“Don’t do anything,” he said, as he peeled Justin’s shirt off his shoulders, flicked on his snap and yanked on his zipper. He jerked his pants over his slim hips followed immediately by his underwear. Justin’s breathing picked up because he knew by the look on Brian’s face that this was going to be fast and hard. Brian pushed him down on the bed and his body bounced on the mattress. Brian grabbed his feet and yanked his shoes off, tossing them over his shoulder one at a time then tugged off his jeans and underwear in one quick swoop. They also went flying as he carelessly flung the denim aside. Brian leered down at him like an animal about to devour his prey and Justin’s breath caught in this throat.
“Brian,” he murmured, deep and whispery, indicating his own aching need.
“Don’t say anything,” Brian quieted him, informing Justin of his intentions… it was to be his show. “Roll over.”
Justin obeyed and Brian retrieved a condom from his pant’s pocket before freeing himself from his own clothing. Justin heard the familiar tearing and crinkling of the foil packet and he almost wanted to cry he wanted this so bad. Needed it so bad.
Brian sheathed himself, grabbed Justin’s ankles and spread his legs open, climbed onto the bed on his knees between Justin’s open legs then gripped Justin’s hips and lifted him up so that his ass was in the air. Justin got up on his hands, straightening his arms and looked over his shoulder. Brian placed his hand in the middle of Justin’s back and pressed down. “I said don’t do anything.”
A small moan escaped from deep inside Justin as he collapsed his arms and mashed his face into the comforter. “Oh, god,” he whimpered. His want and need intensifying tenfold.
“Sssshhh,” Brian quieted him again, dragging his hand down Justin’s spine, over the cleft of his ass and along his crack. He wrapped his fingers around his cock with one hand, Justin’s hip with the other and pressed in, sliding all the way. Justin bit his lip and moaned again as he pushed back. He couldn’t help it. It was just his body’s natural reaction but Brian scolded him anyway. “Don’t move.” And Justin huffed in desperation.
Justin’s arms flung about trying to find something to hold onto. He cried out every time Brian angled just the right way to pummel his prostate. His body quivered from the electrified shockwaves coursing up his spine. He growled when Brian picked up speed and force. He had missed this too. For so long.
Brian grunted and groaned with every thrust. His fingers burying themselves deeper into Justin’s skin in order to get a hold on the small hipbones, using them as handles to push and pull Justin’s lithe body forward and back. Moving him around at will and taking total control. His fingers pressed harder, ten little circled bruises were sure to form under the tight grip.
Everything that they’d missed so desperately about doing it so primal and needy came crashing back into their minds, their bodies responding from the lost memories, their orgasms ripping through them with an explosive force, leaving them physically and emotionally drained. They collapsed on the bed, limp and exhausted, unable to move another muscle, panting and sweating with only one coherent thought between them.
“Fuck. That was amazing,” they said at the same time then they chuckled at their dual expressions.
“I sooo needed that,” Justin admitted, turning on his side and curling up next to Brian.
Brian huffed again, unable to admit that he’d needed it too. Even though he surely did.
Justin’s hand began making those familiar circles on Brian’s lower abdomen. Around the navel, down the trail of soft hairs, circling the tiny scar, up and over the thicker patch, through the crease where Brian’s leg connected to his body then up and around the navel again. Oh, how some things never change despite time and distance.
Justin’s hand descended again and Brian let him finish the path, secretly relishing every inch of the soft touch. When Justin headed down for a third time and reached his scar, Brian reacted like he used to… but instead of shoo’ing him away, he covered Justin’s hand with his own and interlaced their fingers. A more subtle and less harsh way to occupy Justin’s habitually busy fingers.
“Do you realize how long it’s been since you were able to fuck me like that?”
“A few days at least,” Brian teased, unable to admit that he knew how long it’d been. Even though he wouldn’t let himself forget. Four months, three weeks and two days. He didn’t know how many hours or minutes because, hell, that would make him a total wimp, wouldn’t it?
