He looked up at the big clock on the wall… 4:19 and the plane wasn’t there yet. His heart pounded harder. Then the announcement came… “Those of you awaiting Flight 24 from Chicago will be happy to know that it is within range and should be arriving at the Gate B69 in approximately ten minutes.”
Justin gasped. “Fuck, come on already,” he whispered to himself. He was about to explode with excitement.
A little old lady standing next to him looked up and smiled. “Young man, you must be waiting for someone really special on that plane.”
Justin glanced down, smiling in return. Finally realizing that his leg was moving, rather obnoxiously, he placed a sweaty palm on his thigh and stilled it. “Yes, I am. My partner.”
She nodded slightly. “Been away from each other for awhile?”
“Yes, three months, but it feels like a lifetime.”
Smiling again she touched his arm, patting it softly. “Well, it won’t be much longer now.” Justin nodded. She let go of his elbow and looked at the entrance of the jetway. “Young love,” she sighed. “I remember when I would be anxiously waiting for Bob, that was my husband, to come home from the war. It had been a long time. Being apart is very hard. I know.” She looked back up at Justin just as he turned back to look at her. He didn’t really want to talk to this stranger but she was being very nice and he found it was helping him deal with the wait. Once he turned to meet her eyes, she smiled again, and he couldn’t miss the slight twinkle in her eyes, an equal mix of devilishness and innocence. “But the reunions can be so much fun.” She winked and Justin blushed three shades of red.
“I sure hope so,” he laughed. “So who are you waiting for?”
“My grandson. He’s coming to visit his poor old grandma.”
“All by himself?”
“Yeah, all by himself. And we didn’t even have to make him,” she laughed.
“Well, that’s great. He must love you very much.”
“Oh, I’m sure he does. But I have a sneaking suspicion it’s not his love for me that brings him here so often.”
“Ah, I bet that’s not true, but what do you think it is?”
The little woman smiled. “I live near the ocean. A few miles or so north of Venice Beach, south of Santa Monica. You know the area?”
“Yes, I do.” Justin grinned.
“Well, my grandson seems to love the ocean and the sand and spends a lot of time at the beach. The one just down the way. He loves that beach.” She paused then looked up at Justin. “There’s lots of men there. He’s like you, you know?”
Justin laughed. “Yeah, I figured that.” Justin thought for a moment, a frown began forming on his lips.
“What’s the matter? I didn’t offend you or anything, did I?”
“Oh, no. You didn’t.” Justin stammered, trying to hide what he was thinking. But he couldn’t hold back, he had to ask. “Your grandson wouldn’t be flying in first class would he?”
“Yes, why do you ask?”
Justin’s stomach hit the floor and his leg started moving again. Now he was more anxious than ever. “Shit,” he mumbled.
“What?” she asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing. My partner is flying in first class too.”
“Well that’s great!” She smiled. “Maybe they got to talking just like us. Wouldn’t that be funny?”
Justin forced himself to give her at least a half-smile. “Yeah, talking. Maybe,” he said but inside he was thinking, ‘Oh, I’m sure they did. Fuck.’ He turned back to the door of the jetway. A flight attendant pushed back on the door and propped it open. He could hear the roaring of the plane’s engine as it pulled up to the gate. He had relaxed some during his talk with the lady but now his heart started pumping again. Any second now Brian would be walking through that door and despite his best effort to not make it all about sex, a tingling stirred in his pants and he began to harden.
“Ah, I guess they’re here now.” She pushed on Justin’s back. “Go get him, young man.”
Startled, almost forgetting that he was talking with the lady, Justin smiled as he stepped away. “It was really nice talking to you.”
“You too. But try to make it out to the parking lot before the reunion gets too far out of hand.” She winked at him again, and again he blushed. There was just something really wrong about the insinuation of sex coming out of the mouth of a little old gray-haired lady, even though she seemed really cool… and hip.
“I’ll try, but I don’t think I’ll be very successful.” Justin replied, and the woman just laughed.
Justin turned back to the jetway and there he was, the very first person to walk out. His heart leapt. Brian came out from around the roped off area and Justin lunged into his arms. “Oh my god! Hey!”
