“This better be fucking good,” he croaked into the receiver.
“Hey,” a very enthusiastic Justin said.
Brian groaned. Justin. Calling. It was starting to register. “Don’t you know what fucking time it is?” Brian was never very nice when he was awakened.
“Um, yeah. It’s a little after one. Why?” Justin was chipper and wide awake… the exact opposite of Brian’s current state.
“Why?! Justin! What the fuck?” Brian rubbed his eyes then slipped his hand under the sheet and scratched at his groin. His limp dick flopping around as his nails raked through the thatch of hair.
“I went to a party tonight!” Well, that explains it. Justin was tweaked, high, drunk, something. But definitely too intoxicated to remember the fucking time difference. “It was…” Justin started to tell his story just like he always did when he called.
“Justin!” Brian yelled into the phone, cutting him off. Brian was pissed at being woken up and was not in the mood to hear another chapter of the amazing adventures of Alice in Wonderland.
“What?” Justin asked sheepishly.
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Justin. If it’s one o’clock there, that means it’s four o’clock here. Four o’clock in the fucking middle of the fucking night! And I have to work in the morning, you know, like at a real job!” Brian scratched at his belly then rubbed over his chest before his arm plopped out to the side, limp and void of any further energy.
There was no further comment and Justin was silent. That had been uncalled for. Justin was working at a real job and if Justin had been sober he would have hung up on him again. But he wasn’t so the insult barely registered in that way. He had other things on his mind. Justin furrowed his brows, but of course Brian couldn’t see that he’d done it. Justin was hurt. Why didn’t Brian want to talk? Why didn’t he understand what Justin needed? Then he remembered. He hadn’t explained it to him. Yeah, that’s it! “But Brian, it was a Mexican Siesta Party,” Justin said sexily and wiggling those same eyebrows. He thought that little gesture mixed with what he said would explain everything. But again, Brian couldn’t see him doing it, so basically it didn’t explain shit.
“And I’m supposed to give a shit about this? When it’s four o’clock in the fucking morning!” Brian sniffed and stretched his legs out. He kept his eyelids closed, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep, and if he kept them shut then, he reasoned, he wouldn’t really fully wake up and he could return to his slumber much faster.
Brian was about to hang up when Justin continued, trying desperately, again, to explain the purpose of his call. “Well, we were drinking margaritas...”
Brian’s eyes popped opened. Suddenly, he was very much awake. Justin’s voice was erratic and Brian could hear his tongue lightly slurping spit and his lips gently smacking every time Justin licked them.
“…and, and, I drank a lot.” Justin opened his mouth wide to stretch his lips then ran a finger over the bottom one. Yes, it was still there. “I-I-I don’t really know how many, but… well… you know. Don’t you, Brian?”
Yes, Brian knew.
“Um, yeah,” Brian smirked. “I vaguely recall being exposed to the Taylor Tequila Titillation a few times.”
Justin kind of half-heartedly laughed in relief. Brian understood now. He was in quite a predicament. He licked his lips again then swallowed with a gulp. “I can’t feel my lips and my mouth is watering and my tongue feels really fat and it’s throbbing… and aching and… oh god.” Justin was rambling anxiously. “It’s needs… I need… I just really wanted to…” His voice trailed off. He was suddenly feeling stupid for calling now. There really wasn’t any way for Brian to help him. Not when he was three thousand miles away. He sighed in frustration.
Brian slid his hand back under the sheet. His dick was beginning to harden at the thought of what Justin needed. “Tell me what you need, Justin. What do you want?” he asked, his voice husky and sexy.
The question bounced around in Justin’s ears and he felt for the one not covered by the phone. It was still there. But now that he’d touched it, it began to itch. He scratched nervously at the upper shell of his ear then the skin behind it then ruffled his hair. He couldn’t quit touching himself. He felt his lips again and stuck his finger inside as he replayed Brian’s question over and over in his head. The tone of Brian’s voice making his dick harder and amplifying what he needed. He swallowed around his finger then pulled it out and dragged it lazily over his bottom lip, making it wet and shiny and feel so good. He closed his eyes and softly moaned at the weird sensation, lost in his thoughts and his touches.
