merciful since it was kind of his fault that this had happened. He wiped his hands off, disposed of the condom and retrieved the anal beads from the toy drawer.
Justin gripped and ungripped the sheets as Brian pushed the beads in one by one. Each addition made Justin twitch and moan. Brian leaned forward and smiled against Justin's back. Justin was so into having his ass played with or fucked, it was almost amusing.
Justin was up on all fours now, using one hand to jerk himself, while Brian sucked hard kisses into his thighs and ass cheeks. The tension in Justin's body when he was ready to come was familiar like breathing, and Brian waited for just the right moment to pull the string of beads out. Justin jerked and shook as he came all over the sheets, head back, mouth open.
Brian's dick wasn't so disinterested now. He reached for a condom, rolled it on and aimed.
"Lose that one, too, and I'll fucking kill you," Justin panted.
Brian pushed in hard, slapping Justin's ass in punishment for the comment.
THE END
:::
Oy, that was more angsty and porny that I'd anticipated.
Heheheheh. I'm so amused.