“Well, however many days, it’s been too long. Much too long,” Justin sighed with contentment. A few minutes of calming silence then Justin’s head popped up. “Hungry?”
Brian laughed, totally pleased with another thing about Justin that hadn’t changed.
After recovering from their hot, primal fuck, Brian unpacked his bags and hung up the Armani suit while Justin made them a couple of turkey sandwiches to take the edge off their hunger edge, or at least off of Justin’s hunger. Brian finished with his task first and met up with a still naked Justin in the small two-counter kitchenette. He picked him up and planted his ass on the opposite counter of where Justin was making the sandwiches and proceeded to give him one hell of an unexpected blowjob, with Justin still holding the mustard covered butter knife in one hand and a dry piece of rye bread in the other.
Justin had almost forgotten what a talented tongue and mouth Brian had. He was quickly reminded, of course. The slice of bread ended up a mushy dough ball pressed inside Justin’s clenched fist, the mustard all in Brian’s hair and splattered on his back, the knife falling out of Justin’s hand and clanking onto the floor as he shot his load into Brian’s mouth.
Brian held onto it, swirling it around with his tongue before he swallowed. Justin’s distinct taste… he missed it. And he planned on doing everything he missed at least once before he had to leave. Maybe even throw in a few new things to carry them through the remainder of Justin’s stay.
“Look at the mess you made,” Brian teased, licking his lips, and Justin threw the squished mass of dough at him in retaliation. Brian dodged it and kissed him. Kissed him hard and deep, sharing his taste with him, sucking his breath away and leaving him panting when he pulled away and swatted his leg, telling him to hurry up with the sandwiches.
They ate their turkey sandwiches and washed them down with a couple of Dos Equis’, sitting at the little two-seater dining room table with mustard still splattered and drying all over Brian’s back. The gooey glob in his hair was still clinging to clumped strands, trying to hang on. Justin wasn’t much better… his sweaty hair, now dry, had plastered itself stiffly to his head. They both smelled of sweat and stale sex. They were quite a mess but they sat there anyway, eating their psuedo-dinner, drinking their beers and grinning at each other with tiny glances. And Brian didn’t even feel stupid doing it. He actually liked it.
“It doesn’t look like your work,” Brian noticed.
“Mmm, it’s not,” Justin said with a mouthful of turkey and bread. He swallowed and took a drink of his beer. “I work in the Art Department on the story boards for the movie. Not in the advertising department.”
Brian nodded in understanding. “His advertising department sucks. It’s not very imaginative.” Brian shoved it aside and downed the rest of his beer then clanked the empty bottle on the table.
Brian shrugged. “What I want is a shower.” Like he needed Justin to get him accounts. He was doing just fine by himself, without Justin putting a good word in for him and without Brett’s help. No, this movie thing was all Justin’s deal. And Mikey’s.
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The one thing the little guesthouse had that was worth mentioning was an awesome shower and tub combination. It was a hexagon tub with high tiled walls on all sides but three. Those three contained glass. Two outer immobile panels and the middle one, a door. It had removable dual showerheads, one on each side of the tub with a large drain in the middle.
“Leave it to a queer to put a two-person, fancy-ass shower enclosure in a house with living quarters that aren’t even big enough for one person, let alone two,” Brian said sarcastically when Justin showed him the bathroom. Justin backhanded him lightly on his stomach and moved to turn on the water. “What?” Brian asked. “This is a fuck-pad. Don’t try to tell me you didn’t figure that out already.”
Justin rolled his eyes and stepped into the enclosure, holding the door open for Brian to join him. Once Brian was inside he shut the door and turned Brian around under the spray to wash away the dried mustard. “I figured it out.” Brian turned his head and looked over his shoulder. “And I checked for cameras.” Brian’s eyebrow went up. “There aren’t any.” Brian laughed. “You’re so skeptical Brian. Brett’s not like that. You don’t know him.”