“H..!” Brian started to say in return but was silenced when Justin’s lips came smashing against his for a kiss.
It was an affectionate kiss but close-mouthed. Justin didn’t push it too far because he knew how Brian was about public displays of affection. So he controlled what he could. He just had to have a little something. He stood up on his toes and his arms squeezed tighter around Brian’s neck. Brian was just standing there, his garment bag over his shoulder, holding his toiletry bag in one hand and Justin’s shirt in the other as Justin hugged and kissed him. Justin finally broke the lip-lock but Brian leaned forward and recaptured his lips, this time, prying Justin’s closed lips open with his tongue.
As their tongues touched for the first time in what felt like forever, Justin got dizzy and lightheaded and slightly swooned off balance, his toes giving away. Brian’s hand snaked around Justin’s waist, got a firm hold and he stood up straight, lifting Justin up off his feet. Justin gasped into the kiss and thought he might pass out, he never expected Brian to return his affectionate hello. Not to mention how great it felt for Brian to lift him in the air, something he hadn’t been able to do since before the stupid accident.
Actually Brian hadn’t planned on such a display either but the feel of Justin’s lips on his caused him to lose himself and he just couldn’t get enough. He needed more and he needed it right then and there. He had a fleeting thought about the fact that it might actually be kissing Justin that he’d missed the most and he didn’t want the kiss to end. He never wanted to be without his lover’s intoxicating taste for so long ever again.
Justin pulled away from their heavy kissing first, leaving Brian to slowly recall the fact that they were still in the airport. Brian smiled as he thought about their conversation, Justin telling him what he was going to do when he arrived. Justin dotted Brian’s face with tiny pecks before hugging tighter, pressing them together cheek to cheek. Their bodies molded together as well, dick to dick, and Justin hardened even more when he felt Brian growing against him.
“Oh my god,” he said again into Brian’s ear, his feet still dangling in the air. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Brian set him back down, pushed Justin’s forehead with his own and closed his eyes with a sigh, hoping his body was saying all that his mouth was unable to. He didn’t really want to break the connection, but he wanted to get the hell out of the airport before their conversation actually came true. He half-heartedly pulled away and opened his eyes.
Justin let go and stood back, but they were still just inches apart. “No sling,” he said with a smirk and wiggling eyebrows.
Brian grinned. “Your car have a back seat?” Brian asked, pulling his lips into his mouth.
“Uh-huh,” Justin answered, his lips curling up on both sides.
“Good. Come on.” He slung his previously injured arm around Justin’s neck and headed for the airport exit. Justin looked back over his shoulder to see his new friend. There she was, hugging a very good-looking young man at the gate with a smile on her face. She waved at Justin and he smiled back. When the grandson pulled away from the hug, he looked up to see who his grandmother was waving at and saw the good-looking man from the plane with his arm around a very lucky blond. He glared at the back of Brian’s head and Justin grinned even bigger.
“What’d you do? Let him suck you off then dismiss him?” Justin asked with a smirk.
Brian looked at Justin then behind them. “Oh, him?” He laughed. “He’s just pissed because I dismissed him without letting him suck me off.”
“Why not?” Justin couldn’t stop smiling. He had Brian in his arms!
“I told him I was saving myself for you. He didn’t like that too much and tried to explain to me that it’s just sex and wouldn’t mean anything. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.” They had been walking for what felt like forever. Gate 69 was a long way from the front door. “Fuck, this airport’s big. How much further?”
“You did?” Justin asked sheepishly looking up at the gate number… B11. “Not much further. You saved yourself for me?”
“Why would I want a blowjob from some inexperienced kid that’s only half-way decent looking when I know I’m about to get one from the best?”
“Pretty sure of yourself there, Brian.”
“Yep. Where’s the fucking car?”
“I like that you think I’m the best. ‘Cause I am.” Brian smirked. “I’m right out front. Want to run?” he asked with a big smile.
“Yes.” Justin started to take off but Brian pulled him back. “But, no. We’re not a couple of teenagers… anymore. Show some maturity… and restraint.”