“Justin?” Brian asked to bring him out of his reverie and make him verbalize his thoughts. “Tell me.”
Justin instantly started talking as if on auto-pilot. “Mmm, I-I need to kiss. To slide my tongue around with yours. To taste your mouth. Suck your tongue. Yeah. I want to breathe your air.” Justin paused, his breaths vibrating loudly into the phone. His hand crept down his body. His fingers wrapped around his hard cock. “I want to feel your stubble on my lips. Burning me. Scratching me. Tickling my face.” A pause again and Brian smiled as he stroked himself too.
Justin always had a thing for tequila and it had a very bizarre effect on him… tequila seemed to enhance and magnify Justin’s oral fixation tendencies. On those rare occasions when Justin had consumed a staggering amount of shots or margaritas all night, Brian was always treated to a lengthy kissing marathon. Justin could never get enough of Brian’s mouth when he was like that. But that wasn’t all. The kissing was followed by a thorough full-body tongue bath. Justin leaving saliva trails all over him. His skin pulling tight against itself when the air dried it. It always made Brian shiver and feel so alive. Then after all that, Justin would top it off with one of those incredibly wet and spit-soaked blowjobs. The carnivorous kind with extra loud slurping noises. Brian knew how Justin was feeling and it killed him that he wasn’t there to receive the benefits of Justin attending a margarita party.
“I want to lick all over your body and mmm…” Justin moaned as he swallowed again. “…suck your toes. Each one of them like they were teeny-tiny cocks.”
‘Fuck,’ Brian thought, his toes curling instinctively under the covers. “Yeah, go on.”
“I want to lick around the hard bone in your ankle and nibble the soft flesh behind your knee.” Brian heard a gasp and he wasn’t sure if it was his or Justin’s. Then he heard another sweep of Justin’s tongue over his lips, this time louder… a gentle smacking.
Justin swallowed the pooling spit that kept filling his watering mouth. “Oh god, Brian. I want, I need your big, thick, perfect cock in my mouth. To fill it up. Slide its smoothness against the bumpy texture of the roof of my mouth and press down on my tongue to make room for it. It’s so big and hard. I-I’m aching for it.”
Brian heard Justin’s breaths getting heavier and quicker. His voice becoming choppy.
“I want to swallow it and lick it and kiss it and, and, suck it… yeah, suck it… until, until…”
Brian knew Justin couldn’t finish. He’d been doing so well all on his own but now Brian was going to have to help him. Take him the rest of the way, so he continued where Justin left off. “…until I cum, shooting my silky jizz against your throat and all over that fat and throbbing tongue.”
Justin approved. He groaned. “Uh-huh. Yeah. Cum in my mouth.”
“Then what?” Brian asked in a whisper and Justin whimpered, not wanting to say anything. He wanted Brian to do it and he intended to. “You gonna let it trickle out of the corners of your lips?”
“No, no, no. I won’t,” Justin answered right away. He was panting heavily.
“How are you going to stop it, Justin?” Brian egged him on. “Because I’m coming now, Justin. Can you feel it?”
Justin nodded quickly. ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ he thought.
“It’s a lot and it’s filling your mouth. It’s still coming, Justin. What are you going to do? It’s oozing…”
“I’ll swallow it,” Justin interrupted excitedly. Gushes of air breezed into the phone from his deep pants. “I’ll swallow it all.” Justin groaned and whimpered, needing release.
Brian took pity on him, finally. “Then do it,” he ordered.
There were a couple of grunts and loud sighs and lots of loud swooshes of air directly into the mouthpiece of the phone. Brian smiled, closed his eyes and stroked himself as he listened to Justin’s orgasm, envisioning Justin’s hand pumping himself to climax, his back arched off the bed and his head thrown back. The loud air swooshes quieted to heavy breathing then after a few minutes the heavy breathing evened out into regular breathing. There was a soft sigh and a muffled rustling sound then all became quiet. Brian waited, still smiling.