Justin tilted the nozzle and it accidentally sprayed in Brian’s face. He jerked his head out of the line of fire and coughed. “Sorry,” Justin said with a wicked grin.
“Okay! Okay! I looked,” Justin screamed, grabbing his nozzle as well.
It was an all-out water fight. Arches of water flew high, splashed on the ceiling and cascaded over the glass door. The entire bathroom was drenched with water.
They fought and fought until Brian grabbed Justin around the waist with his free hand and pulled him towards him. Justin sprayed Brian in the face one last time before stopping instantly with a deep moan when he felt Brian’s showerhead shooting water up onto his balls and ass from underneath. Brian blew the last of the water out of his mouth then leaned in for a kiss. Playtime was over. At least water-fight playtime was over.
They kissed… water droplets dripping off their bangs and sliding down their faces, wetting their lips and filling their mouths. Justin opened his legs and Brian pressed the nozzle against his ass. His balls jiggled from the force of the pulsating spray. Brian broke the kiss and reached between them, wrapping his hand around Justin’s cock, stroking it softly while the nozzle continued to pummel Justin’s ball sac and wash away the remnants of used lube. “You like that?” he asked, pressing his forehead against Justin’s.
Justin nodded and returned the favor. Spraying his showerhead underneath Brian’s ass and stroking his dick. “You like that?” he asked in return with a grin and Brian smiled back.
They sprayed and stroked each other off that way. Standing in the middle of the hexagon tub, foreheads together, eyes open and locked. Justin came first, Brian a few strokes after. They dropped the nozzles at the same time. Standing there, holding each other up, breathing in each other’s face, Justin swayed heavy against Brian’s chest and Brian took a couple of steps backward, pulling Justin with him as they leaned against the wall, trying to regain their faculties.
Justin lifted his head. “You want to go to Rage? Please! Just for a few drinks, and then we’ll come right back. I really want you to see it.”
“Brian.”
“Why do you want me to see it? I don’t care.”
“Because you have to.”
“Why do I have to?”
“It’s called Rage! I mean that’s some kind of kismet or something, you know? We have to go there.”
Brian was getting the feeling that Justin had a reason, a purposeful reason that he hadn’t divulged yet. And that reason had nothing to do with the name of the club or kismet or any of that shit. He turned around and looked at him. Justin was smirking. “What? Spill it.”
“I’ve heard things about their backroom but I haven’t been back there. I want to go… with you.”
“Ah, how romantic.” He laughed and Justin smiled. “Fiiiiine” Brian said, finally giving in. At least it was something that Justin hadn’t wanted to go back there with Conner, of all people. Justin grinned bigger, kissing Brian on the mouth and turning him back around so they could finish their shower. It was already getting late.
They went to Rage, drank one drink, danced two songs, downed a shot of Chivas Regal then Brian dragged Justin to the backroom where he turned him around, pushed him up against the wall, rimmed him good and proper then fucked the daylights out of him, just like he did in the backroom of Babylon. Another thing Brian missed.
They were in the most crowded part of the packed room and Justin struggled to keep his eyes open, looking around to see who was watching them. Voyeurism was one of the allures, after all. Each new set of eyes that turned to look at them sent tingles to his ass and he got more vocal which made Brian fuck him more vigorously which brought about more curious onlookers, more grunts from Justin, and harder thrusts just like a building storm of epic proportions. When Justin finally came, his eyes squeezed shut, a loud series of grunts escaped his throat, shooting stars zoomed across the back of his eyelids, and shivers waved across his ass cheeks. Brian came again shortly after him.
Exhausted and sweaty Brian pulled out, leaning into Justin, his forehead resting on his back in the middle of his shoulder blades. “You ready to go home?” Brian rasped through his labored breathing. Justin nodded, exhausted as well. Brian pulled his pants up for him but Justin zipped himself up as Brian removed the full condom and tucked his dick away.