“No, we’re not. You’re right. We’re grown-ups. We have control,” Justin agreed, making a yoga-type gesture with his arms and taking a deep breath. He squared his shoulders and slowed down his pace to a casual walk.
There was the door, just about fifty feet ahead and Justin was walking painstakingly slow, like taking a leisurely stroll on a Sunday afternoon. It was driving Brian crazy. He flexed his arm around Justin’s neck and pulled. “Come on. You little shit.” He picked up the pace and with his longer legs, Justin had to double-time it to keep up.
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They walked outside and the first thing they saw was a very long, very black and very hot limousine and Justin headed in that direction. Brian stopped dead in his tracks.
“Now that’s what I call a fucking limo!”
Justin laughed. “It’s Brett’s. The same one that picked me up when I got here.”
“Ah.” Brian nodded his head in better understanding now of one of many things that had intimidated Justin so much upon his arrival. This wasn’t just any limo… it was a stretch corvette limo. Brian was beside himself. Maybe Brett was a cool guy after all.
“I knew you’d like it.” Justin grabbed Brian’s hand and pulled him toward the car.
“Wonder what the great director’s tryin’ to compensate for with this obscene display of an automobile.”
Justin glared at him. “Mmm, same as you, I’d imagine,” Justin said dryly. “You’re actually a lot alike. You and Brett.”
Brian huffed. Justin knew him too well for his own good. “Well, I do tend to get a hard-on for the obscene.”
“Yeah, but you were hard before you saw the car.” Justin gave him a smug grin.
Brian just rolled his eyes. No point in arguing because it was true. He’d actually been sporting an uncomfortable stiffness since somewhere over the Rockies.
As they approached, a guy jumped out of the driver’s seat and ran around to open the door to the back. Brian stopped and looked at Justin with a smirk. “Now, that’s what I call a backseat.”
Justin laughed again. “Get in.”
Brian looked up at the driver. Young, tan, sandy-blonde hair, big beautiful smile, white shiny teeth, broad shoulders. He looked like a surfer dude. This must be the Shane. Brian smiled at him and held out his bags. “You must be Shane.” The driver took the bags but Brian didn’t let go.
“Yas, Sir,” Shane answered, standing up straight and tall.
“British, eh? Accents always make me hard. What about you, Sunshine?” Brian asked, teasing Justin about his LA/limo/hot driver hard-on of three months ago.
Justin hurriedly nudged him through the doorway with wide eyes. Pinkish tint to his flushed cheeks. “Thanks, Shane,” Justin said to the driver with a smile.
“Yer welcome, Sir.”
“Take the long way home. Okay?”
“As ya wish,” Shane nodded with a wink. After a pause he added. “Mr. Taylor.”
Justin huffed as he got in the car. Before he even had the door shut Brian was already getting undressed, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his shoes. He smirked at Justin.
Justin attacked him. Pressing his lips against Brian’s and forcing his tongue inside. Brian let him of course and they finally were able to have that kind of kiss that Justin had been aching for without the prying eyes inside the airport. He hummed and moaned and crawled on top of Brian’s lap so he could kiss him better. Deeper. And from just the right angle.
Shane loaded Brian’s bags into the trunk then slammed the lid shut.
Justin placed his hands on either side of Brian’s face and tilted it, plunging his tongue into the very depths of Brian’s mouth. He wanted, needed, to taste every part.
Brian grabbed the hem of Justin’s shirt and pulled it apart. The buttons flew off and Justin jerked away from the kiss.
“Oh fuck!” Justin gasped. Their open mouths rested against each other, both breathing heavy breaths against the other. “You ripped my sh…” But Justin stopped his complaining as soon as Brian’s hot hands touched his skin.
“I know,” Brian whispered, his fingers roaming freely all over Justin’s smooth back.
Justin shivered into it and kissed him again with a “hrmph”.
Shane opened the front driver’s door and got in. He slammed his door and Justin pulled away from kiss. “Shit!” He turned around and Shane was smiling at him in the rear-view mirror. Justin smiled back and crawled off Brian’s lap toward the opened divider. “Sorry Shane,” he said with a grin as he pressed the button to raise the darkened window.