“Brian?” Justin asked softly.
“Yeah.”
“Thanks.”
“Feeling better now?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
“Sorry I woke you.”
Brian grinned bigger and rubbed his fingers through his hair briskly. The orgasm must have sobered Justin up a bit. “Well, you should be, you little shit. Stay away from the fucking tequila. Don’t you know that stuff’ll kill ya?”
Justin huffed. He knew Brian wasn’t really mad, he liked him when he drank the stuff. But then again, Brian wasn’t there to benefit from the effects so maybe he really was miffed. He opened his mouth wide a few times. The feeling in his lips was coming back. And it had woken him up. Maybe he should let Brian get back to sleep. “Goodnight, Brian,” Justin said out of the blue thinking a quick goodbye would be appreciated.
“Hey! Asshole!”
“What?” Justin asked confused.
“Set your alarm for three hours.”
Huh? What the hell was Brian talking about? “Why?”
“Because mine’s on the floor in at least three pieces and I’ll need a wake up call… at seven!”
Justin thought, trying to come to terms with what Brian was saying. Then it hit him. “But on my time, that’ll be four o’clock in the morning,” Justin complained.
Oh, so now he remembers the time change. “Exactly. Even intoxicated, your know your numbers,” Brian said smugly.
“Oh. Ugh,” Justin groaned. “Punishment?”
“Yes. Now go to sleep. Three hours, Justin.” His tone menacing and Justin pictured him looking at him with one arched eyebrow, challenging him to not do as he was told. And as much as Justin hated it when Brian did that, he figured this time, he needed to follow through. Seeing how Brian’s alarm was now broken and it was all Justin’s fault. But Brian wasn’t sitting there with a raised eyebrow… he was actually grinning as he waited for Justin to accept his punishment.
“Okay, Brian. Later.”
Brian hung up without saying anything. He dropped the phone and rolled to his side. With a grumbling sigh, he reached for the lube and squirted a very generous amount into his hand. ‘Fucking twat,’ he thought, laughing to himself. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on remembering one of those fantasticly wet, tequila-induced blowjobs, determined to take care of his hard-on as quick as he could in order to get at least some peaceful sleep before his wake up call.
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When seven o’clock came the phone rang again. Brian had fallen asleep with the phone right by his head and it jarred him instantly. He grabbed it. “FUCK!” he yelled into the receiver.
“Bwian,” Justin said through a big yawn. “It’s seven.” Brian growled but didn’t say anything. There was silence except for their shallow breathing. “Brian? You awake?”
Brian rubbed his face and grumbled, “Yeah, I’m awake. Just tired. Some horny little shit woke me up last night. Seems he had a problem he couldn’t manage to take care of himself.”
Justin huffed and yawned again, running his fingers through his hair. Brian threw back the duvet and scratched his balls. “This isn’t exactly how I like you waking me up in the morning.”
Justin laughed. “I know,” he said, a little embarrassed.
“No need to blush, Sunshine.” Brian sat up, placing his feet on the floor.
“I’m not,” Justin lied.
Brian smirked. “So… what kind of sorry-ass party was this that you couldn’t find someone to help you with your little problem last night?” He got up and walked to the bathroom to take his morning piss.
Justin rubbed his eyes. “Eh, the party was cool. It’s just that everyone was paired up. There were only two of us there that didn’t come with anyone.”
Brian stood over the toilet and sniffed. “Let me guess, he had a small dick. Can’t say that I blame you.”
“No, huh-uh,” Justin corrected him. “He’s got a big dick alright.”
“Well then, what was the problem?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, he was so tired. The urine just starting to trickle out.
“Um,” Justin hesitated. “It was Conner.”