Justin grinned at the onlookers as they left and his grin stayed plastered on his face all the way back to his temporary home. Once inside, they undressed and collapsed on the bed. Rolling onto their sides, facing each other, they fondled and fingered the other trying to arouse their dicks for another round. Both of them had their eyes closed as they softly licked and kissed each other’s lips.
“It’s really nice to have you in my bed with me,” Justin whispered, nuzzling closer as Brian slipped his arm underneath Justin’s neck. Purring into the soft caresses on his shoulder and dick was the last thing Justin remembered before falling asleep, wrapped in his partner’s comforting embrace.
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He woke up the exact same way the next morning… Brian stroking him and kissing him into awareness. He yawned and stretched, growling as his arms pushed out over his head, his knees locked straight and his toes splayed out, pointing to the ceiling.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” Brian sing-songed, stroking a little harder on Justin’s already hard cock. One more thing he’d missed terribly and one more thing to scratch off the list of things to do to Justin in his short three day visit.
“Mmmmorning,” Justin mumbled, smiling at waking up with Brian beside him.
A lazy and loving bout of morning sex ensued then another shower to cleanse and refresh. Stupid grins, rolling eyes and gentle elbowing and pushing accompanied them as they brushed their teeth, shaved and fixed their hair inside the cramped single vanity bathroom.
Brian made coffee and they lounged around in their robes as Justin began his coercing to talk Brian into actually getting dressed and leaving the tiny guesthouse so he could escort him to Spago’s for lunch. It took a well-practiced blowjob, but Justin finally convinced him. Brian, of course, called it a sacrifice. A sacrifice that Justin would have to make up for later, which he agreed to do with a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head.
Since Brett had given Justin full access to Shane and his limo while Brian was in town, the British chauffeur picked them up and drove them to Spago’s in star style. Brian noticed how cool Justin seemed to think it was.
“Isn’t this fun?” Justin asked.
“Loads,” Brian replied, acting uninterested, trying to play down the thrill and excitement of eating in such a famous place. But he couldn’t help but be a little intrigued by the surroundings himself. It was more than he was used to as well. His eyes traveled to the doorway, spotting someone in particular.
Justin looked over his shoulder to see what caught Brian’s attention. He gasped. “That’s John Travolta!” he squeaked in a loud whisper.
“Hmmm,” Brian agreed with a slight nod.
“You know, the guy from Pulp Fiction! I loved that movie!”
Brian snorted. “You mean the guy from Saturday Night Fever and Grease. Those are the movies he’s famous for.”
“No way. Those movies are soooo old.” Justin wrinkled his nose. He looked over at Travolta again, then back to Brian and saw the disapproving look on Brian’s face. “Oh my God! Please tell me you did not have one of those white suits!”
“Whaaat? Fuck you, Justin! I was like five when that movie came out.”
“Oh, sorry.” Justin ‘eeked’ his jaw and Brian glared at him.
“I might have had the leather jacket though. Many, many years later… of course,” Brian added, pushing his tongue into his cheek.
“Of course,” Justin smirked.
They finished their lunch and while standing outside waiting for Shane to pull up, someone called out from down the sidewalk.
“Justin!”
Brian put his arm around Justin’s neck possessively then they turned around to see who was calling his name. “It’s Harry,” Justin said quietly to Brian.
“Well, it sure is,” Brian said with grin. “The infamous Blows.”
Justin backhanded his stomach. “Brian behave.”
“Me?”
“Yes you!” Justin turned back to Harry who was approaching them with a woman right by his side.
Brian tensed and squeezed his arm tighter around Justin’s neck causing him to lean into him and almost lose his balance. Justin chuckled. “We were having lunch at Spago’s. Harry, this is my partner, Brian Kinney. Brian, this is Harry Glows.” Brian reached his hand out to shake Harry’s… the same hand that was attached to the arm that was around Justin’s neck. That caused Justin to bend over a little from Brian’s outstretched arm pushing on the back of his head. He grimaced. What was Brian’s problem? He’d been so relaxed at the guesthouse and at Rage but Harry shows up and Brian gets all caveman on him.