Once the window was up he turned back to Brian. Brian was smiling at him with ‘that’ look.
“What?” he asked.
“Did you give the young and hot proper Englishman a blowjob, Justin?” Brian pushed his tongue into his cheek and raised his eyebrow as he resumed his earlier task of getting undressed.
“No,” Justin replied, getting on his knees in front of Brian and helping him with his clothes.
“Tell the truth.” Brian unbuckled his belt, flicked at the snap and yanked on the zipper.
“I am.” Justin grinned. Brian lifted his hips and Justin tugged his pants down. “HE gave ME one!”
Brian laughed. “Ah, I see. Making the servants service you. How very vainglorious of you.”
“I learned from the best.”
“Brett?” Justin gave him a look. “No?” Brian thought. “Let’s see. Someone vain. Who could that be?” His eyes widened. “Ah-hah! Ted!”
“Briiiann. You!” Justin tossed Brian’s pants over his shoulder.
“Ahh, well. See then? Nothing to worry about. I told you you’d fit right in.”
“Uh-huh,” Justin nodded. “God, aren’t you horny?” He slipped his hands under the waistband of Brian’s underwear. “Up. Hurry.”
“Me? Never!” he responded with a chuckle. But he lifted his hips again quickly and Justin pulled his underwear off. His dick was hard as a rock and flopped onto his belly, flicking a drop of pre-cum into the depths of his navel.
“Shut up, Brian.” Justin wrapped his fingers around the hard cock and sighed at how it felt inside his clutches. Brian gasped at the touch and was immediately silenced. Justin looked at the throbbing member in his hand, stroked it a few times and licked his lips as a new droplet formed on the tip. He ran his thumb across the slit, smearing the liquid around the head. Brian was watching him play with it, his fingers digging into the seat at how it felt. He scooted down to get closer.
“I’ve waited so long to have this again,” Justin murmured and leaned forward with his mouth open.
Brian placed his hands on either side of Justin’s face, stopping his descent. He lifted it up to look at him. He wanted to memorize every inch of Justin’s face. He looked exactly the same. He hadn’t changed. His hair was a little longer, his skin had a little more color, but other than that, he was the same. Same slight smile. Same eyes shining brightly, but glazed over. He even smelled the same. And Brian was relieved. So very relieved. He’d missed him so much.
Justin returned the gaze as he continued to massage and play with Brian’s dick. His breathing heavy. His pulse rapid. He wanted that dick in his mouth but Brian was just staring at him. “What?” he asked with a blink, panting.
“I’ve missed this,” Brian said.
“Missed me sucking you off? Then let me do it.” His voice was soft. Begging. Pleading.
“No.” Justin furrowed his eyebrows and whimpered. “Yes,” Brian corrected, stumbling over his words. “I mean… I’ve missed this. You.”
Justin’s smile returned and his eyes lit up. “I love you too, Brian. Now, let me do it.” He pulled away and engulfed the head of Brian’s cock into his mouth. Brian actually grunted, fighting the urge he instantly had to cum or spontaneously combust.
“Oh shit,” he breathed, his head falling back against the seat, his hand making its way to Justin’s hair. Intertwining. Gripping. Yeah, this was so much better than some random guy on the airplane. He was so glad he saved himself… for this… for Justin.
Justin gently massaged it with his tongue. Slowly, but assuredly. Swirling around the smooth head and licking up the bumpy shaft. He was lavishing attention on Brian’s cock but not bobbing into a full-fledged blowjob. He wanted to reacquaint himself with it and make Brian feel as he did. To relish in them being together again. And if the moans of pleasure emitting deep from inside Brian’s throat were any indication, he was succeeding and Brian didn’t mind. Of course, he didn’t. He’d waited an agonizing three months to have Justin sucking him like this.
Justin moved down, sliding the thick shaft into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. Then back up for some suckling. He probed the slit with the tip of his tongue and rubbed his bottom lip under the cap. Brian pushed on his head every so often in appreciation for certain movements, but for the most part he just let Justin play. Justin had missed sucking on his cock as much as he’d missed Justin doing it so there really wasn’t a rush to get to completion.