Brian’s body jerked and he reached for the wall to steady himself. In full stream, he’d missed the toilet in his stumbling and ended up pissing on his foot. “Fuck!” he yelled, dropping the phone on the floor. It’d missed the toilet bowl by only a few millimeters.
“Brian? What happened? Brian?”
Brian finished up, threw a towel on the floor and scooted it around with his foot to dry up the mess. He flushed the toilet and picked the phone back up. Justin was listening to all the commotion, when he heard the whooshing sound of the phone coming to Brian’s ear, he asked again, “Brian?”
“Yeah, what?’ he barked into the phone. ‘Fucking Conner James,’ he thought. ‘I’m sick of this guy. And why the hell does Brett keep inviting Justin and Conner to all the same functions? Together? Did this guy not ever bring a fucking date anywhere with him?’
“What happened?” Justin asked.
“Nothing. I dropped the phone. Shit, can’t a guy take a piss?”
Justin scrunched up his face at Brian’s sudden change in mood. He heard the muffled sound of water and knew Brian had turned on the shower. He yawned and stretched. “Well okay. I’ll let you go. You need to get ready for work and I need to go back to sleep. I’ve got an early meeting.”
“What’s on the agenda today?” Brian asked, trying to make up for his outburst.
“I gotta work on the storyboards for JT’s attack.”
Brian fell silent and stared at the floor, all he could see was that fucking bat.
“I’m not really looking forward to it. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but…” Justin paused, shaking his head and Brian closed his eyes to will the image away. “…anyway,” Justin continued. “Then I’m meeting with Conner again this evening.”
Well that removed his agonizing thoughts of Chris-fucking-Hobbs. Conner-fucking-James. Brian shook his head and pulled his lips into his mouth.
“And Brett invited us to his place for dinner. He said he wants to make some kind of announcement.”
Yeah, I fucking bet. Brett-fucking-Keller. His stomach turned over a couple of times. “Sounds like a full day.” He bit his bottom lip to keep from saying anything else.
“What about you?” Justin asked to change the subject.
“Me? Oh, nothing as exciting as you. I’ll start the day by pissing off Cynthia. Then find a way to make an ass out of Ted, which is relatively simple as well as somewhat amusing at times. I’ll dazzle my clients with my brilliance… as usual. Put on my hottest ‘you know you want me’ outfit. Go to Babylon. Dance. Get thoroughly drunk. Turn down a couple hundred trolls vying for my attention. Remind some phony uber-top what side of the road he really stands on by making him bend over in a matter of seconds. Fuck his brains out. Shoot my load up his ass and leave him begging for more. Meet Mikey at the diner. Annoy the shit out of Deb. Smart off to Ben. Then go home… alone. Fall onto the bed and pass out in dramatic fashion. Just the usual boring life that us yokels live in the wonderful land of the Pitts.”
“Sounds great,” Justin said laughing. “I’ll call you later tonight. Okay?”
“If you can manage to tear yourself away from the Con-man, I’ll try to make myself available.”
Justin rolled his eyes. “Brian, really.”
“I’ll be waiting with bated breath. Is that better?” Brian asked mockingly. He didn’t know why he was acting this way. Well, he did know why. He just hoped that Justin didn’t know why.
“Actually. Yes, it is.”
“Well, unless you think this phone is waterproof, I have to go. You’re cutting into my shower time and since you’re not here to take care of certain morning rituals, I’m finding that it takes a little longer to get ready for work these days.” He really missed Justin.
Justin grinned. “I miss you too, Brian.” He yawned again.
“Go back to sleep. You need you’re beauty rest.”
“Okay, later.”
“Punishment’s over. Later.”
Brian pushed the button to disconnect the call and threw the phone across the bedroom and onto the bed. He turned to the mirror and leaned in closely, checking his eyes for wrinkles or crows feet. Once he was satisfied that there wasn’t anything visible to worry about, he made his way into the shower, grumbling under his breath, “Fucking Conner James.”