“Nice to meet you,” Harry said, looking at Brian and then instinctively pulling the female toward him. Right up against him almost as if she was protection. From Brian… who smirked at the gesture.
“Mmmm,” Brian grunted unceremoniously, pulling his hand away and looking at the blonde.
“Uh, this is Tiffany… my girlfriend,” Harry introduced her, over-emphasizing the word ‘girlfriend’.
“Hi, Tiffany,” Justin said, smiling at her.
“So you going to the banquet tonight for the big announcement?” Harry asked.
“Yeah, we’ll be there. You?” Justin replied.
“Um, yeah. I’ll probably make an appearance,” Harry said acting rather bored about the whole thing.
Brian smirked again but Harry ignored him. Brian knew that Harry was notorious for scamming all the face time he could get. There was no way he wasn’t anxious to get his mug on stage, much less on television. Shane pulled up right at that moment so Justin used that as an excuse to whisk Brian away before he said something mean or degrading. “Okay well, our car’s here so I guess we’ll see you tonight.” Justin slipped out from underneath Brian’s arm then grabbed and pulled him towards the car.
“Yeah, see ya tonight.”
“Will we be seeing you later tonight as well, Tiffany?” Brian asked the blonde bombshell.
She giggled and nodded her head. “Uh-huh.”
“I can hardly wait,” Brian flirted, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. She blushed with a giggle. Harry elbowed her and she straightened her face, pulling her lips in to stifle her smile. “Later, Harry,” Brian drawled in a falsetto voice then added a very obvious wink. Harry dropped his jaw in exasperation and Justin raised his eyebrows, pushing Brian through the car door. Once Justin followed him inside and shut the door, Brian lost it, cracking up.
“What the fuck was that?” Justin ordered to know.
“My Size Barbie?” Brian asked with a shrug.
“Not her! You!”
“Oh, come on.” Brian looked at Justin in confusion. Did he not think that was funny? What was his problem? He just glared at him, intensely, waiting for an answer. Brian furrowed his brows and stared back, then cracked up again. “You jealous?”
Justin folded his arms over his chest and looked straight ahead. “No.”
Brian laughed harder. “Yes you are. How pathetic are you. Jealous of a girl? I think the sunshine has fried your brain, Sunshine. Would you think about that a minute?”
Justin thought then his cheeks turned two shades of pink. He started laughing too and covered his face with his hands, growling loudly. “I’m such in idiot!”
Brian shrugged in agreement and Justin slapped his arm. “Ow!” Brian exclaimed, holding his arm.
Still laughing, “Did you see the look on Harry’s face when you winked at him? I think you scared the shit out of him.”
“Yeah, maybe. He may not even show up tonight now,” Brian teased.
Justin’s eyes got big as saucers in full panic mode. “No! Brett will kill me. You. Someone.”
“Relax, Sunshine. He’ll be there… with Barbie… for protection.” Brian sprayed spit as he tried to contain his giggle with pursed lips. His shoulders shaking violently. He looked over at Justin innocently. When Justin laughed, Brian couldn’t hold it in any longer. Harry with that chick was just absurd. She was a blinking beacon. A red and white roadway caution sign. ‘I’m straight! I’m not gay! Stay away!’
Justin shook his head. “God, what was up with that chick? Straight guys really find that kind of woman attractive?” Justin shivered his shoulders and scrunched up his face.
“Sure, all men want a pretty blond on their arm. It’s a status thing,” Brian answered seriously. “Why do you think I keep you around?”
That earned him another slap to the arm. “Ow,” Brian said laughing. “My Size Ken!”
And he grabbed Justin’s wrists before he could slap him again.
Justin glared, fighting to break free. “Asshole.”
Brian pushed him down sideways on the long back seat and spread out on top of him. “Speaking of which…”