Justin went deep, swallowing hard, his throat muscles constricting around Brian’s dick. Brian gasped and Justin did it again. He slid off and took it in his hand, stroking the wet, slicked shaft against his palm and fingers. His nose nudged at the base, inhaling the familiar smell of Brian… his mouth sucked in a ball. The right one was always first, always had been and Brian could still feel it and was grateful for the sensation.
Justin’s tongue massaged it as it rolled around in his wet, warm mouth. Brian’s fingers flexed and gripped in Justin’s hair. His breathing sped up. Oh, how he missed this!
Justin pulled back and let it slide off his tongue and out of his mouth. His nose nudged at the sac, taking another strong whiff then he sucked the left one in. Brian jumped slightly. Justin never let him feel like he was anything less than what he used to be but when Justin did those things, Brian always noticed. He wasn’t to the point of forgetting yet, if you ever actually completely forget. But to Justin’s credit, he never shied away from it. He accepted that fake ball just as he had accepted the one that was no longer there. And even though the sensation wasn’t quite the same to Brian when Justin sucked on it… and even though it did make Brian jump a little… Justin still sucked on it because it was still a part of Brian. He treated them equally the same. Tongue baths and gentle rocking. And Brian was grateful for that too, if he was honest with himself.
A few minutes went by and Justin pulled back. His lips loosely closed, the plastic, fake ball still inside. The sac lifted up and the scrotum stretched. Brian’s grip on Justin’s hair got tighter, unsure of what Justin was doing. Justin looked up. Brian was watching. Ball still in his mouth, he continued to pull back… softly, slowly… he tilted Brian’s dick in his hand to the side so Brian could get a better view of his mouth and Brian’s eyes shifted down. Those lips wrapped around his fake ball. Those blue eyes staring at him, shining with pure pleasure and happiness. And suddenly it didn’t matter which one was being sucked on or how it felt or didn’t feel exactly. It was the vision of it that caught in his throat.
“Fuck, Justin,” Brian whispered.
Justin eventually tugged a little more and the ball slipped between his lips and fell down, slapping against Brian’s ass as it landed. Before Brian could say another word, Justin engulfed his dick again and sucked with a purpose. He pulled up with tight lips and pushed down with a circling tongue.
Brian arched up and pulled at Justin’s hair to pull him off of him. He was about to explode and he didn’t want it this way. “Stop, shit.” He fought with him, trying to grab his dick away from him.
Justin swatted his hands away and wouldn’t let go. He wanted him to cum, in his mouth, so he could swallow it all. He craved the taste of Brian. He’d waited three months for this and he wasn’t stopping. Brian sat up higher in the seat to get away, but Justin just readjusted, never missing a beat. He bobbed faster with his head, his hand pumping low on the shaft. Brian groaned. “Stop! I’m gonna cum.” But Justin didn’t. It encouraged him and he sped up. He hummed around the head, vibrating it, and shook his head, ‘No.’
Brian’s breathing got hard. Short, loud pants. He grabbed Justin’s hair and held on... there was no stopping now. Justin knew exactly what to do and he was doing it.
“Uh,” he grunted. “Oh,” he groaned. He threw his head back in ecstasy and arched up into Justin’s mouth. “Uhhhhhh,” he moaned as the orgasm rocked his body.
Justin tightened his suction, drawing out and swallowing every last bit of the white, milky substance. He continued to nurse on it even after the orgasm had passed. Even as Brian’s body jolted in reaction to the hypersensitivity. Even as it softened and became limp and bendable. He looked up. Brian was watching him again. Their eyes showing each other that this was what they had missed – without the need to say it.
Justin pulled back, allowing the softened cock to slide through his lips, all of it except the shrunken and pliable head. He sucked more. Gentle sucks. His cheeks moving in and out. Brian started laughing at the sight and how much Justin loved to suck on his cock. Justin smiled around it in response. A little devilish grin like a puppy looking playfully up at its master with his favorite toy hanging out of its mouth. If Brian hadn’t just had an orgasm, he would of hardened again just from that.
Justin straightened his face back up just enough so that he could pull off Brian’s cock as he sucked. It sprang free with a pop and flopped down on Brian’s stomach totally spent. Justin grinned again and had to say it. “I missed you.”
Brian huffed. “Yes, I could tell.” Then almost as an afterthought, he sighed and rubbed his face. “Shit, you give great head.”
“The best. Right?” Justin asked, fishing for compliments.
Brian didn’t answer. He pulled Justin up off the floor and onto his lap. He tilted his head up and they kissed for a long while trying to make up for lost time. Lazy, deep, wet kisses that felt so good and tasted so right. A sweet mixture of Brian and Justin’s natural flavors underneath and slightly masked by Brian’s cum. An array of tastes that Justin loved and couldn’t get enough of. He pivoted his hips on Brian’s groin and Brian broke the kiss with a smirk. “Hey, I told you to stop. You’re gonna have to wait a few minutes now.”
“Ohhhhh, no fair,” he pouted, but he never stopped grinding against him.
“I should punish you, you know. Make you wait it out. Torture you,” Brian teased, gripping Justin’s ass in his hands and kneading the ample cheeks.
“Isn’t you torturing me by withholding sex, detrimental to yourself as well?” Justin asked, leaning forward and rocking his hard-on against Brian’s stomach.
Brian pretended to think. “Um, that would be a yes.” And he lunged up, gripping Justin’s ass, flipped them around where Justin was in the seat and Brian was on his knees on the floor in front of him.
“Whoa,” Justin said surprised, his body jerking to and fro as Brian roughly tugged to remove his clothes. He lifted his hips, sat back down then lifted his legs. His pants went flying, hitting the divider window before landing on the floor. He did it again for the removal of his underwear.
“Ahh, the blue ones,” Brian said approvingly just before he tossed them over his shoulder. They hit the door window then slid down, one leg hole getting hung up on the door lock, so they hung there and swung back and forth every time the car went over a bump.
Justin laughed.
Brian placed his hands on Justin’s hips and pulled him toward him. Justin’s ass squeaking on the leather interior as it moved to the edge of the seat. Brian positioned him with it slightly hanging over, Justin’s shoulders, neck and head pressed against the back.
Justin wiggled his eyebrows and grinned. Brian couldn’t help but laugh. “Condoms?” he asked and Justin flipped open a little compartment on the side. It was full of every kind imaginable. “Ah, a real fuck-mobile,” Brian drawled.
“Uh-huh. Just like YOU drive. I like to think of it as a Rage-mobile,” Justin mused.
“Well it will be when we’re done with it,” Brian added, grabbing a condom and ripping it open.
Brian never believed that things happened for a reason or had some cosmic meaning. But seriously… Brian was Rage, Justin created it, Brett was making it into a movie and Brett’s limo was a fucking corvette. Out of all the limos in the world, he picked out a ‘vette. And Brian drove one. And that wasn’t supposed to be some kind of something? But Justin decided he had more important things to think about just then. Something physical. He just rolled his eyes and lifted his legs, placing his feet firmly in the crooks between Brian’s chest and arms. His knees falling apart, leaving him splayed wide open.
“Jesus Christ,” Brian mumbled at the sight, causing Justin to huff in amusement. He rolled the condom down his hard-again cock and asked for lube.
Justin shook his head.
“No lube?” Brian asked and Justin shook his head again. Grinning, Brian said, “I thought you’d come prepared. I’m very disappointed. What kind of boy scout are you?”
Justin’s smile got bigger but he didn’t answer.
“Trying to assure yourself one of my fantastic rim jobs. Is that it?” Brian quirked an eyebrow waiting for a reply but already knowing he was right.
Still no answer. A slight shake of his head and a sexy grin. That’s all Brian was getting.
Brian furrowed his brows in confusion, then realizing finally, he smiled again. He brought his fingers to Justin’s hole and found it slick and relaxed and two fingers slid right in. Justin’s body jerked involuntarily at the intrusion. “Ahhhh, so you did come prepared?”
Justin just kept smiling. Brian pushed in further, sliding his fingers deeper and Justin gasped. He wiggled them inside and teased the swollen bump that sent shocks through Justin’s body. Desperate for more and desperate to have Brian inside him after all this time, Justin pushed with his feet and lifted his ass. “Come on,” he demanded.
“Oh yeah?” Brian asked, gritting his teeth and pulling his hand away sharply.
“Yeah,” Justin answered in just the same way.
Brian lifted up on his knees, guided himself to target, touching and grazing the outer sensitive skin but not pushing in. Not yet.
Justin hissed his complaint and braced himself, gripping the edge of the seat with his fingers. Brian watched his face with a grin as he continued to toy and tease him. Justin kept using his feet to pivot around, trying to get close enough to get Brian inside. His chest rose up and down as he panted from his efforts. “Brian,” he breathed out in aggression.
Brian pushed just a little, easing the head inside with a snap and Justin begged for more. He pulled back out. Justin whimpered from the dull ache. Brian pushed in again. Again, just the wide head. Justin squeezed his ass together hoping to hold onto it tight enough that Brian couldn’t pull back out. His outer rings had a death grip just under the cap rim, but Brian pulled back anyway. This time with a slight sound of broken suction.
Justin growled at him. “Quit fucking teasing me!”
Brian’s tongue made its way into his cheek as he tried to hold back a smirk. He wrapped his hands around Justin’s thighs firmly and pushed with his hips as he pulled with his arms. He buried himself to the root in one swift motion as Justin arched off the seat. “Yesssss,” he hissed, his knuckles turning white from their tight grip on the seat’s leather.
“Is that what you wanted?” Brian teased, loving the look of Justin’s wanton body splayed out all open for him.
“Yes,” Justin hissed again, rocking his hips up and down. “Been so long. Go. Fuck me.” He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it in anticipation.
And that’s exactly what Brian did. Thrusting his hips in and out as Justin moved up and down, using his feet on Brian’s shoulders as leverage. Slow then faster. Justin’s legs and Brian’s chest sweating from the intense workout, becoming slick and slippery. Brian had to keep re-adjusting his hold as his hands kept sliding up to Justin’s knees and Justin’s feet kept slipping off Brian’s shoulders. It was hot, the air thick from the heat and smell of sex.
Brian eventually gave up and let Justin move on his own. Besides he had other tasks to attend to… like Justin’s hard, straining dick and plump balls that were jiggling practically right in front of his face, calling out to him for some attention.
He held on with one hand as his other hand reached for the knob of the air conditioner’s fan. He turned it on high and adjusted the vent to blow right on them. “Fuck,” he barked but Justin didn’t pay any attention, he just kept moving, faster and faster, slamming harder and deeper every chance he got. Droplets of sweat forming on his forehead. His blond hair becoming darker as it dampened.
Brian moved his hand to caress and fondle Justin’s balls. Justin’s cock pulsating up with every squeeze, aching and begging for a touch. Brian held out as long he could because he knew that would be the beginning of the end. But with its every bounce, his willpower weakened and he just had to feel it. He ran his finger up its length and looked up at Justin, who immediately opened his eyes. Eyes that were glassy and dark and heavy lidded. The vision of Brian that Justin was watching began to close in. Darkness, starting on the outer edges, moved toward the middle and Brian started to disappear. Brian raked his thumb across the slit, smearing the pooling liquid around the head. Justin groaned at the feeling then blinked to recapture his view. Another groan, another blink and Brian knew he was there, right there in that place where all you need is a little push and you’re gone.
He was there too. In fact he was pretty amazed that they’d lasted this long. Three long fucking months. It was the longest that they’d ever gone without fucking each other, well except for that one time. But that was a time long forgotten so it didn’t count and without it, this was the longest that they’d ever gone and it was wrecking havoc on their bodies. Release was imminent.
Brian removed his hand, licked the palm, getting it good and wet then grasped Justin’s shaft and squeezed, not tightly, just firmly and Justin threw his head back and closed his eyes in anticipation. “Oh god,” he cried out, spreading his legs open wider and readjusting his feet.
Justin rocked and thrust as Brian stroked him then he grabbed Brian’s hips, pulling him deeper inside, filling him up at the very moment his orgasm swept over him. His feet slid behind Brian’s head at the final impact and his soft, cushiony, anal walls clamped down and pulsed around Brian’s cock, milking it and drawing the climax out of Brian’s balls, up his shaft and into the condom just seconds after he’d spilled out into Brian’s hand.
Justin recovered first, oddly enough, and as Brian came down from his high, Justin pulled out a cloth and tossed it on top of Brian’s hand that was still wrapped around his flaccid and drenched cock. He painfully lifted his weak and spasming legs off Brian’s shoulders and encircled them around Brian’s waist, locking his ankles and pulling him forward. “Don’t pull out yet,” he whispered as Brian bent over him, flopping his head on Justin’s shoulder.
“I have no intention of it,” Brian sighed with heavy breaths into Justin’s neck. Brian leaned slightly to the side, released Justin’s dick and wiped his hand off on the cloth, tossed it aside then flattened back out on top of Justin’s chest. “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Justin agreed, using his fingers to sweep Brian’s sweaty hair off his forehead. Brian raised up. “Don’t,” Justin pleaded.
“I’m not,” Brian answered with a smirk. They looked at each other for few seconds then Brian tilted his head up and kissed him, holding it and deepening the soft kiss until the intercom interrupted them.
“Almost home, Sir,” Shane said over the speaker.
Brian broke the kiss. “I’m gonna have to now.”
“Ohhhh,” Justin complained but he unwrapped his legs anyway.
Brian kissed him again quickly and smiled. “You’re such a bottom boy.”
Justin squinted at him. “Lucky for youuuu,” his voice trailing off as Brian pulled out. “Shit.”
Brian smirked as he removed the condom, tied it off and looked around for somewhere to put it. “Don’t worry, Sunshine. That’s where I intend to spend to the next three days.” Justin took the condom from him and placed it in a hidden trash compartment that he pulled out from underneath the stocked bar. Brian reached for his pants, sat back on the seat and put them on. “We have a lot of time to make up for. I mean A LOT!”
Justin eyes got big. He too, reached for his pants. “But what about all my plans? I thought we’d go to Rage tonight. It makes Babylon look like Woody’s. And Brett made lunch reservations for us tomorrow at Spago’s. You never know who you’ll see there. Not to mention the award’s banquet tomorrow night. You bring my suit?”
Justin rambled on about their plans as he fastened his pants and put his socks on. Brian finished dressing as well, intermittently glancing at Justin in amusement.
“And you have to go to Santa Monica with me. They have a gay beach and it’s just beautiful. The sand and the men!” Justin elbowed Brian. Brian rolled his eyes. “And we can eat champagne brunch on Sunday at one of the ocean side restaurants in Marina Del Rey. Very romantic. Or we could drive down to Laguna Beach. It’s about ninety miles south of here. Huge gay beach there.”
Justin pulled his shirt closed but without buttons that was all he could do. He shrugged, grabbed his shoes, sat back in the seat and took a much needed deep breath.
Brian shook his head. “You finished?” Justin glared at him. “Yes, I brought your fucking suit. And I don’t care about Rage or Spago’s or beaches with sand or romantic champagne brunches. All I need is your mouth, your dick and your ass and I’m fine. I came here to see you, not a bunch of Hollywood assholes and tourist traps.”
Justin stopped tying his shoes and looked up at Brian. “I thought you only came to bring me my suit.” Brian rolled his eyes, buttoning his shirt. “You soooo missed me.” Justin grinned.
Brian stopped. “I said that, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did,” Justin answered, leaning over and giving Brian a kiss on the cheek.
Brian didn’t say anything else. They finished dressing then worked on each other’s hair, trying to reduce as much of the fresh-fucked look as they could. But with dried, sweaty hair, it was really hopeless. They both just shook their heads and leaned back against the seat, waiting for the limo to come to a stop on the driveway of Brett’s mansion.